witch, interrupted

one

I always wondered how I got here.

I mean, I knew how. I knew the choices I have taken and could trace back each of them to my state right now in any way.

I knew why I was single, why I was broke. Why I was wearing clothes five sizes larger than my own. Why my nose was burning. Why I had a burning in my heart when I thought of him.

I wasn't sure why I was the way I was, fundamentally flawed, but other than the cause for all of my mistakes, I knew how I made them.

That has to do with the parallal universe I get sucked into; it's easy, once you understand the concept.

I reckon it might sound odd, but I will explain. Or do my best to.

When you will look at me you will see average brunette, but when Regina looked at me she saw a tool, just a mean to an end. No matter how fun I was as a tool; I do think I was her favourite.

Victoria saw me as her savior. Later, a friend. Then...

But I am running way ahead.

The universe you live through is probably real. For you, it is. But just like yours there are crippled universes. Criminal, insane... dying.

My world resembled yours, probably. With a few differences.

I was once sitting on a couch in the middle of the night, staring out of a window with nothing on my mind when darkness rushed over me.

In my parallel universe the laws of physics are suspended; What goes up does not necessarily come down. A body at rest does not tend to stay at rest, and not every action can be counted on to provoke an equal and opposite reaction. Time, too, is different.

It may run in circles, flow backward, skip about from now to then. The very arrangement of molecules is fluid: Tables can be clocks; faces, flowers.

I could travel in time.

I was on a couch- and then I was four again in a garden filled with roses.

And I knew I would cut my knee, but I still went right through the thornes.

Another odd feature of the parallel universe is that although it is invisible from this side, once you are in it you can easily see the world you came from. Sometimes the world you came from looks huge and menacing, quivering like a vast pile of jelly; at other times it is miniaturized and alluring, aspin and shining in its orbit. Either way, it can't be discounted.

They sat that every window on Alcatraz has a view of San Francisco.