Chosen

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Running. Running down the hallway that is my life. I am trying to "feel" my way as my mother once told me when I was younger. She knew that if I did, I would make the right choices in life. She knew that I would find the right girl, the right house, the right job. She knew everything would be okay if I just somehow opened my eyes.

My eyes are still squeezed shut and I wander about jogging, feeling the empty walls for a doorknob. I tell myself: I know it's here.

My heart begins racing as fast as a rabbit and I stop dead in my tracks. I feel adrenaline pumping through me and I feel the wall to my right- nothing. To my left- nothing. Maybe mother wasn't right after all. I step forward and my body is drawn to the nothingness in front of me. No, no there are never doors in front of you. Long, long hallways with doors on every side. I reach my hand out tentatively and find a doorknob. My eyes flutter open. This door is not grey like they described it- it's pink. How strange, I think, and turn the golden knob to the right and push it open slowly.

As soon as it opens, a breeze of air rushes past me which I also didn't know about. But you know what they say- life's full of surprises.

I walk inside and am greeted by the sound of music. No, this was not normal music. There were no violins and cellos, no winds nor brass. None that I could detect at least. This music hummed through my soul and gave off low loud pounding beats. Someone was...singing! In music! I had never heard this before! It is a man's voice, but now he is speaking quickly. I decide that I love this music.

I look over to see a man in front of two discs and I am shocked. Are they record players? I don't know how or where this music is coming from, there is no orchestra playing. I watch him intently. He is moving the discs with his hand occasionally, then he presses many buttons that glow different colors. He slides some buttons with his finger which change the music- raising it and then it drops to low sounds, drum beats. I have never heard this music. I walk up to the man and decide to ask him a question.

"Excuse me, what kind of music is this?"

"Well, electronic with some dubstep beats. I'm jamming this pop vocal theme on the top with a deep house track and some R&B loops. You like?" The man has short hair that is standing on the top of his head. What a strange hairstyle. His brown eyes gleam at me and he smiles. He is wearing a black shirt with words I can't read and dark pants with laced shoes. I meet his eyes once more.

"This music is so strange...but I like it very much," I say to him, and he laughs.

"And I like you. What's your name, kid?" He asks me. What are with his manners? How can he act like this? I decide to talk to him anyway.

"Mitchell, Mitchell Grassi. What is your name?" He laughs at me once more. Why is this man out to get me?

"Nice to meet you, Mitch. I'm Mike. Our names are pretty similar, which is cool," he pauses speaking to me to start another song. "So Mitch. What's new?" I am confused. New?

"Well, nothing is new. Just finding my way here is new. What's new with you?" I try to adapt to this man's apparently normal language which has phrases I don't really understand. He just laughs at me again. I don't understand Mike.

"You are so cute! Wanna come home with me? Got a nice spot in the city. It's really something." Mike says this and looks off into the apparent blackness of nothing that is next to him. Something about this man and this situation frightens me, so I decline his offer and turn around. There is nothing else in the room. Is this my destiny?

I close my eyes and pray that this is not my future. I am more than this. I look deep into the blackness of my shut eyelids and open them with a clearer mind. I look around and in the corner of the room I see a man with tan skin. He is fit and has very sharp features that intrigue me. I wander over to him slowly, basking in this feeling of wonder and excitement. He has dyed hair that stands up from his head and deep brown eyes. His ears have some sort of black thing that runs through both sides. I look at him, trying not to display my confusion. His jeans are ripped and he wears black boots. He does not smile at me, but looks at me as if I am something to be observed. Lust in his eyes, he moves towards me, and I feel like I know how to display this emotion his eyes give off. He pulls me closer to him with one hand around my waist lightly and pulls me in to my lips. I have no idea what he is doing, but I feel like I have done this many times before. His lips touch mine and they move against each other softly. I feel a feeling I have never yet felt but it does not feel right. I pull away and he spins me around. I close my eyes as he does this, and once I open them, I see a girl standing in front of me. She has blonde hair and brown eyes that capture my gaze. She looks up and down at me, then smiles and giggles at me. She is wearing a black dress and her lips are a red color. I see her as a good friend, and she reaches out to me. She grabs my arm and spins me around. I open up to her and dance to music I can suddenly hear. I dance without much control and no effort. My hips move and I jump around smoothly without knowing how. I laugh with this girl, then she spins me back and she is gone. The next person I lay my eyes on is a younger girl, who is very short. I smile at her and she tells me things that somehow I understand and respond to. What is happening? Is my life flashing before my eyes? My future?

This girl hugs my and when I release her, she is gone and in her place there is a man about my height with a long face, big eyes, a beard, and his brown hair is pulled back away from his face in a knot. He smiles at me and speaks to me in a very low voice, then our hands hit together and we talk for a bit. I then turn around and see a man who is taller than me and has darker skin with a welcoming smile. He looks very huggable and I embrace him. He has a hat on backwards and is wearing a black suit. I then squeeze my eyes shut and feel a warmness in the room. I open my eyes and see a glowing figure in the distance. He is beautiful. He has blonde hair that is in a unique hairstyle, daring ocean blue eyes, and a tall, strong figure. He appears aesthetically the polar opposite of me. My hair color is dull and my eyes are emotionless. My stature is thin and my clothes are dark. He is wearing a white shirt and light pants that Mike was wearing, the kind with a shade of blue. They are rolled up slightly and he is wearing fancy shoes that I don't recognize. He smiles at me, and runs his hands through his hair before nervously walking up to me.

"Hey," he says. "My name's Scott."