Disclaimer: I do not own any character or setting from League of Angels. This belongs to GTArcade.
Well, here I am procrastinating again trying to figure out what to do and what's the next step to take towards my future. Wandering back and forth to work and home, each day seemed the same and daily activities became repeated involuntary motions through time. I'd wake up to an annoying alarm coming from my android phone. I'd snooze it, it'd sound again three minutes later, I'd snooze it again... Three minutes later... Snooze... Snooze... Haha! Well, pretty much I wouldn't get up out of my bed until about an hour later. I always tried to set my alarm ahead of the time I wanted to get up. However, in anticipation of how much time I had left to get ready and head to work I usually wouldn't get up until I HAD to. Basically, I failed every morning to get up on time. Go figure.
This morning was a bit different though. For some reason I couldn't get my mind straight at all. I woke up much earlier than needed and didn't have to go to work 'til a couple hours later. I could only groan as I tried to force myself back to sleep. As I moved, something wet caught my attention. It was my t-shirt. I ignored this as sometimes I would get up and notice that I'd been sweating a little bit while sleeping. It gets colder at night and so the heater kicks in more which causes it to get stuffy throughout the dark hours. I was still a moment away from going back to sleep until I realized my shirt wasn't just wet, it was soaked. I jumped up and positioned myself in a sitting position to make sure I had not spilled any water on me. I had sat water right next to me as I fell asleep last night watching Youtube videos. As I moved my legs to position myself to sit, I felt how wet my legs were as well, especially around my thighs. Yeah, I must have spilled the water on top of me as I moved in my sleep. This wouldn't be the first time. I spilled water (thank goodness that's what I mostly drink and not something sticky) on me before and had a rude awakening when I got up that morning. It goes without saying that I had to change clothes and dry the ones I had taken off. I normally don't sleep in anything but a t-shirt and some pajama pants anyway. I've been told by few that this is too much and can become uncomfortable and that I should consider wearing less. Sometimes I throw on some shorts if I feel it's going to be quite stuffy in the room but that's about it. It all depends on how much the air circulates throughout the room during the night. I have never tried sleeping naked, and I don't really feel comfortable trying it.
Hmm, I'm sure I didn't "wet" myself. I stopped doing that decades ago it seems like. I can't remember the last time I wet the bed. So, what was this then?
Having had enough of thinking to myself, I reached over and grapped the cup to see if it was still full. I must have fallen asleep without drinking any last night as the cup could have easily lost a couple ounces just by slightly tipping it. The good news was that I had not spilt any water on myself. Now that I think about it, that should have been obvious from the fact that the cup was still up on the dresser. Haha. But then why was I so drenched? I really wanted to go back to sleep so I would catch up on my snooze. There was enough time for me to grab a few more z's and at least a little more energy for work. I've only been asleep for about five hours and I try to maintain at least seven a day. That's usually enough for me for any day, boring or active. I knew if I hadn't gotten enough sleep, it would be difficult for me to stay up after eating lunch around noon. I get hit with the food curse right around that time. Haha. I guess I can try and go back to sleep right? I'll just change clothes when I get up later.
*sigh*
Nope, I was still awake. I checked my phone again and only eight minutes had passed since I woke up. I am really going to regret this later on. I'll just give it some time.
I try and try to go back to sleep, but I just can't calm my mind enough. My mind is racing and I can't really explain it. I am anxious, confused, and I even feel slightly immobile. I could move my head and arms... but I couldn't get up.
"What the heck is going on," I caught myself saying out loud. I struggled to move, but all that responded was my head. My dog noticed my distress and eased his way towards me. At least that's what I thought. I turned to get a better look. No, this wasn't my dog was it? A fluffy cloud-like dark figure? I squint my eyes to get an even better look. It was pitch black in my room so that didn't help much. I could only make out the outlined figure heading towards me on all fours... The figure sat by my bed. No, that was definitely my dog. By now my eyes had adjusted a bit and I could make out the spitz sitting right next to me, now jumping up on the side so that his legs lay across my lap to stretch his barely woke muscles. He was probably worried and a little agitated with me. He sat right next to my bed in anticipation making sure I was okay. I closed my eyes and shook my head to rattle these thoughts away. My dog, fine dark-brown fur with a long bushy tail and pointy ears. He resembled a fox in almost every way possible. I reached over to pet him on the head. He bowed his head to allow my hand easy access to the top of his neck. "Don't worry boy I'm just going crazy." He watched me for several more seconds and then walked off to go lie back down.
I then am able to concentrate on my original concern, my inability to get up. I simply hopped up out of the bed as I threw the covers and sheets off of me. "Hmm, that's weird. I could've sworn I was stuck." I went to the bathroom and looked at the mirror right above the sink. I immediately notice that my clothes are not wet at all. That's good for me, but what was I experiencing then? What made my body feel so wet before?
I have to start getting ready soon. I didn't have any reason to be awake right now besides to lose sleep. What happened though? I feel like something is up. My head is unclear and my thoughts are scattered. Hmmm, maybe I will figure it out later. Just thinking to myself more than likely won't solve anything. I'll just go back to my bed to pass out.
"Good morning everybody," I say as I drag myself through the work doors. "Good morning," they say back in unison. I worked at a local movie theater. My co-workers were regular boys and girls. Nothing in particular stood out honestly. I mean sure, there were different races which means the diversity was present, but we all pretty much were there for one reason, and that's to earn money. We would come in and play around at the concession stand, run through the auditoriums as we cleaned between rounds, or just play card games when we had free time. Anything to make the day go by faster I guess. Every once-in-awhile a couple of us would hang out after work or go into the theater and watch a movie.
