Naked in this tub of water, idle, if it weren't for the reoccurring alarm screaming at me I'd drown. I need no pit as I barely even try to keep myself afloat in crashing misery. You know things have gone downhill when the only enjoyable consistency in your life is your room of rot—things you used to love with fire and heart. Have you ever gotten too tired to stand up in the shower so you take a bath and have to physically try not to drown?
The better word would be drained I suppose. Oh—and I've definitely lost some weight lately, not that it's really noticeable since I'm already a slim person. I'm also pretty pale due to not being outside much. I suck.
I finish up in the bathroom and walk out with a towel wrapped around my waist. It's much colder throughout the rest of the house in comparison to the bathroom, I got a chill. I walk to my bedroom and see someone I don't recognize sitting on my bed.
"Finally done. Did you fall asleep in there?" A black silhouette of a girl speaks to me. Her eyes are purely white circles with points resembling eyelashes. Seeing something like this is totally different than in a show or something, looking at the silhouette of a person not bound as a shadow on a wall. Her voice is high pitched— matching her childlike build. "What…are you?" Although this is quite the spectacle and rather cool, I can't help but tremble. When I first glanced at this girl, or whatever it is, my heart dropped and I lost all feeling in my body for a moment, like I had turned and a train was zooming towards my direction—sudden death.
"I can tell you're afraid of me. Do you want to know what I am?" The girl asks. I simply nod, almost afraid to speak, "well—I am just like you! I'm just a human. You can perceive me in some aspect, is that right?" I nod again keeping my silence. There's a pause as we both look at each other. I feel no temperature. I almost forget that I'm only wearing a towel around my waist. "Can…I touch you?" I ask, but I'm already subconsciously reaching my hand towards her. My shaking fingers make contact with her head. That's the last thing I remember before suddenly waking up in a colorful void.
All around me are platforms that float, spirals of rather beautiful lights fill the void. There are doors that are also different colors on different platforms. Here, I feel no air, no temperature, but I can feel my strange new clothing and the platform I'm lying on. I can still breathe—but it feels as if I don't need to—in fact, I don't. I get up and immediately realize I'm light as a feather. My jumps, my weight, it feels like I'm in a dream. I may very well be in a dream. The girl is gone, or at least I can't see her anywhere. I look down at my feet.
!!!
My shadow is shaped as the girl, and her white eyes are visible. That's trippy…and very unsettling. I have to be in a dream so I'm not too worried. Looking back up I ponder, where should I go now? I assume these doors are meant for meso I should enter them, I'd enter them regardless. I leap slowly to the platform next to the one I was on and I look at the door. I open it. What greets me is the haunting memory of my old neighborhood. The array of houses and the empty bright blue sky, the summer smell, it hits me too hard. On the ground I see my younger self and my old bullies. I walk closer—but my voice is gone and I can't seem to do anything so I just stand there and watch. My younger self backs away slowly from them.
One of them holds a gun tucked into his pants. The other three are unarmed. What was their purpose for bullying me back then; especially so ruthlessly? Eighty pound me was easy to pick on. How did the bastard get his filthy hands on a weapon? We were in the third or fourth grade by this time. The door closes, and with a blink I'm back in the void with floating platforms. The next platform I go to, the door feels warm. When I open it…I see my younger self again…but I'm eating my family. My eyes seem to be dark and baggy. I can feel the urge to vomit—that isn't me. That is NOT me. Get me out of here! My stomach growls grotesquely and my mouth drools. White frothy streams of madness erupt from my lips as I try to scream. The door closes. With a blink I'm back in this void of platforms.
What does any of this mean? Why am I seeing all of this? Wait—now I wonder…is this…some void of memories? Did I eat my family? Is that why I feel so alone, because I ate my family and ran away because I didn't want to get caught? No…that's not it at all. I don't want to try to figure this out…but instead…I'll just keep looking around. These doors hold a meaning for sure—but what they mean I'm not able to figure out. I go through different doors. I see myself in all of them, going through random tragedies that I can recall and some that I can't recall. I'm a little freaked out, but I'll be okay. After a little while I enter the final door. When I walk through these doors, they all disappeared every time I'd exit them. After this final door…something new may happen. I open the final door.
I see the sky. A sky that stretched on forever, but looking down, there's more sky. In fact—everything here is only sky. I'm not standing, I was floating idly. Still. I haven't heard anything or even interacted with that girl figure that appeared in my room and exists as my shadow in this other world I'm in. If I had to guess, about thirty seconds have passed and I'm still here. I'm starting to freak out now. There's only the sound of wind blowing and birds chirping. Nothing here makes any sense— I hear wind and birds, but I see no trees nor even any land. Another thirty seconds. I speak timidly, just to see what would happen.
"Hah…"
The door closes and I'm back in the void of platforms. The doors are all gone now. My shadow, or whatever it is, is gone. What do I do now? Another door appears. I open it and walk through it. I hear the familiar chimes of my old school. This is where my life…well…