And obviously, I barely remembered anything other than screaming my head off…and that room, but I’ll get to that soon. So yeah, I sorta just breezed through infancy, seeing as I barely did anything other than sleep, eat, and shit. It was only after a few years of this that the haze cleared, and I realized what was really going on. Somebody would be holding me, which seemed to be surprisingly easy for them, and they’d rock me around until I’d slowly slip into a deep slumber. If I ever started to scream again, then there’d be soothing voices nearby to calm me down. Sometimes I’d stop screaming, and I’d suddenly be eating things. Everything else was an indecipherable blur mostly, because all I could really remember was that I was screaming most of the time. Even when it stopped being dark, I was screaming out wordlessly. Then suddenly everything got dark, hot, and I was, for some reason, covered in gunk.Īnd I was screaming. All I could feel was an unnerving sensation as I took in my surroundings. I suddenly woke up there, in the middle of a fancy, dimly lit room with three strange boxes sitting on the floor, completely out of the loop as to what the hell was going on. The first thing in my new life that I was aware of was being in that room, the one that looked like it belonged in a fancy castle. Thing is, I didn’t really find out about it right away. I mean, how would you feel if you were only a few months away from getting out of highschool, and having your whole life ahead of you, only for some idiot to slam into you at nearly a hundred miles an hour and take it all away? I was pretty miffed when I found out about it. Maybe that was just my anger getting the better of me. If I’d been alive, I’d probably have been screaming bloody murder at the jerk. Because in no world does ‘stop’ mean ‘go’, and people walking across the street on a designated path also don’t mean ‘go faster’. Whoever that asshole in the black van was, they probably had a brain barrier.
#CROSSOUT FORUM DRIVERS#
The stop light should have been red, too, so you’d think most drivers would have stopped, especially when they saw people walking. I’m fairly sure the crosswalk had a ‘go’ sign, with the bright caricature of a person walking flashing over and over. W-Well, actually, I guess the memory I got was really the last memory of my old life, seeing as it was a memory of my death. The first time I saw that room was when I got the first memory of my old life.
And they were all arguing in Romanian, and they spoke many words that were best left out of polite conversation and that I’ve been told by my parents never to repeat. They all looked like extremely pale central Europeans between their 30s to late 40s, but in reality they were probably well over 500 years old each. Of course, it was less unnerving because of the three men loudly and angrily arguing at the center. Combined with the low light of the candles, the entire room looked unnatural and unnerving.
#CROSSOUT FORUM FULL#
And further beyond that, nothing but what seemed like an endless expanse of night, only the light of the full moon and the twinkling stars peeking into the room. Outside the windows, I could see a balcony.
#CROSSOUT FORUM WINDOWS#
It had a gorgeous interior design, with bookshelves, tables, and chairs made of some pretty smooth looking wood, as well as curtains on the windows that seemed to be made of satin or velvet-really everything just looked old and expensive. Where is “here”? Well, currently, it’s probably some weird ‘mindscape’ thing I have, which sorta looks like a room in a big, fancy castle. You know, there are days when I wonder “how did I get here?” Eh, close enough, huh? Hopefully it's worth it, because I literally drew this cross out of a hat. Was hoping to post this one before Halloween.
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