Chapter 2: Suicide Upon Homocide. Love is Strong

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The man that brought me here hasn't said much since I have woken up from my year long slumber. I never felt the urge to sleep but I find myself doing it since the only emotion I could feel was boredom. And I was bored out of my mind so I slept a lot. After what seemed to about 3 days he would finally tell me what I've been dying to know.
"You might have been wondering what happened to you." The man says as he approaches me, wearing a scarf over his face as if he was trying to hide his identity. "Yes, you have... Deceased. But fear not... Not like you could ever feel. You are undoubtedly alive. I have transferred your consciousness into a robotic human, that looks just like you." At that moment everything seemed to click. I knew I have died... But why was I brought back to life? What was the purpose..? "Now.. Just know non of this was a dream... And I'm sorry... I l-" and I don't remember what happened. I woke up, somewhere. In a house I've never seen before but it didn't seem far from my house.
What I would describe as fear, would not be the same to you. It was weird that I ended up in a house that I never seen, or been in before. And the house had furniture and everything. As if someone was still living here. I searched the house, which now seemed pretty rude to do. No-one was home, and thinking about it now, I haven't eaten ever since this incedent. A dream or not my body hasn't felt weakened. More as if it was strengthened. I left the building. And walked home. On my walk it did seem as if things have changed a bit. The billboard advertising the shitty excuse for a toothpaste was gone. But there was also a moment in me where I would feel really upset. My favourite donut shop seemed to have shut-down. To be more descriptive the building itself was missing. I felt like I wanted to cry but I couldn't. As soon as I came home my things were missing. My wifes car was gone and our furniture seemed different. I searched around and it seems everything in the house has changed. I went to my my best friends house to see if he knew what had happened. But it seemed what I thought was a dream... Was actually real. "Oh my fucking god, dude your not dead! You have to be a ghost... Shit are you still mad at me about the time I ruined your 10th birthday party? I swear it was an accident. I'll pray to you just please don't haunt me!" Zach said terrified. "Chill out man, I'm not dead... I hope." I said trying to calm him down. It's been a while since I have seen him so scared before. I would hav laughed at a moment like this but... Ugh I hate this. "Listen do you know what happened to my place?" He invited me in and he explained everything. How I was missing and everybody had assumed my death. Mostly because of security footage of my homocide. They said they couldn't find my body, which I was gonna leave out the part where I was with that... Man. He said my wife seemed devestated and... I should have shed tears but I couldn't. But this time I felt ot more than usual. My wife commited suicide upon my death. "She was depressed, she couldn't handle living without you. She loved you. She took her life because 'living in a world without you is impossible' she wrote in a not. We found her body in a pool of blood. She took sleeping pills and slit from her wrist." He was very descriptive... Leave it to Zach to leave nothing out... We visited her gravestone. And on it said "Love is Strong". I wish I could have turned back time to prevent ny death, to prevent her from doing this. Maybe... Ill never get over her... But it seemed to easy to do so...

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⏰ Last updated: Feb 12, 2018 ⏰

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