Let's just say that the last 2 months were not too enjoyable, my boyfriend left me, taking my heart with him, I had broken my foot thus confining me to the madness inducing loneliness of the house for a few weeks and on top of all that i just wasn't feeling all that happy, either with my life, or myself, I was 20 years old and I have had a few relationships in the past and each one of them ended in heart break for me, I was a complete dork who enjoyed Video Games, Cartoons, Card Games and Writing and I had grown extremely agitated and angry with the world and as such had almost given up on the whole 'love' thing and grew very bitter towards the idea and the word itself.
That's not to say anything was wrong per-say, my parents loved me very much, I passed my Games Development Course with flying colors and I was part of a very nice online group of Fighting Game enthusiasts.
It was a Thursday, i had just come back from town and was bummed out, my boyfriend leaving me just kept replaying in my mind, 'It's not me, it's you,' the sad thing was...it was true, it was always me ruining one thing or another, relationships or otherwise, whether I was too into a relationship, too emotional, I lived far away from anyone or I was just plain stupid, no matter the problem it was always my fault.
It was at that point i noticed the red-handled scissors on my bed side table... never before had I EVER considered hurting myself on purpose, I often, quietly, criticized anyone who had done so before but right now i could see why they did it, an outlet for their own emotional pain, a physical representation of the turmoil their emotions were putting them through and how they wanted everything to end.
I looked at the scissors but ultimately decided it'd be a huge waste of time to hurt myself so much, so instead I went outside and for the first time in years, made a wish upon a star.
'Please take me away from this place, I've had enough and want a fresh start somewhere else, please,' I cursed myself for doing such an immature act but it was all I could think of, that night my parents were away at a wedding so i had the soul crushing blackness of the night as my companion.
I changed into my sleeping boxers and went to bed, alone and miserable and drunk after several shot of vodka and very little eaten that night.
I woke up in a cold sweat and sat up quickly, I suddenly saw I was fully clothed and in the middle of the road, 'What the FUCK?!' I thought to myself, how i got into such a position was a mystery to me, and I put it down to the vodka trying to escape my system, I stood up and sat on the kerb, trying to get my bearings... noticing all of a sudden that I didn't have a hangover, which was unusual for me... then I noticed the houses, they looked very (what's the word?) cartoon-ish and I also had no idea where I was.
Instead of panicking like a lemon, I collected myself and checked my pockets, thankfully I still had my iPhone and wallet, I also had my small black notebook full of notes to help with my writing and my iPod, thankfully, so I was content with what I had, now all I had to do was find out where I was and HOW to get home.
I walked to the first house I gazed upon, though there was something a little off putting about it, the lawn gnomes were bigger than usual and the 'I 3 Earth' flag seemed a little conspicuous, 'Not my choice of decoration but, what ever makes people happy i guess,' I rang the door bell and heard a high pitched screaming from behind the door along with several complaints about a 'robot', the door then opened when the noise stopped and my heart stopped beating and my mind collapsed in my skull, stood in front of me was a green skinned male, with an obvious wig and contacts in (they weren't placed well) and a dog that could stand on it's own back legs and was talking about tacos.
I did, what any rational person would do at this point, screamed like a girl and ran back to the road, 'No way, there is no PHYSICAL explanation on EARTH that could have been real,' I quickly span round in a circle trying to re-locate my house, ''This HAS to be a dream, it HAS TO BE!'' I shouted to the empty night sky, and I kneeled on the floor, gripping my head and sobbing.
The green male looked at me confused and came out into the night and stood next to me, ''What are you doing STOOPID HUMAN?'' despite me not knowing this person I looked at him with anger in my eyes, ''Don't call me stupid, ever,'' I didn't shout it but I said it loud enough for the man to hear it.
''And if i do not cease stating the obvious?'' that did it, I grabbed the man by his shirt, shock and fear in his eyes, and I was about to punch the ever-lasting hell out of his face when suddenly one of his contacts fell out and his wig landed on the floor beneath me.
His antenna stood up, glad of the fresh air and free from the constraint of the wig, his bright crimson eyes glistened in the blackness of the night and were partially illuminated by the street lights.
''I am sorry but can you do me a small favor?'' I asked this creature ''Sure?'' he responded, confused and scared ''Catch me,'' and with that my entire body hit it's 'off' switch and the last thing I remember seeing was that crimson eye, full of worry and confusion, and inky blackness enveloping me.