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My name is Arthur. I´m a freshman who got accepted into M.I.T last year for my

“over -average” skills in programming and math. I know that it´s not Harvard or Yale but common it´s still one of the best universities you can attend if you dream has something to do with computers and programming. I was proud of myself. I had finally achieved half of my goal, which is getting into M.I.T. Now I only need, to study hard, and get my degree and then program some brilliant app and then get rich and famous, or so I thought.

I was on my why to my very first day of school. The weather was nice, the sun was shining brightly, and I could feel the light of the sun on my skin. I could see the birds flying and dancing in the sky, and I think I saw some birds waving at me, but that was probably my imagination. All seemed to perfect like nothing could go wrong today. As I was walked down the street in my “everything-is-perfect” mood I suddenly heard somebody screaming behind me

“KID GET OUT OF THE WAY!”.

I quickly turned my head around to see what was going on, that’s when I saw it. A man wearing one of those clown mask, which has been all over the news lately, about people going around wearing a clown costume and scaring people.

“GET OUT OF THE WAY, OR I´M GONNA KILL YOU” the masked man yelled.

I have never been the type who fell for a prank, and definitely not from a clown. I would not let this punk ruin my perfect day, my first day of school and the starting line of my dreaming becoming true. I chose to stay frozen on my spot, to show that I was not going to get tricked so easily humph. As the yelling got louder and the masked clown got closer, I began to feel more and more uneasy. His eyes… there weren’t normal but bloody red! I could feel the strength in my legs disappearing as I looked him in the eyes. Was I really afraid? Wasn’t it just a stupid prank? Maybe it´s wasn’t a prank? I could feel the fear filling my body. I was afraid. I looked down at my legs they were shaking, I couldn’t stop them.

Suddenly the yells from the masked man pull me back from my train of thought and I look up again.

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“HAHA I GAVE YOU A CHANCE KID, DIE”

As I look up again, I see that the masked clown is but 5 meters away from me. Now I could clearly see those bloody eyes. This wasn’t a prank. That was real blood on the masked-clowns eyes, real blood.  I quickly tried to but all my power into my legs and try to run, but I could my legs, couldn’t move. I finally understood the feeling of being so that even your body couldn’t move. Dammit.

As the man came within 2 meters I could see a pointy object in his hand, it was a knife. I could feel cold sweat running down my back, I was going to die. *STAB*

As I felt the blood leaving my body, my vision was getting blurrier and blurrier and then it went dark, and the noises disappeared. I could feel my body getting colder as time passed. My body felt like it was weightless, like when the body is in water.

Did I die?

I was almost there, I had studied my whole life, used so many hours on my studies instead of having fun with my friends like everybody else. I have never even been to a party yet. I kept telling myself that if I worked hard, I would get a better life and happier life, then most of these people, who chose to have fun instead of studying hard. Now all my hard work was for nothing. I even died a virgin.

“Why do you think that you died Arthur?” A voice sounded

I rapidly tried to look around to locate the source of the voice, but without luck. Everything was dark, and I couldn’t see anything, I didn’t even know if my eyes were open of if I even had eyes.

“There is no point in trying to find me, I’m talking directly inside of your my mind” The voice sounded again.

ohh, the voice was directly transmitted to my mind? Like those wuxia characters? The voice sounded very gentle and very feminine. What and who was is, that was talking to me, god of maybe worse the devil?

As I thought about god and the devil, I began getting afraid, because I wasn’t some religious believer, and had never really paid any attention to it. And like any other person, I’ve  done my share of bad things, like stealing and be into fights. Sweat began running down my spine, or I felt like it did, I’m not even sure that I can sweat in this state…

Almost as the voice could read my mind, the voice sounded again and answered my question.

“Child I´m no women or man. I´m not a god neither a devil. I´m not even a living being known to mankind,” The voice sounded again, removing some of my worries.

“I´m but a manifestation, created by your soul, which is the best suited to guide you trough your spiritual evolutioon”