Word Vomit

Wednesday October 3rd, 2018, 9:05 am

He came home to a worried family, apparently he'd been missing for four days. Time was skewed, those four months were only four days here. It's best to not think about what he did. Just readjust to his home-world and forget everything. It was an impossible task. He'd never be able to forget the feeling of magic surging through his veins. The pulsating of nature beneath his feet, and the rush of heat under his skin. Nor would he forget the faces of those who died by his side, or by his hand. His family wanted him to start his senior year as though nothing happened. He hadn't made the news, and his parents were worried that it was school stress that caused a mental breakdown. They were understanding and ginger with him.

It was three days to the start of school and he already had his college stuff set and ready to go as soon as applications opened up. He hadn't gone to see any of his friends, they texted him but he couldn't bring himself to respond. He still couldn't look himself in the mirror or his hands. He had two eyes and all ten fingers, something he couldn't get used to. He adapted to only having one eye, he learned to live with the pain in his knuckles where They tortured him slowly hacking away at his fingers. His cello sat in his room untouched. He had to keep reminding himself that only four days had passed since he disappeared.

When school started his friends waited in the parking lot for him. Curious and worried they wanted to speak to him. They watched him pull into the parking space with surprising ease and when he stepped out of the car he stood at his full height, all six foot four of him. He held himself as though he were much bigger, his step exuded a self assurance that he never had. Something was off, he changed way too much in four days. His eyes were dark. Sunken and soulless. And he didn't recognize them right away. He started blankly, gazing through them for a few seconds before smiling halfheartedly and calling their names. After school he went to the gym, something he never did before, he laughed and chalked it up to not wanting the freshman fifteen to get the best of him. The girl he had been crushing on all of last year didn't even come up. When they mentioned her he just shrugged saying he moved on. He was a different person, but they just couldn't place how.

One night he was alone in the house, only a month since coming home and he was bored. Videogames held no appeal, and he had finished his studies. Out of curiosity he attempted to summon his magic. He meditated, cleared his mind, and he felt cold. So cold, like he was reaching for something that wasn't there. His magic was gone, and he knew that but it crushed him all the same. He screamed and cried and broke everything within reach. He had nothing except the memories and those fade. He couldn't allow it. He had to go back. He never wanted to leave. So he began to write everything that happened. He told the whole story in a notebook that he kept locked in his desk. He wrote down every spell, every battle tactic, every enchantment, summoning, exorcism, and binding he knew. He refused to forget, he was angry and unforgiving. The universes hurt him and expected him to go back and live this mundane life, and to take away the only thing that kept him sane amidst insanity, to take away his magic was unforgivable.

Fin
9:54 am