Reality Is No More

Doomed In A Strange World

I must be doomed.  Is there an escape from this place?  It seems like forever and at the same time it feels like just yesterday things were normal.  I have thought of going back to the city, but the mystery behind that woman still haunts me.  I take refuge in knowing I have left that god awful city for the outskirts of a forest.  My time spent in the forest has lead me to believe that I have a somewhat bipolar personality.

I don't mind though, it means I'm learning more about myself.  Oddly enough, a second journal popped up in my pocket.  I have been utilizing it as a record book in a way.  I have documented what I have learnt about myself and what's been changing about me.  In the first book, I have noted important discoveries.  My favorite discoveries include carnivorous plants (dangerous, very dangerous,) disappearing mushrooms (they don't exactly taste all that good) and small insects that resemble ants and behave somewhat the same.  They seem to follow around the disappearing mushrooms.  I have also taken the liberty of naming different phenomenons from this strange world.

It feels as if I am embracing this strange world, it no longer feels so alien.  It is like a second home, after all I have no memory of my previous home.  Mystery after mystery, I am slowly piecing together the bizarre ways of this world.  What else am I to do here?  There is nothing other than survival and that is just too boring.  The urge to learn and to venture out to the impossible seems so natural in my blood.  Perhaps I was an outgoing and knowledgeable girl once, driven by curiosity.  Then again, this could simply be the result of being stranded in a new world.  My brain could be using this as a way to cope.  It doesn't matter to me, I am enjoying my time here.  Though, being alone is a little sad.  At first I was both relieved and frightened to know I was all by myself, now I just wish someone would show up to keep me company.  Human or not, it would be nice to know another sentient being can walk the terrain along side me.

I have thought up numerous possibilities and theories.  This could be a banishment of sorts, some form of punishment, I could be insane and all of this is a result of an overactive imagination, I could be in some state of unconsciousness while my physical being is suffering some uncontrollable disease.  Most of my these are quite implausible, but I like to think of them as possible answers.  Quite honestly, anything would make happy.  Whether it be an answer or a new friend, I silently beg for anything.

"Odd girl, she left the city."

Startled I jerked my head and spun around, I had been sitting by the old berry tree when someone had spoken, which was extremely uncalled for.  All of my wishful thinking couldn't have actually worked.  Then again, I have heard voices before.  Such as during hallucinations and that dreamlike states that the Alienis berries produce. 

"Oh? It almost seemed as if she heard me..." The man's voice stated.  My eyes lit up at that, never once had hallucinations or dreams responded before! 

"Why of course it did, I indeed heard you talking." I responded with a falsely calm voice.  I wanted to appear as sane as possible, I don't know, must have been a sense for a good first impression.

"Wait, did you just..?" The voice sounded bewildered, it had the characteristics of a good theatre voice.  A nice British accent with a unique attitude.  Oh my, not again, how could I have referenced it to a theatrical voice if I've never heard one..?

"Where might you be?  I can't see you." I asked kindly. The voice hesitated before answering, "I'm not quite sure how to answer that question of yours, girl."

"You can call me... You know what? Never mind, why is it you are incapable of answering me, strange voice?"

"I am unsure of that myself, you see. You, girl, can call me Demarcus, Demarcus Hendrix." He responded.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Demarcus. Do you know where we are?" I asked in return. I sat back down by the old tree and waited for his reply.

"My apologies, I cannot. Though I can share with you my current knowledge. Through speaking with others I have gathered that we are in an impossible world. The many people here have told me that this is where they belong and have lived there entire lives, but you my dear are not from this world, just as I. Reality is broken here, those like you and I who show up here unexpectedly are put in the City. It was built for us to live in and many have until they would slowly fade away."  Demarcus said wisely.  He too is an outsider, finally my prayers seemed to have been answered.

"You say reality is distorted? And you speak of others, I find that hard to believe. I haven't seen another person since I left the City, and before you said I was odd for leaving? Please, I am thoroughly confused here, I am in need of your guidance. Will you help me?" I paused and waited for his reply once more.  The new information he has given was overwhelming, even if it didn't seem like much. Before he could respond I added sadly, "and... you recall your name. Why can't I recall mine?"

"I'm sorry, I'm not sure I can help with any of that. Hang in there, girl. I'm going to the Sacred Mountains to fix everything, okay? I will restore reality and mend back together all of time and space. Things will be easier after that, I promise." Towards the end, Demarcus's voice faded until it was barely a whisper.

"Demarcus? Sacred Mountains? Restore reality, mend time and space? What are you going on about?"

Silence.

"Demarcus, please! Don't go just yet! Demarcus!? Don't leave me alone! Not again..."