If I Watch the World's Last Day (Discontinued)

Memory Haze

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The wires were tangled together in the same way that untamed vines would. Various screws and metals laid scattered about. An operating table stood in the middle of the room with something on it. I tried to move closer, but the wires were wrapped around my wrists, ankles, waist, and neck which was holding me back. The scene continued to play before me, the quietness was soon interrupted by footsteps. My eyes widened when I saw who the footsteps belonged to, it was the mysterious dream girl, the one that I always wanted to stay with. I tried to call and go to her but my voice was inaudible and I still had the wires wrapped around my body. She walked to the table, where she began working on the object on top of it. She made constant trips from the table to a huge computer screen full of some kind of code. When it seemed as if she were done, she collapsed to her knees and began to weep at the table.

"Why? Why? Why, did you hate this? Why did you want to leave me? Was I not the girl you wanted? I could have changed," she cried at the edge of the table. She got up a ran from the room, said something inaudible and bumped into the table causing the thing to fall from the silver table. My eyes widened at the sight of what had fallen.

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Dreams. They are starting to come to me more often. Although they don't seem like normal dreams or my reoccurring dream of the mysterious girl. It's more like I'm watching my past play before my eyes in the cruelest ways. As if to remind me of my sad memories that I didn't know I had hidden away. Memories that cause me to think, whether I'm really living my life or if I'm allowing it to pass me by. Is a life with no sadness really a life? Or had I and everyone else grown numb to feeling, by removing sadness and by using routines that would continue on the same until our untimely deaths. Perhaps the supposed world's end is to show us people's true intention and motives.

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With each passing day that I spent walking down the streets of the shopping district, I saw people start to expose their true nature. Fending only for themselves, they figured what's the point, right? I haven't seen Justina nor my best friend, Link, in a few days now. Maybe I did really hurt Justina's feelings, and I just haven't gone out of my way to visit my good ole friend. As I made my way to Link's house, I saw some children picking on a little boy.

"Haha, he's a girl, he's wearing a girl's bracelet!"

Their shrill voices were already annoying me.

"No, I just want to remember my mommy!"

The bullies laughed as they took his bracelet and began tossing it to one another. Then they did an inexcusable thing: two of the bullies pulled fiercely on the bracelet until it ripped sending many beads flying. The poor boy watched in disbelief as the beads showered around and laid scattered all on the ground. I knew I had to step in. Not only would they continue bullying him, but they wouldn't apologize for what they had done.

"Hey you jerks, what do you think you're doing?"

The bullies flinched, they didn't expect me to step to the boy's defense.

"Eh, nothing! We were just showing this sissy how to be a boy," one of the bullies replied frightened.

" No, you're just treating him badly."

The bullies didn't hesitate. They dispersed in a blink of an eye. The little boy grabbed a little sliver charm that was at his feet. He looked at it and threw it as he began to cry.

"Hey what's wrong?"

"They're right! And I hate it!"

I had to figure out a way to calm him down. This was like my own childhood bullies.

"Look, you're not a girl. You're a little boy. See this lock of pink hair I have here?"

He nodded as he wiped his tears.

"When I was younger, people would make fun of me because of that little piece, and quite honestly I hated it, but I eventually learned to accept that it was the way I was born, and it was what had made me different from everyone around me."

He didn't seem so convinced by my encouraging talk, but he still thanked me and walked away. As I watched the little boy slowly fade away into the landscape, I realized that the world I had known for so long was artificial in feelings. That I was right, that sadness was pushed away and sealed away. I didn't know I had experienced emotional pain until I had those dreams. My own memories were blocked from me. This city I grew up in is hiding something big from me, I don't want to be in the dark about it anymore.