Never Infinity

Chapter 2 ~ The Future Broken

Let's skip ahead in time, because we have the power to do so if you know what I mean. Let's skip a few years into the future from the day of the first sight of rain.

After school, manipulation became something that I used frequently. Universe aided me in doing so and by that, I got a place to live in and a sustainable amount of food and basic needs blah, blah all the boring stuff you probably don't care about. I didn't need much honestly, I spent most of the time exploring the outside world without any care to what others thought of my becoming.

Friends were long gone, all they ever did was believe they were helping me take medication I didn't need or think their opinion mattered or even just held me back from my full potential. And no, I wasn't crazy, everyone thinks I am but it's the opposite if you actually think about it, unlike anyone with a brain ever did. Why I have to explicitly feel the need to justify that thought is beyond me but it's said and now permanently a part of this story.

Either way, like I mentioned, people held me back from my potential so instead of climbing the ladder of the social networks like my plan had been and Universe began leading me towards, I was wanted by the FBI and constantly on the run. I was labelled a "mentally unstable human" who was incapable of being controlled by parental guidance. So I guess it wasn't really a surprise that I was being tracked down to be thrown into a mental hospital.

Universe stayed, wouldn't stop pestering me since that day of 40°c heat and I'm grateful it stayed. My family gave up on me the minute police wanted me when I ran away and friends lost contact, I never had any love interest either, not that it matters or foreshadows anything and honestly, I was perfectly fine just that way.

Of course, I was antisocial and that did take it's toll, not by much of course, I mean heck, I was depressed, but everyone becomes depressed, and sometimes I'd catch Universe forcing happiness into my brain like a drug to make me feel better. Which it worked if you were wondering, but for only brief periods of time, like all drugs I suppose.

To recap, I was on the run, I was alone, and considered mentally unstable. You'd hear whispers about me on the streets, controversy as to if I truly was mentally sick. People wondered if it was true, doubting the reality. I mean, can someone mentally ill hide from the government for 24 years? Yeah, 24, that's honestly a long time but to be honest I didn't realise it had been so long until I actually saw Christmas lights so many months ago. FBI must really suck at their job or I'm just actually smart.

I stayed hidden, no matter how many times the police bribed the public to create search parties, I was considered dangerous. Because people like to make up shit for their own personal gain and few seconds of fame. Hundreds of stories over the time I went missing had arisen and hundreds I'd hear. Things such as me robbing people or attacking people, some said I was an alcoholic and some even claimed I has tried to murder. Those stories always amused me. People were always great at fabricating stories.

But what never failed to amaze me were the out of date photographs of me. People's stories also mixed my image up and no one truly knew who or what I looked like. You'd think they'd have given up by now but no, people kept making up stories and people kept giving false information to the point where I was almost certain that I could have come out of hiding and no one would have known who I was.

Universe would occasionally play around with the future of course, our world was like a game to it, able to manipulate and change it as much as it liked, the only catch was that all the Nulls on the planet were unaffected towards this power.

And you know, for the past 24 years, everything was fun and games, it truly was, but I guess what they say is true regarding everyone needing to grow up at one point, as much as I'd hate to admit it myself.

And you see, the issue and story truly begins here, after essentially 2 chapters worth of introduction, because I wanted to have the freedom of every normal person.

But I couldn't.

And Universe couldn't alter anything about my future because of the laws of Nulls and so I couldn't correct my past in any way.

So once the sudden epiphany hits you hard in the head so that you are now aware that your own personal world and life can only go so far without it becoming miserable and depressing and repetitive, you almost fall down into a spiral of anguish and pain, you know, that repetitive thought of the what ifs, and it was there where those what ifs created the beginning of the end.

No one cared, I was alone, and what was worse was that Universe could do nothing to help me. I was so close to closing my own story.