Prologue
Everything was dark. Let me rephrase such an understatement, it was pitch black. Nothing in sight. But it was peaceful, a blissful silence and nothingness, which enveloped me. Rendering not only my sight useless but all my other senses as well. Although it’s not as if I mind, in fact I’d rather stay. . .
A rigid desk underneath my elbow gave me a slight ache due to all the time I had spent in one position. My eyes slowly opened and were drawn to the my Science professor as he continued with his lecture, not noticing my small nap. I’d forgotten his name long ago, not bothering in the slightest to memorise it. I sat at the very back left hand corner and had more the half the desk to myself. No one wanted to sit next to the freak. Now the reason as to why I am called such is simple, well reasons.
Firstly, my face. Its not as if I’m deathly ugly. I had black hair with green eyes and an okay build, as a matter of fact I thought I was a little above average. The thing is it doesn’t change. I do have emotion they are just hidden very well by my expressionless visage.
The second cause would be my head and by my head I mean my mind in particular. Being in the worlds top ten in terms of IQ at 17 isn’t something people regard as amazing but freaky or monstrous.
These two factors cause me to be avoided as many see me as rude or feel intimidated by my presence. However this is perfect since I prefer not to interact with people anyway. I’m a pretty anti-social person.
The useless lecture carried on for another half hour and then we were dismissed. I’d studied all the material for this course during middle school and there was nothing new that I hadn’t already known.
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I made my way home passing the library today, I’d just finished all the books they had available which I believe is quite a feat. Excluding most of the children’s section. I ventured on to the crossing, pressing the button I stood waiting for a chance to cross.
After a second or two, I was able to cross. As I continued I looked to my left where a truck sped towards me. Its approximate being 3000kg leading to a large velocity and momentum at this rate even if I were to try dodge I would surely die. Though I don’t want to die, there’s nothing I can do about it.
My eyes met with the drivers closed ones as he continued to doze off on the wheel. My life flashed before my eyes including the scenes of my parents death and sister. A tinge of regret crossed me as I reminisced how little time I’d spent with them. Then eyes of my aunt and uncle who took me in purely for a larger part in the inheritance. The collection of memories were relatively short as most of my time had been spent reading, but I guess there’s no use in regretting such things now. It’s a good a thing I wrote a will donating 90% of the inheritance to charity leaving 5% for my burial and the rest for Great Aunt Milva.
The impact was hard as I was surrounded in a pitch black veil of nothingness once again, hopefully this time it’ll be permanent. I don’t how long I’d been here already, my sense of time seemed to have been severely distorted. But it as peaceful as ever, it’s perfect.
The darkness never ceased engulf me.
On the nth day a felt a slight tug on me, my entity. It got stronger until I heard a large cry. The piercing sound increased in volume forcing me to pull open my eyes. Eyes?