Worlds Within A World

The Chant

This day came once every month and on this day He had to go visit the factory for audit purposes with office colleagues in a hired bus. He had to wait at a stop for the bus to pick him up and others and after that all gathered at a place for Breakfast on the way to the factory. All of them would go have breakfast except he, he would remain seated in the bus all by himself and suddenly feel something in his eyes.

He was not like them, he mostly avoided people because they suffocated him while personal space and solitude were his medicines. He was a normal person like others but this was different, recently he had this picture stuck in his head of a group of people he knew from University who are sitting at a table laughing and having fun with each other while he just looked on. That picture was a scar on his soul, a scar that is yet to fade away, a scar that threatens his mindset towards life.

He doesn't have a smartphone with him so that he could possibly tweet his thoughts or maybe scroll through his Facebook news feed or maybe just post a Selfie on Instagram, he only has a cheap phone with earphones to be his only saving grace. He is a fan of music of course but he has lost touch with the billboard top 10 songs of the week or month and stuff like that for ages, because none of that excites him as much as one particular band. He has been holding on to that band for years because he claims that this band speaks his voice.

Yes he was a Linkin Park fan, nothing else excited him more than these bunch of guys. He felt that he was the only one who knew them and that nobody around him would show interest in what he was. He had a Playlist of their latest albums that gave him a much needed distraction from the world that didn't even like him anymore. He had no interest people but the band who obviously have no idea if he exists but as long as he knew them is what mattered.

After the roadside breakfast was over the people came back into the bus and they were off on a long journey. He decided to drift away into his own made up worlds where he controlled his thoughts exempted from the force of others.

It was only a matter of time before he plugged in the earphones ready for some music when he started hearing this strange noise, a noise that eventually became audible and was supported by a female-ish voice humming in a particular tone which reflected tragedy, failure, the end of the world. Then this voice starts praying to God in a singing tone, begging for mercy, begging to be saved and not for itself but for everyone. It's begging for shelter from this "fire of a thousand suns", for the sins committed by us from our hands and our tongue and even our fore fathers. He listens to this voice repeating the words and starts having goosebumps but before he can get a grip on himself a bright light appears out of nowhere and blinds him and he gets engulfed by it, unaware of the journey lies on the other side of it.