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-Isaac age 13-
Wind rushed passed me as I went up, then came back down. Then up and back down. It was way more fun with two people. That weird girl reached out as I swung by adding to my forward swing.
“Go higher!” I yelled.
“If I go any higher you'll go all the way around!” She had used some power to make my tree grow taller and increased the length of the swing.
Just a little more and I might be able to see the entire world. Thanks to her I’d come to realize that the world really wasn’t that big. It was only a few miles all the way around and I wasn’t sure, but it looked like the asteroid it once was had grown a little in size.
I wonder what else I’ll put into this world. The other side was pretty cold compared to this side. That was why I put my garden here. No matter how much I wanted I couldn’t change the temperature.
There was also some strange crystal structures on that side and I had no idea where they came from. It almost made me feel like there was something else out there shaping my world. In any case I dubbed that side the bad lands.
The girl stopped pushing me, Instead she avoided me. Then on my way back down she stood in my path putting both hands on the seat of the swing. There was no whiplash as I came to a complete stop. Somehow she had absorbed all the momentum I had built up.
I was both surprised and amazed by the subverted laws of physics. The conservation of energy seemed to not be a thing in this world, or maybe it was more because that was what she wanted. I guess anything was possible in this place.
I smiled and laughed trying to keep the atmosphere Playful. “That was fun! Do you want to go?” I asked. I didn’t mind pushing her. This was the most fun I’d had in ages.
The girl shook her head. “No, I'm fine.” She pressed her lips into a thin line and gazed into my eyes suspiciously. “ Isaac…You haven’t realized it yet have you?” her lips curled into a smile like she’d just caught me doing something strange.
Did I do something silly? I tilted my head in confusion unsure of what she meant. “What do you mean?” I didn’t want the answer to that question as the world seemed to glitch around me.
Instead I tried to go back to our game wishing to ignore the feeling of dread creeping its way into the front of my mind. “let’s play some more!” I pushed myself. She moved out of the way as I swung forward.
On my way back The girl hugged me from behind. “It’s okay Isaac, look.” She pulled a small round mirror out of nowhere showing me my face.
I was younger now. Maybe 7 or 8. I wasn’t really sure, my size was odd back then. For a moment the mirror seemed to glitch. I slapped it away. No, none of that. I started giggling again. “let’s play some more, I don’t want to think about that.” I nearly cried.
“About what Isaac?” Her words seemed to remind me of all the bad things that had happened to me and my family. I could feel the pain and misery rise back up inside me.
I remember now. I wanted to stuff it all in the hole, but then it broke and now I didn’t know what to do with all of it…..so I screamed.
She hugged me as I thrashed around ripping the world apart with my own thoughts. As soon as I broke something she would fix it. Eventually we ended up laying on the grass. My face was pressed against her dress while she stroked the back of my head.
I didn’t want to think about it. I just wanted to go back to when I was happy. I want to play in my garden and stay away from the hole.
“it’s alright Isaac no one is going to hurt you here. You’re safe in the garden.” She said.
I pulled my tear stained face away from her. I couldn't help but wonder. Who is this stranger? She cleaned my face up with a tissue that seemed to come out of thin air. Then sat up on the grass crossing her legs like a preschooler. I sat up in a similar position, but I was positioned more like how a mermaid would sit.
The girl looked to be around 12 maybe 13. She also kind of looked like a cross between Julia and me. Her dress made her look like one of those goth girls from school, but without all the makeup or drama.
Weirdly enough, I didn’t feel like I was talking to a stranger, or a girl from school. It was like I was with a sibling only without the baggage. Somehow this actually made me happy. To have someone I was comfortable around and who didn’t hate me.
A white bunny rabbit hopped over and wrinkled its nose at us as if asking us if all the violence from a moment ago was over. I felt kind of bad for the little guy. I must have given it a scare with the continental tantrum I threw earlier.
That girl reached over picking up the rabbit and plopping it down on her lap. She then gave it a few scratches. It looked like it was happy, so that was good.
I was a little jealous she was the one that got to pet it. They always run away from me. It was probably a form of protest since I refused to plant any carrots despite all the complaints I got from the furry council, but that was a story for another day.
The girls voice cut through my scrambled thoughts, “I think we need to have a talk.” I hated lazy segways like that. Her demeanor changed. from cheerful to serious in an instant.
