What if I told your life wasn't real? That it was merely a false reality? Nothing more than a dream made up in your own head? Well you would laugh, you would not believe me. You would not think for a second that everything you know and everything you love is does not exist. But then you would start to see the glitches. You would start doubting your world and everything around you. Then you would look for an answer. You would look for me...
Music and laughter poured through her ears as she danced around. The air was light and fluffy, almost dream like, as she spun around with her head flung back and arms stretched out like she was going to spin into the air at any moment. The warm colours of the room were blending and swirling to make odd shapes before her eyes. It was a perfect moment.
But perfect moments never last. She stopped spinning when she felt a young boy tapping her on the shoulder. The boy was dressed unlike any other child in Haven. All of his clothes were black. His trousers were way too short for him revealing his dirty bare feet, but his top however was way too large and draped over his hands. His hair was darker than coal, contrasting to the pale white of his skin. The most intriguing feature of the boy though (As if he wasn't strange enough) was his black eyes.
"I was asked to give you this." said the boy, snapping her back to reality. He passed her a small envelope with her name written on it. "Oh, and, happy 16th birthday viola." said the boy shyly, and ran off before she could even say thank you. Viola
sat down and examined the envelope. It was as black as night, and was smooth and delicate to touch. There was white silk threaded through either end of the card. In the middle, there was beautiful white writing spelling her name. She carefully opened the note so as not to rip it. Inside was a simple saying: Meet me outside.
Viola quickly hid the note so that nobody would see. As she pushed through the crowds to get to the door, she thought about the note. It must be Todd. She thought to herself. But why? Maybe for some peace and quiet? No it was planned, not something he did in a couple of seconds. Maybe he wantsmenow that I'm sixteen? No, he's not that type of person. Which must mean he wants to propose?She knew not get her hopes up but she was certain that she was right. She pushed open the door and went into the cold black night. Viola wrapped her arm around herself to keep herself warm, and looked around. No one was there. "Todd?" She questioned. She waited for the reply. "Todd" she cried into the night, still no one. "TOD-"
"Todd isn't here, but don't worry, I am here." Said a sinister voice from the shadows. She quickly turned for the door and reached for the handle. "Don't go. Maybe I should explain myself." Said the voice stepping out of the shadows. The voice had a tall broad figure and was wearing a long black coat, with a blood red scarf. A large top hat obscured his face. "I was the one who sent you the note, for I wished to speak with you face to face." Continued the voice. "I simply wanted to give you a birthday gift: The truth." The voice paused waiting for her to react. She remained emotionless. "Three years ago you were shot, and was left for an hour until you were taken to a healer, am I right?"
"I wasn't left, Todd ran whilst carrying me all the way down the hill but when he got to Haven, it was empty, not a living soul was there." Viola retorted
"Details, details." He said in an unimpressed tone "You were not taken to a healer for a very long time, am I right?"
"Yes"
"Good, now we've got that sorted let's get down to the matter at hand." He took a deep breath in. "Doesn't that seem impossible to you?"
"I'm sorry, what?"
"Does that not seem impossible that you were shot, in a vital organ, and taken to a healer a whole hour later, and yet you still survived?"
"What are you trying to say?"
"What I'm trying to point out to you is that in real life that couldn't possibly happen, so for it to have happened it must not been real life."
"Are you trying to say that my Todd lied?" accused Viola. The voice sighed.
"What I'm trying to say is that this;" he gestured to everything around them. "Is not real." Viola burst out laughing. She couldn't believe what she just heard, but the voice remained still.
"I'm very sorry sir but I have to get going." She said once the hysterics had ended. "Good night." She turned, and walked towards the door.
"How do you think you survived that plane crash, but you parents didn't?" The voice called after her although still emotionless. Viola reached for the handle. "Or the fact you blew up a bridge with one fire devise? It is not real!" Viola slammed the door shut.