Anyways I had something to do after work today so there was no reason for my mind to be overcast. I figured that if I ran a mile or two things would clear up. Maybe I was coming down with one of those seasonal colds I usually receive at around the time the weather starts drastically changing. One week it would be snowing around where I lived, and the next the clouds would be racing across the skies bringing storms and tornado warnings across cities and districts. Even though I never experienced anything like what happened this morning, it could just be a headache or a temporary immunity problem. One thing was for sure though, the way I was feeling was definitely different than normal.
I got home after work and quickly raced to the bathroom to take a leak. That's when I started having another episode. The walls became detailed with roses. Each one was about a foot long with a prickly stem and a bloody red color. They were etched on the walls as if they weren't actually attached. There were about ten all across the walls and the ceiling. I breathed in and noticed a faint scent that tickled my nose. I wrinkled my face in reaction and sneezed a couple times. After sneezing again, I realized that the smell had become stronger and started to take form. Well, it wasn't so much of a shape as much as I could actually see the smoke. I then noticed that the roses caught fire somehow and started to take shape. One by one they began to morph into tiny daggers. I noticed trembling and twitching within my hands. I stared at the daggers as I slowly reached for the door handle to make my escape, but regretted it. The burning daggers immediately turned their pointed edges toward me and accelerated. I didn't have enough time to act so I shrink against the door and closed my eyes. I turned my head to face away from the danger rushing towards me. I tensed my muscles expecting the worse pain imaginable across my whole body. The walls were angry and suddenly decided to thrust their daggers at me...
Nothing. I was afraid to open my eyes because I wondered if when I was ignorant enough to believe the danger had went away, I would have been very disappointed. I raised my right arm and felt in front of my face. I didn't feel anything. I stretched my arm out to touch anything tangible. I did indeed touch something, but it was only the shower curtain. I opened my eyes to notice the walls had returned to normal. The smell had gone away and so has the smoke the burning roses produced.
I couldn't take it anymore. My heart was pounding and I caught the jitters really bad. I tried to let out a deep breath to calm my nerves, but it didn't work. I don't even remember what I was supposed to be doing up till now, but something told me it didn't matter. Whatever was going to happen was going to happen and I could do nothing to stop it.
The day wasn't quite over yet so I still expected some more episodes to come. I had not been hurt by them yet, but I still needed to be cautious. No one was home, but Fox and me. Fox is my little dog. He's more of a medium dog actually. He weighs fourty-six pounds, but he's also chubby. His veterinarian said he needed to lose a few pounds to help his heart and to relieve some stress from his aching bones. He was close to his life expectancy even though he still could get around just fine.
I left him at the house as I went to go for a walk. There was a trail right behind my house where I'd frequently run. This time however, I just felt like walking. The trail served as a belt for one of the lamest lakes ever, Lake Poss. Poss was the name of some idiot who jumped in the water trying to commit suicide. He failed by discovering he could breathe underwater. Of course this was only a tale and was never proven. They supposedly named the lake after him because he one time swam out of the water to sunbathe and it was the first time anyone had ever seen anything like it. He's done this a few times since then. He'd come out and then he would simply walk back in. I never understood it and never cared for it. The trail was just a complete circle, but because the lake was so big the trail was about two-and-a-half miles long.
I continue walking until I get a funny feeling. I become drowsy and my eyes start to become heavy. "WHHOOONK! WHHOOONK! WHOOONK!" My eyes jolt open and I immediately look for the source of that alarming sound. "WHHHOOOONK!" It sounded like honking coming from above me. I look up and find nothing. The sounds stop as well. "That was a short episode," I say to no one but myself. I look up again and still see nothing, but I hear a faint noise coming from the bushes beside me. I could not identify what it sounded like as the noise was too faint. I study the bush intensely waiting to make a move in case something unfamiliar was to hop out towards me. I didn't have enough time to make a calculated movement once I saw arrows, like one normally would need a bow to project, shot right at me. I tried to move out of the way but tripped instead and fell flat on my face.
The arrows had missed but the pain somehow made a connection. I felt a sharp pain on my right side. I realize my eyes are closed so I open them to see something I wish I could explain or maybe just never see so I wouldn't have to explain, explain to myself that what I am witnessing is beyond unreal. This episode has taken a whole 'nother approach to illusions. I was in a world that was unrecognizable even in my most bizarre fantasies. I wasn't in a building but I couldn't see the sky. My surroundings were shrouded in thick maroon colored fog. The air was very dense and it was problematic to even simply breathe. My head became light and my body numb. The pain in my side doubled as if I had just been hit by another arrow. "Ahh!" I screamed. I closed my eyes as the pain had just crossed the barrier between bearable to agonizing. "Oops, sorry," a voice apologized. I didn't see who it was but the voice had to have come from a man. It sounded very deep and masculine. I felt a light wind blow by me.
I heard footsteps approach which were graced with another voice, this time a female, "Rose Knight ar-... are you okay? I heard... screaming." She sounded concerned and at her limit. She was breathing very heavy, almost heaving. This Rose Knight responded, "I'll be fine Princess I just tripped over this poor fellow." He must have been referring to me. "Why did you turn around, we can't let the King get a hold of you." "I have more than just myself to worry about... Now come on!" "Right. Right behind you." The sound of footsteps became fainter and fainter to my left. I quickly came to and opened my eyes to see who it was conversing but the air was so heavy I couldn't see more than ten feet in front of me.
Author's Notes: I may not have the entire story in first person, but it seems to fit for right now so I'll continue with it. This may change when more characters start being introduced. Thank you for reading and please feel free to leave a comment and give your thoughts as this is my first story and I'm eager to know what others think.