I wanted to keep everything playful, so I wouldn’t have to think about what was going on in the outside world, but it looked like that wasn’t going to happen.
Still, I decided to play dumb. “Talk about what?” I innocently asked. If there was anything to talk about I’d say it was how she got here. Why’s it always have to be me? Let her think about her trauma for once.
“We need to negotiate a bit. First of all you should think of us like a divorced couple and now we need to figure out who gets custody of our body in the real world.” I nodded along even though I wasn’t exactly sure what she was talking about.
I tried to clarify what she meant, “You mean like my bod-“ She interrupted me “our body!”
This sounded bad. It sounded like she wanted my… our body for herself. Did this mean I needed a lawyer? I don’t think I have enough money even if I broke open my piggy bank. I’ll just have to represent myself. I’ve watched enough law and order to know what to do, but… do I really want that?
If this meant I’d get to stay away from real life for a bit and get to live here in my garden, then I was all for it. I didn’t want to deal with mom anymore.
Not just her. The world was scary too. I don’t fit in anywhere, and it always feels like everyone is moving forward so fast, while I can barely figure out how to say “hello”
She interrupted my thoughts. “Hear me out. Your mind already has trauma, so I vote that you come out only when mom is punishing us.” She nodded agreeing with her own horrific idea, as if it was the best course of action to take. The bunny rabbit hopped away not wanting to be apart of the conversation.
I let out a long breath and responded to her crazy proposal with, “screw that! I refuse! If you want our body then take it! I’m done using it. I want to stay here and play in my garden.” There was no way I was going back out there.
She nodded as if accepting it, but really she was just trying to placate me. That was the same fake smile I got from my brother, sister and mom. Usually reserved for when they wanted to trick me into doing something.
“I hear you, but here is the thing.” She created a ball of light in the palm of her hand. “When the well broke we were consumed by all the bad stuff.” Black shadows spread across the balls surface covering the light.
“In that moment our mind couldn’t handle it, so It cut out the bad parts like an infected arm and turned us into two.” The shadows were pushed to one side, now only taking up a fourth of the ball. It was then removed. There was now one small black ball and one large white ball. the original light had noticeably shrunk in size.
“You’re the small ball.” They vanished a moment later as the girl continued her in depth recap. “The whole point of splitting our mind was to get rid of those awful memories. Tainting my head with that stuff will just leave us with two broken personalities.”
I don't know why, but I felt a spark of anger inside me. “What are you talking about! I’m Isaac! This is my body! You can’t just decide you want to force me into all the bad situations!”
She waved her arms around as if trying to calm a bear. “Whoa there! Don’t freak out on me. Look, this isn’t really your body anymore. I was being nice before when I said it was ours.”
“What do ypu mean by that!” I panicked.
“Think back, right before the split you desperately wanted to be someone else. To be like our sister. I’m pretty sure I was created to counter mom. Let’s face it. If you go out there mom will walk all over you, but if I go out there then maybe I can keep her from hurting us.” I wasn’t sure but she seemed way more reliable than me.
I didn't get the chance to think about it as she Interrupted my thoughts again. “your not just our bad memories and trauma. You are the weakest part of us.”
I wanted to get mad but I did feel like a loser most of the time. Was she actually different? She seemed way more confident and reliable. Her words flowed nicely too.
The fact of the matter was. I wasn’t built to live in the real world. Often times it was very overwhelming. I’d usually end up wishing the world would slow down.
In a way this body reflected my mental age. I didn’t have the social skills to portray a teenager, but this girl did. She might even be able to make lots of friends.
Even though I hated it I thought back to the moment my head broke. I remember wishing to be like my sister, but to have it happen was a whole other story. “Wait, so am I the original Isaac, or am I a knock off?” I asked.
She rolled her eyes. “You and I are both the original Isaac. However you are the part of us that has all our weaknesses and trauma. I was created because you could not function in the real world. I was designed in a way to be able to succeed in life.”
I think I understood her. That’s when I felt something crawling on my arm. I turned my head only to see a centipede. I jumped and screamed shaking my arm. The centipede went flying, but the girl reached out and caught it.
“Hey there.” She petted the bug like it was a puppy. “It’s okay little guy. I got you.” She cooed.
“Eww, kill it! That things gross!” I cried and took multiple butt scoots back.
She snorted at my reaction. “Your not afraid of a little centipede are you?” she mocked. “It’s so cute!” She let it crawl around her arm.
