Restart

My Cursed Amnesia

     

       Flying cars! The first thing I see and now the only thing I can think about. There are no roads, just tiny cones that are a designated color for a specific section: like the sidewalks are made up of yellow cones lining the area off-limit for cars. Even more extraordinary is that the cones themselves are also flying, and in my head, that seemed to be the strangest thing to see. Further back are houses, floating in the air, of which I finally note that I can't see any sort of ground, other than the porches connected to the homes.

        Slowly and cautiously, I walk to the bottom of the stairs (which happened to be one of the only objects I could walk on that is outside), the concrete crunching beneath my shoes as my soles shuffle any loose rocks. Gripping the railing tightly for balance and overall safety for this daring act, I take a second to conscientiously peak over the jagged edge of the path, my curiosity unable to help itself. Unable to fully grasp what I'm seeing, I can only continue to gawk at the scene below. A gasp escapes up my esophagus and out of the slack jaw, and my eyes nearly bulge right out of my head in sheer shock, mixed with just a twinge of fear.

       The whole city is flying.

       We must be hundreds of thousands of feet above ground level. I can vaguely see the shapes of buildings that speckle the ground.

       I almost sprained my neck from the severe jerk of a movement I make to skeptically glare at the 'sky town,' only to fall in love and admire the architecture. The people scattered throughout the neighborhood before me have strange, clunky shoes entrapping their feet, ostensibly skating around in the air where the yellow-colored cones have decided is the sidewalk. Words are scrambling around in my head, thoughts zooming past one another as I try to comprehend everything I'm seeing.

       Rocket shoes? Do they have rocket shoes?! Are they floating, or are they flying? Are they genuinely skating, or are they hover-walking?

       Soft footsteps tap-dance their way down the opposite side of me and down the steps without notice. A hand gently and lightly slides over the top of my own in what is presumptively a warm gesture. I'm not sure what's going through his head as he does this, but the sensation of his hand against mine only works to terrify the living soul out of me. I yank my hand from between his and the railing, fearful of this strange hand and its owner. The sudden, unplanned jerk causes me to lose my balance and one-foot thrusts out to counterbalance. As that one leg comes off the ground, I foolishly realize that I have the worst balance on Earth. That leg goes up, and my whole center of balance is flying out the window. My overreaction causes my entire body to skid three inches too close to the edge, where my only 'remaining' foot cramps as it twists up. It all happens too fast to react correctly or adequately balance myself out. So, I end up staring straight at the strange hands' owner, Dijack, as my plummet becomes irrepressible.

       I know that the look on my face must be one of pure terror. He looks frightened but not nearly as scared as I am. My hair sways in front of my face and blurs my vision as I inevitably fall. It happens so quickly, so fluidly, that I don't have enough time to fathom what's going on or let out a yelp of fear.

       The wind rushing past me, or maybe me rushing past the wind, is loud against my eardrums, and I can hear nothing but this earsplitting roar. My hair is whipping against my face with sharp, stinging whips, and I note how unattractive the hospital looks from below its base.

       I don't fall.

       In the next moment, I hit a somewhat solid yet liquid-like object, and I'm flung back up, past the sluggishly crumbling staircase and back into my original position. My body is vibrating from whatever I bounced off, and I peek over my shoulder to look down, quaking in confusion and horror. As I'm looking down, I locate the spot that I hit effortlessly due to the blue light swaying from it like waves.