What If Our Life Threads Bind?

Chapter 10.

(Sorry I couldn't upload any chapters lately. I have been dealing with mental/ emotional stress these days but I am working on it. Anyway, here's your new update. Hope you enjoy reading. Click that yellow star button if you like the chapter). //

I slowly comb my hair, absent in my thoughts as I try to make sense of the dream I saw this morning. I don't remember the dream at all or rather, I do, but it was a set of photos not a film. Stills without the space between.

I had seen myself. Lying. Then the strange woman with the green eyes. Then a bundle of threads tangled together- threads of different color; Red, white and black. I see a pair of hands trying to roll them up tidily and failing to do so. The view darkens, nay, it changes into a black and white film and then the picture doesn't move. I wake up.

Looking up at the clock, I heave a loud huff. I am late. "Again." I say loud enough for the walls to hear. Staring at my own reflection in the mirror, I try to smile. They say smiling makes your day better.

A ping from my phone makes me stare at my phone. There's a message from Spencer that says she won't be coming to college today. "Already better." I say loudly again, mirth evident in my voice.

The walk to college wasn't boring because I had my audio book plugged in. I am listening to The Holy Bible as I pass the awkward stares on the mini-ramp and close it as soon as I find my seat next on the first bench, between Chuck and Ansel. I find myself fidgeting, not sure what to do with my eyes, where to look. I feel an endless gaze directed from Ansel's eyes straight at me and I pretend that it doesn't bother me as I plug my earphones back in my ear and hit play.

I was just one minute into the audio book when I felt a hand poking my shoulder. I remove my earphones and look at the intruder directly, hiding my annoyance as I say, "What is it, Chuck?"

"You know my name?" He looks slightly baffled and I didn't answer his question but I definitely looked at him with a weird look on my face. "What are you listening to?"

"An audio book." I tell him and put my earphones back in my ear before he says anything else. A part of me told me that what I did was rude but I couldn't care less.

I felt trapped in a mirror room and all I could see were those green eyes that looked exactly like my own. Only they aren't mine.

Another chime on my phone distracts me temporarily from my annoyance as I open my inbox.

Lila: There's a new list that I have prepared for you. Stories are ready for you to read it.

A shiver runs down my spine and I bury my face in the cup of my hands before writing a reply that said, "I am in college. I'll read the stories after." and hit send.

I hated and loved my job at the same time.

My favorite part of the job is when I get to read the stories that Lila writes. Well, 'story' is just a word that I use so that I don't feel bad about the people inside the narrative. They are actually documentaries. Real life documentaries. There's one documentary each on everyone's life that Lila writes and keeps record of while sewing their tapestries.

She does her homework, measuring their deeds and dues to the universe. When she thinks that their life has nothing more left in it and no more dues to pay, she hands their documentary over to me and I read them.

People die everyday and it was getting impossible for both, me and Lila to keep reading and writing those documentaries so we took help from our brother, Tarren who was good with technology and created a bot that made it easier for Lila to keep track of everyone's dues, deeds and their documentaries.