“That’s not cute at all! its creepy! What is that thing doing in my garden anyway?! get it out!” There was no way I would let it stay here.
“Poppycock! This little guy is adorable I think I’ll name it….. Jeremy.” She petted it's head with her index finger and made even more cooing noises.
“Jeremy? More like Squirmy.” I was trying to insult the thing, but to my surprise the girl took a liking to the name.
“Squirmy! That’s perfect. It’s so cute. Do you like your new name Squirmy?” I could hear the centipede make a hissing sound. It sounded like a yes.
That raised a question, “What’s your name anyway?” I asked.
Her mouth fell open like she was about to say something, but went silent for a moment. “I don’t actually have a name…… oh, hey! Your good with names. Could you give me one?”
A name for her? I shrugged in acceptance. She looks like Julia so maybe Juliatwo or julitwo. That seemed dumb. She’s kind of gothy. Maybe something like dark diva, or spooky spice…… nah. Let’s incorporate the julia thing. How about gloomia, or spookya.
No she’ll probably get mad at those. What else do I know about her. She likes centipedes…
“How about…Centa. You know cause you like centipedes.” It sounded way dumber when I said it aloud and I regretted it immediately.
“Actually… I think I like Centa. It sounds nice even if it is short for centipede. I like all animals in general, but I like this little guy the most, because he is small and weak and should be protected. Just like me.” She smiled brightly.
That’s strange. I was smaller than her shouldn’t I be protected? That was silly I should be more concerned about my role here.
“Now that names are settled. What should we do about custody? Do I really need to take all the hits?” I didn’t want to, but it wouldn’t be forever, just until we left home.
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Besides Centa was more confidant than me. Maybe she could keep mom from hurting us like that. I can finally live in a world where I have a garden.
“It’s the only way we can survive. This means that if mom ever puts us back in that basement you’ll be the one in control. This way we can exist without actually going insane. Are we clear on the details?” She reached out with her hand to shake mine.
As much as I didn't want to suffer this was really the only way to survive. The best part was that I wouldn't have to deal with life anymore. Centa would handle everything.
Before shaking her hand I had to ask. “Is being a girl gonna get in the way of stuff?”
“I'm only a girl because you wanted to be like our sister. It probably won't change anything. This is only a representation of my personality.” She extended her hand out again.
“Okay then.” Our hands clasped together and Centa was pulled away in a pillar of light. I was left behind in that meadow. At first I thought maybe this was for the best. Then the feeling of being forgotten started to grow within me.
Was I really supposed to just fade away from that other world. Just because I couldn’t handle being alive. That was the reason Centa was created right? To take my place. What if I never get to see my family again? I might as well just not exist.
I so badly wanted to take my place as prime, but the memories of my mother trying to discipline me left me paralyzed. It was way too unfair. There was no way I could handle something like that. I felt my knees give and I fell onto the soft grass.
“I don’t want to exist anymore.” I cried as I curled up into a ball. I was so useless. I couldn’t do anything right. I killed my dad and turned my mom crazy. My sister and brother both hate me and I have absolutely nothing to go back to. I failed.
For the first few days I sulked under the tree not wanting to do anything. Funny thing about fear and anxiety, it keeps you from getting bored.
As time went on a bunch of little animals started gathering around me. From birds, to squirrels, to bunnies and even a bear. I was visited by dear and wolves.
Some of them were from the furry council worried about my well being, but I assured them that everything was fine and that I was no longer in charge of this world. I only lived here.
That’s when the furry council issued an eviction notice telling me I had to leave the garden within thirty days. I threw it back in their fuzzy faces.
That turned into a whole story arc, but I’ll save you the details and just say that the furry council is no more. Also all laws were abolished and the garden is now an anarchy server.
That wasn’t an issue since for whatever reason animals were easy to defeat. They were really more like ghosts with very little mass. They’re like realistic animal shaped balloons that can walk and stuff.
I needed to go for a walk to clear my mind after that crazy adventure, so I made my way through the garden taking in all its beautiful plants. Before I could enjoy the vibrant colors and sweet smells I found myself somewhere else.
No longer was I in my inner garden. I was in the cold dusty basement of my old house. Upon realization I started to cry uncontrollably. My breath becoming quick and sporadic. Why was it so cold?
