I woke up one morning and saw what I had done. I had slept through something so amazing and beautiful.
The night before, someone had come to the door of my apartment to settle an old score. I had accidentally kissed their girl, and when they came they sure gave me a whirl. I looked down to see a bloodied mess, and my teeth felt particularly loose that morning. I looked around my small one-bedroom apartment and saw various things out of place, but nothing missing.
I head over towards the bathroom, and look in the mirror. I see dried blood covering my face, my split lip only slightly in pain. My blonde hair curling in a mop on the top of my head, really dry and floppy this morning. Bright blue eyes made me almost fade out of reality, and when I come back a few hours have passed.
I move quickly towards my cell phone, and check for any notifications, but it's empty. Just like my feelings when I see the truth. I was half expecting the girl I had kissed to reach out to me, and say something, anything, but she was just like the rest. She had used me to make her boyfriend jealous and want her more... Disgusting.
I lay back on the bed, and slowly drift off, but one memory keeps poking me until I wake up very clearly and see I was only asleep for a few minutes. My job, I have to call to see if I was scheduled this week.
"The number you are calling is out of service..." The phone says ghostly.
"Huh?" I thought to myself. I dial again, and the same message over and over.
That can't be. No way, I had just been there yesterday, they would've told me if the phone lines disconnected. I dial my mom to check in with her, I do that occasionally since I started living on my own. "The number you are calling is out of service..." appears creepily again in my ear, numbing my mind.
"How is this even...?" I continue to call almost every number in my phone and memory, each repeating the same message louder and louder each time, until I call the girl who I had happened to kiss.
"You're very weak... you should be ashamed. Regardless, I've decided to grant you something. Something I don't give to just anyone, and although it may confuse you now, I'll expect you'll thank me later." She seemed so casual, but it seemed like everything around me was a different world, changing before my eyes. "I'm giving you a chance at a future, one where you aren't afraid..." With her last words I pass out, my body knocking on the floor.
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The White Knight
FantasyThis is a story of a man who has no real rule in life, except his own. He lives and dies by the pen as well as the sword, and believes in nothing more than himself.