I'm not exactly sure how to put it.
At least, not without sounding like I should be in an insane asylum, or high on weed. Or both.
It's the kind of thing where you can predict any oncoming unfortunate event that's about to happen to you. For instance, there was this one time I was driving on the highway. The sky was pitch black, almost as if someone had splashed an inky liquid all over the sky. As I was approaching the exit ramp, I could distinctly see a rabbit hop as fast as it could across the road right in front of the vehicle. Now, being on a highway doesn't give me much leeway unfortunately, especially at the sudden movement of the gray haired fluffy mammal. I could not move in time to evade the rabbit and stop the untimely death of the miniature Bugs Bunny. Right before I was about to run him over (or her, you never know haha), it was then I pondered. In that brief time, I thought to myself how bloody the poor little creature would become. The thought of even attempting to dodge was out of the question, there was no time for that. Instead, I moved on, and tried to at least make amends with what reality would amount to.
Moving on is something I've become accustomed to. Like this one time I was entering the first grade. Immediately, as I sat down in my new desk, I had already lost the little lunch money I had to much bigger foes. Competition at an early age certainly was unkind to me. Moreover, as the years went by, bullies got much bigger, and my ability to ignore got increasingly better. It's something that happens to more people than you think, actually. Bullying, both emotional and notoriously physical. From my experience, it's the people who don't fight back and continue to respect who are the true heroes. Throughout the years I've held onto this notion, and truly respect the pacifists more closely aligned in the manner of Martin Luther King Jr. Ah man, I totally respect the guy, fighting with words and not actual physical violence.
Okay, yeah enough about that, you're probably wondering what I'm getting at with this. My point is, I really am used to understanding when things will turn bleak. When there is some oncoming negative event about to happen, I can just kind of.. sense it. A personal spider sense, if I may. At least, that's what my friends refer to it as. Whenever there's someone ready to wreck me, I essentially feel the aggression coming off of the predator. This sense is valuable, in some regard. I personally think it's better to just accept whatever will happen to you, rather than get hurt suddenly. Having knowledge of a terrible impending doom that awaits will benefit you if it's something that's already been understood. That way, it lessens the pain. I never truly had any drive in life anyhow, everything I attempted would always end up in failure. School, sports, name anything I dare you. I was usually the one guy who was ridiculed for even thinking of trying.. ANYTHING. The results were the same... I just kept on failing to the point where even my parents had doubts as to what I would ever amount to.
This is how I used to be. Weak, scrawny, and miserable every day. I never thought about how many people I knew, how many friends and family loved and cherished their connection to me. These things never occurred to me, until I was taken out of existence on Planet Earth.
It happened when I was going grocery shopping. I was holding the usual egg cartons and a milk gallon - 0% fat free milk for me - when I had suddenly tripped. To this day I had NO CLUE as to what I had tripped over. I just... fell down onto the ground. It came as a shock, because my balance wasn't horrible. I'm awful at sports, but I was never seen as remotely close to what would be described as fat. I didn't have a six pack or anything that extreme, but I was quite skinny and average sized for an eighteen-year-old. What I was more nervous about though, was the egg cartons and milk gallon splattered on the ground. Man, what would the people working there think of me, for destroying those grocery goods. I felt devastated at even thinking of getting up, the amount of embarrassment I would receive from the adults there. And what if anyone from school saw me? Oh man, that would be even worse. Just great, another thing for them to pile on me.
Anyways, what shocked me to an even greater effect was what occurred after I got up. My eyes could not adjust to the amount of bright lights beaming at me, and I felt a little nauseous as I covered the glare with my left hand.
"What the hell..." I thought to myself. "Why is it so bright... where..."
My eyes finally did adjust. What I saw, actually made my eyes widen. I could not believe what I was seeing.
The grocery store aisles were disappearing; all the freezers, and check out stations, and even the entrance was vanishing. I looked around to see everyone, but no one was panicking.
"What's going on?!" I shrieked out loud. "Someone what the -"
It was then that I could see an island was starting to form. The glare was growing stronger by the second, and my eyes were in assistance of both my hands this time. As everything disappeared into nothingness, I gawked at the new setting I was placed in. I couldn't believe where I was.
"This is... Destiny Islands..." I gasped. "Man did Tito sneak in some drugs last night when I wasn't looking? I know for a fact when I was out at his party I made sure not to drink or do anything wrong, so why..."
I started to realize that a soft sandy beach was underneath my shoes. The ocean smoothly washed onto the beach, not too close to me but close enough to get my attention.
"I don't even do that crap, drugs get you messed up. What the hell is this," I muttered to myself as I looked upon the sun rise.
It was then that I realized how beautiful the sky looked. Sure, I've come to know a plethora of artistic beauties by the likes of Salvador Dali, Picasso, Charles M. Shulz, Robert Williams, etc. but this was... art. This view, the scenery, all of it was more beautiful than anything I had ever seen in my life, and for a moment I embraced the cool breeze, and the sandy beach's soft texture as I sat down and felt it with my own hands. The experience was surreal, almost like this was real; the sky, air, and beautiful cerulean ocean. It was almost as if my life would have been complete, if I had just laid down and relaxed on this nice and quiet gorgeous beach.
"Hey, this doesn't seem so bad," I pondered aloud. "No more people to worry about, or any kind of academic obstacles to come across. I think I can finally just... relax. Wherever this is..."
But all good things must come to an end, as the saying goes. I could've never imagined how genuine and powerful that phrase could be, not until I saw him.
When I saw him, the masked boy, appearing out of thin air and blocking my view from the sunrise, my life started to transition into what could be referred to as a tragedy. Once I caught a glimpse of the masked boy, with a black blue eyed key blade looking weapon, my life at that point had amounted to complete
and
utter
chaos.
Hey there thanks for reading! More chapters will soon follow, I hope you all enjoy the content! This story came from an idea I had, kinda connecting my life into the mix with this idea of traversing through different worlds - similar to Kingdom Hearts - but with anime themed worlds instead of Disney themed worlds. Hope you all enjoy, and thanks once again for reading my story!