“Shut up! I told you to be quiet!” Yelled mom as she whipped me once more. I couldn’t stop myself from crying out in pain. This only made her even more angry. After that I did my best not to scream and managed it fairly well only releasing a whimper here and there.
She hit me a lot and she didn’t stop until she was tired. Once she did she left the room locking me down there. It was dark again. My body was in so much pain. I couldn’t do this. I know I said I would, but this was impossible.
I couldn’t do it. I don’t want it. I don’t care if it makes sense for me to take the torture for Centa. It hurts so much. I just want it to stop. I spent what I assumed was the weekend down there and when it was over I went back to the garden.
This went on for a while. I don’t know how many times mom hurt me, but it was the only experience I was allowed to have in the real world. Despite my begging and crying, Centa didn’t care. She kept forcing me to take all the hits while she lived a happy life in the outside world. I hardly ever saw her anymore.
She knew what I was going through yet she still used me like a shield. I was bad so I probably deserved it, but I couldn’t do it anymore. Centa wasn’t my friend. She was using me.
She even made me drink the well. She said the hole had been bothering her and was making it hard for her to live her life, so she wanted me to take all the pain inside myself.
When I told her I didn’t want to she got mad at me and tied me to a big rock. She then threw me into the well. Brother once said that in order to keep yourself from drowning you need to drink the whole pool. I think I would have preferred drowning.
The hole was full of not just horrible memories, but raw emotions and nightmares. Things I hadn’t thought about in years. I wish I could forget, but that black water was inside me now.
It clung to my tummy like an angry cat stuck in a tree. It moves around and claws at my insides. It keeps trying to scare me and break me down. I want to disappear.
It had been almost two weeks now since the last time I was brought into the real world. I had no idea how much time I had before I was forced back into that basement.
Mom no longer stopped at simple belt lashes. Once I learned to be quiet she started taking me out back into the yard and forcing me to play in the cold mud like I was some kind of pig. It got so bad that even when I was in the garden I couldn’t live peacefully.
I Was always on edge and felt like I was being watched. Because of that I started hiding in the well. It was the most secure location and I felt safe inside.
I also removed my clothes since those were only for good children and I wasn’t good. I was a bad person. I killed my dad and turned my mom into a psycho. I hurt my brother and caused my sister to run away from home.
If only I could meet moms expectations. If only I wasn’t a bad kid. Nowadays I spent all my time crying and praying to god for help. It doesn’t work. No matter how much I wish to stop existing, it doesn’t happen. I thought about killing myself, but that was bad too. I couldn’t go to heaven if I did that.
The only other option was if mom killed me, but that would also be bad because then mom wouldn’t go to heaven either. The only way was for me to die naturally. Maybe Centa will be walking home from school and get hit by a car.
I wish dad was here. He could probably save me. Dad was a hero. He was my hero, but no matter how much I called for help he never came. Was he mad at me? I was a bad guy and heros don’t save bad guys, so I need to be good so I can be saved. Be good. Be good.
How? I’m a bad guy so I don’t know what’s bad about what I’m doing. That’s just how I am. That’s why mom can’t fix me. That’s why I’m always hurting. I hate myself. Why can’t I be good! Stupid, stupid Isaac!
I was back in the real world Again. This time there was snow in the yard. I was already naked. My body was covered in scars. The sight made me sick. It was so cold. The air felt like it was cutting into my skin. I heard the sound of water pouring onto the ground.
Turning around my body shivered. Mom was holding the hose and had been pouring water into the snow. I already knew what was going to happen, but I didn’t want to believe it. Like a child throwing a tantrum I couldn’t help but yell “No! No! No! Nooooo!”
This only seemed to anger her. “Isaac, I told you to be quiet! Come here for your punishment! NOW!” She pointed in front of her. She didn’t want to have to walk through the wet snow.
I cried not wanting anything to do with this. “please mom! I’m so sorry! Please don’t hurt me! I love you! You don’t have to do this! I’ll be good I swear!” I cried.
Mom looked away from me holding her mouth with her free hand. She started to cry but stopped herself. Without looking at me she said “I can’t stop now. I’ve already done so much. There’s no going back not until it’s over. You'll thank me when it’s done.”
“m-mom…” I cried.
“now…. Isaac.” She pointed again as tears rolled down her face.
I didn’t want to move, but it was as if I wasn’t in control of my body. First my left and then my right. Was this Centa, but why?
