29 May 2012
The night was falling around me as were the weary, drunken bodies of the wimps who lacked staying power.
The heady potions the evening saw me consume had delivered me oddly alert to the enticing night.
My sharp gaze scanned the people lying, in various states of undress, on the ground. I was the only one still standing. It was only my weird sense of awareness that warned me of the newcomer. I span quickly, he seemed surprised at the alertness in my eyes, he was expecting us to be drunk.
I don't know why I didn't find his sudden appearance odd. I didn't question his presence or how he seemed to appear out of thin air.
I think he felt the same magic of this night that I did. That speech was a waste of breath. That this was a night of feeling and understanding but not questioning. Maybe that was how the drink had affected me.
This was why I took his hand when he offered it to me. A shimmering sensation engulfed me.
It was dark. I couldn't see but that wasn't important. The guy that still held my hand looked knowingly into my eyes which had just inexplicably started to well up.
I felt sad. There was no other word for it. The darkness hid a picture of life and joy that depicted a branch of life now closed to me forever. The black was a thin, recently cast, veil that impenetrably blocked that path.
The stranger gripped my hand tightly. He understood. Maybe this future was lost to him too. Something had happened earlier that had destroyed any hope.
I reached to brush away a tear that was sparkling down his face but as soon as I made contact his tear turned black. He melted away and I was left lying on the prickly grass.
I had no idea what I was losing except... Him. He was part of the future that I'd lost and... that's what decided it.
I reached for a shattered beer bottle. That should do it. I drove the lethal shards into my stomach with as much force as I could muster. Hot blood soaked my t-shirt and as my vision dimmed I saw a familiar face looking distraught. And I thought, it wasn't gone before.
But it is now.
Self Fulfilling Prophecy • Opuss № I