Two Weeks Ago
I yawned as I stretched, my eyes filling with tears as I glimpsed outside of my bedroom window. The moon was out without a single cloud in sight.
If I had to be honest, I was a bit scared to go back to bed. I had been having these weird dreams lately and I didn't like them.
Nothing horrifying happened.
It's not creepily strange.
It's just the life of a black, smoke-like being named "Calamitis".
But now that I think about it…
...perhaps it is creepy.
The being I've been dreaming about is surprisingly similar to a character that I wrote about in "Every Cold Winter"--a novel I had written in the past. His life and name resembles "Calamitis" down to a "T". A thing to note is that Calamitis was the son of the God of Calamity who ended up successfully destroying the world of Forgoe.
Yes, I'm an author who wrote a bad ending.
Why? Because there's rarely any book that ends with the Hero's demise. It's always the Villain. I got bored with that pattern and so I wrote my own story.
It turned out others had agreed with with my sentiments because after a week of its appearance on the shelves, it boomed in popularity.
Calamitis was a special character. He acted as the mentor towards the Protagonist and Antagonist in the form of a cat. While the two were fighting each other, Calamitis, the real Villain, steadily destroyed the world in the shadows. Even the readers were surprised when they realized the plot twist in the end.
I would be too if I wasn't the one who had written it.
Who would expect that the Mentor was actually the Villain? Usually the Mentors were more like side characters. They're there for one moment and then never mentioned again. Their only job is to teach the Protagonist so that he/she could succeed.
Either way, it's been several years since I've last seen a single page of that book. I had forgotten about it as time went on. After having those dreams that were vaguely familiar for the past week, I decided to refresh myself of its existence.
Just recently I've been having this ominous feeling. As if something bad was going to happen…
Oh, whatever.
I'm just being paranoid.
I should probably get some food, I'm starving.
Flicking off the light of my desk lamp, I grabbed my grey cardigan and rushed out of my apartment, walking my way to the nearest convenience store.
On my way there, I had to deal with the cold breeze that steadily got colder as time passed.
Come on man, you were bearable five minutes ago, why are you acting like a freezer now?
When I finally got to my destination, I pushed my way inside and rubbed my cold hands together as I walked through the aisles, gazing at the unhealthy snacks lined up.
Not even three minutes passed before the most stereotypical robber rushed in with a gun shouting: "Get down on the ground and don't move!"
Something seemed to possess me as I grabbed a liter of Coca Cola and somehow--I honestly don't know how--I chucked it, hitting the burglar.
This in turn gave me a mouthful of bullet.
Crap…
WAIT!
WHAT?!
WHY IN THE NAME OF ALL THAT IS HOLY DID I CHUCK A LITER OF COKE AT A DUDE WITH A GUN?!
What's wrong with me?!
To be honest, this is something Calamitis would do if he wanted to spite someone...
He's a pretty obnoxious guy, I admit.
The soft sound of water dripping echoed in my ears as I slowly opened my eyes. At first my vision was blurry, but after a series of slow blinking, my vision began to focus. I stared idly in the darkness.
Ugh, it hurts.
I shut my eyes again, tears slipping down my cheeks.
Shut up.
It feels as if I was hit by a car and then left there to die without any pain killers or adrenaline to save me.
Wait...
The pain is mostly focused on my chest and right arm. As for my face, where I got shot, all I feel is slight burns. Like I cut my cheek with paper. There isn't an unfathomably painful headache--in fact, my head is fine.
WHAT?!
I just ate a bullet... how?
In fact--I should be dead by now. Why am I still able to think? In fact, the fact that I'm able to feel and use my five senses is astounding. What happened when I was out? Did some Mad Scientist somehow bust into the convenience store and save my sorry ass?
Okay, that would be cool but I highly doubt that is the case.
And if--by some impossible reason like plot or something--that happened, then why would the Mad Scientist save me? And where the hell did he take me? Because I know for a fact I am anywhere but in a hospital room strapped to an IV.
Okay, let's stop talking about the Mad Scientist. He's not even relevant to my situation. I should probably try to stand up or something.
Gritting my teeth and hissing in pain, I pushed myself up with my only usable arm--the left arm--and slid myself to my knees. I glared through tear-filled eyes into the distance, trying my best to make out where I was in the dark.
...
I'm in a cave...
Like, you know, those caves you often see in video games in dungeons? Yeah, it looks like that. It's quite large to be honest... Like, wow. Where the hell is the entrance? Could this even be considered a cave? Maybe it's a hallway for some grand throne room or something.
I looked down to my chest to find the source of the pain. Maybe I was stabbed.
Gulp.
My body...
My body is...
It's... it's...
A column of black smoke...
AHHHHHHHHHH!!!
WHAT HAPPENED TO ME?!
WAIT!
I need to calm down!
Just by my injuries, I can tell I am no longer me.
Which, to be honest, is the scariest thing I have ever thought.
Second, just by this predicament, I can safely assume I am no longer on Earth because--no matter how much you argue--there is no cave as big as the one I am currently in that exists.
And whatever species I am.
In fact, what the hell am I?
Some kind of smoke monster that advertises the refusal of cigarettes?
Ha! Could you imagine?
Hey kids, if you smoke, you'll become just like me! Some weird thing!
But on a serious note, please don't smoke.
Okay, back to my injuries.
Sorry, I got sidetracked.
Oddly enough, appearance wise, I'm completely A-OK. Weird. I then checked my arm. At least my arm is a solid. I touched the horrifyingly twisted arm. It's some weird metal. I can tell by the touch.
Ewww.
What am I? For real? And why am I in this state?
And, another thing that I have completely ignored this whole time, why do I hear the sound of water dripping?
And why is it so loud?
I don't see any water dripping nearby, nor do I see a puddle suggesting the water is coming from just around the corner. And besides, the echo is too loud to suggest the water is dripping from the distance.
Unless...
Okay, I know I'm going to sound crazy, but what if--emphasis on the what if--what I'm hearing is not water? Or maybe it is and it's just really humongous. Either way, both suggestions sound crazy.
*Gasp*
WAIT!
I JUST HAD AN EPIPHANY!
WHAT IF I'M IN A COMA?!
That makes a lot of sense.
I am a genius.
This must all be a dream.
Yes, that's it.
It has to be.
It makes sense too, because when you're in a coma, you're unconscious. And when you're unconscious you dream. And what I'm experiencing must be a scarily real lucid dream.
Wait, do you dream if you're in a coma?
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