Once I was right next to her she used the hoes to hit me. The metal end bit down on my back as she swung the hoes at me. I nearly fell to my knees in pain.
I knew she hated it when I spoke, so I tried to remain silent, but I couldn't stop myself from gasping when the cold water touched my body. This was hell. She hit me again and again. All I could do was grunt in pain. Eventually she told me to lay down in the wet snow.
This only made me cry more and I slowly Immersed my body in that ice cold frost. I had never been this cold in my entire life. She made it even worse when she poured water over me. I hated it when she poured it over my face. I nearly drowned when my body involuntarily gasped sucking water into my lungs.
She did that for a long time. I don't know how long, but I was sure that I had hypothermia by the end of it. My body was in so much pain and I was sure that my fingers weren’t supposed to be blue.
There were a lot of body parts that had gone numb. I was shivering and was having trouble remembering where I was. I felt myself nearly fall asleep before mom finally pulled me out.
She lead me back inside and into the basement. Then handed me a blanket. I did my best to stay away from the AC that was running. Somehow the basement wasn’t as cold as the outside and I actually felt slightly warmer.
I nearly died that night and if it wasn’t for mom I probably would have. Mom checked up on me and saw that I was still shaking. She cried for a little.
Then pulled out her cross and started praying again, “Divine source of love and light, we come before you in this sacred night, with humble hearts and open minds, seeking your healing touch that binds.”
Her cross started to glow gold and wash over me. “Restore our bodies, mend each part, with your loving energy, heal every hurt, renew our strength, both body and soul, grant us the wellness that makes us whole.”
The light was so warm, but it wasn’t comforting in any way. This wasn’t divine at all. It felt wrong somehow. Somehow I got the sense of arrogance from the power, like it was weaved into it.
“We thank you for the gift of healing, for your divine compassion revealing, may your grace flow, like a river’s stream, washing away ailments, like a distant dream. Amen.” She finished.
The light faded away and I no longer felt cold. My body was magically healed. Did this mean that the escape of death was no longer an option? There was no way out of this.
I drifted off as my body was finally able to relax. This wasn’t fair.
I awoke in the hole. There was no pain. It was quiet and calm. So much different from the pain I felt before. The hole was the only place I felt safe. The tiredness of my body was gone. In this world things like that didn’t exist.
Sleep was possible, but why do that? If I went to sleep that would only speed up my time and I’d have to go back to the outside world where my dad is dead and everyone hates me. Back to pain and misery. No, I wanted to enjoy the week of peace before every weekend.
Sometimes mom wouldn’t even wait a week. She would use a cable and hit me while I took a cold shower, or she would make me stick my hand in an ants nest and make me hold it there for a whole minute.
She was always coming up with new ways to teach me, but I never learned any lessons. If I could just figure out what she wanted me to learn. what she wanted me to change, then maybe she’ll leave me alone. The urge to scream built itself up in my head.
“No… I have to stay quiet…” I couldn’t hold it in so instead I dunked my head into a puddle of black water and let out the loudest scream I could muster. My throat cried in pain as bubbles rose up and out of the dark liquid.
“Isaac? Are you okay? What are you doing down there?” Centa looked down on me from above.
I gazed up at her, afraid I was about to be sent back to the real world. “Don’t send me back! Please just leave me alone!” I cried.
“Calm down. Why don’t you come up here and we can talk about it. Come on I’ll even pull you up.” She held onto the rope used to lower and raise the bucket. It was purely ascetic, but could be used as a way to get in and out of the hole.
Normally I’d step into the bucket then pull myself up with the rope, but she did it for me. Not wanting to fall back down I held on for dear life. Eventually after a lot of grunting, Centa managed to get me all the way to the top.
I climbed out as she asked, “Did you fall in or something? How long were you down there?” I quickly conjured up some pants as she continued without an answer. “Last time I came I couldn’t find you. Were you in there the whole time?”
I nodded. She didn’t seem to like that. “talk to me. Why are you so quiet?”
She had to know. It was her fault after all. “I don’t want to do this anymore.” I cried.
She looked at me confused. “What do you mean? Everything is going so smoothly.”
Maybe for her. “I cant do it anymore. Mom hurts me a lot. We almost died the last time.” Unlike me Centa looked great. Like she’d been sleeping well.
“No! You cant take it back! Besides, I already have primary control.” She crossed her arms and turned the other way.
She didn’t have any of the trauma I had. She was basically a happy child with no baggage at all. A better version of me. She was a better Isaac.
Actually she was more like Julia. Selfish and not afraid to abandon her family. I said I wanted to be strong like my sister. This wasn't what I meant. She didn't care about me. Only what I could do for her.
It didn't matter that she was better at everything. Mom didn’t see it that way. Centa was the one out there. So…. That means even if I learn my lesson she won’t and mom will still keep hurting me. She wasn’t going to stop! I was going to suffer for a long time. I can’t do this, I can’t! I wont…
Making my way over to Centa I took hold of her shoulders. Somehow my grip on her felt solid. Like I was holding a ragdoll. “What’s wrong Isaac?” She smiled her happy free smile and I did too only mine was just an imitation.
My eye twitched as I felt like I was about to make a huge mistake, but I didn’t care. With a quick motion I pushed Centa towards the well. She hit the rim with her hip tilting over the hole. A loud splash sounded a moment later followed by her cursing.
“Fucking idiot! What’s wrong with you!? Isaac get me out of here, NOW!” She sounded like she was angry crying.
For a moment I was afraid to show my face. My body was paralyzed and I didn’t know what to do. I could play it off as a joke and apologize, but then I’d have to keep living this nightmare.
“Fuck you! I’ll get out by myself!” she yelled sending a pang of fear through me.
I watched the rope move as she tried to get the bucket to come down. Somehow the rope had been knocked into the well with her.
I couldn’t let that happen. I can’t let her take away my life like that! I don’t want to disappear! I don’t want to feel pain either! I don’t need her!
Everyone I’ve ever met has been a selfish asshole. My brother, my sister, my teachers, even dad was like that sometimes. To be fair only ever to other people. Why couldn’t I be selfish for once!? Why can't I ever get what I want!?
I rushed over and yanked the rope away from her. She fell forward into the dark water, as I pulled the rope up. Once it was out I grabbed the lid and worked it over the well.
“Wait! Isaac what are you doing!? Stop it I’m still down here! I don’t like the dark!” She cried just as the lid was closed.
My hands were shaking, but I couldn’t stop there. I started to run around gathering the biggest rocks I could find and started stacking them over the well.
Despite the sound of Centa crying. I couldn’t stop. There was no way I could stop. I had to keep going. If I let her out she’ll only make it even worse for me.
I continued until I could no longer hear her. It must have taken days, but by the end there was now a small rocky hill over the area where the well had been. I sat at the bottom of it hugging my knees. I couldn’t believe what I had done. I left her there trapped in darkness.
I was a monster. Could I really function in the real world anymore. After all the crap I’d seen. After everything I’d been through. No matter how much I wished to forget.
The memories of my mother still played over and over in my head. Even though all that rock was on top of her. I could still hear her crying for help.
This wasn’t fair! None of this is fair! This stupid garden isn’t even a safe place anymore! It’s full of bad memories. Full of ghosts. I hate it, I hate it!
I started to slam my fists into the ground. As I did the world seemed to tremble. The garden around me slowly sank into the ground as I slammed my fists angrily into the dirt. I was so angry. Why couldn’t I just be normal?!
I hate being a monster. What I did to her was so wrong. It went against my very soul. I was disgusting. These stupid memories I hate them! I hate them!
“Get out! Get out of my head!” I cried as I slammed my hands into my temples putting pressure on my skull. I squeezed so hard that it felt like my head would explode. At some point I started to slam my forehead against a rock and surly enough I started to bleed.
Black ooze leaked from my head and into the ground. Slowly, the pain and torture started to leave my mind. The memories of my mother slowly faded only leaving small remnants of it ever happening. Even the horrible thing I did to Centa started to leak, and before I knew it I forgot where I even was.
I felt something start to enter my body. Power. There were white particles leading out of the ground and moving into my body. I slowly started to feel stronger. More solid, like I’d been nothing more than a ghost before.
“This place… it looks ugly.” A giant blue flower grew under me and I laid on it like a bed. Its petals started to close around me before a light surrounded me taking me back into the real world.
-Isaac-
I had no idea any of this had happened. What I did to that girl was worse than death. No wonder she hated me. It looked like I was no longer following my perspective and had become some sort of ghost like observer.
My body was translucent and I had been left behind as the past version of me headed back out into the old world. My body started to sink and I found myself going deep underground.
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