"What?!" I shouted at the man. I had never been more confused in my life.
"Let me explain this all to you," he said very calmly, "a long time ago, my son wanted to have luck in his life, because everything he did, he thought was wrong. He thought nothing in his life was going the way he wanted it to. Not one single thing. I was telling him his suffering would be for the best one day, but he didn't believe me. Over time, his displeasure with life became sadness, and then sadness turned into anger. One day, he got sick of everything being wrong for him. He found a cliff... and... he jumped off it. I came to stop him... but it was too late. He was dead."
I carefully listened to this man, and I felt compassion. Yes, it's kinda awful when you see your soulmate dying, but witnessing your own child throw himself to death... that's much more heartbreaking. And I mean, much more.
"But what does it have to do with the shiny thing in my pocket?" I wondered the next moment.
"Saddened by this," the man continued, "I started to collect all plants, creatures and things claimed to have magical effects all around the world, in an attempt to create this supernatural substance that would allow its user to have anything he wants. Unfortunately, I overlooked something. Instead of useful at all times, as I thought I made it, it can only be used once to get one what they want. And then it disappears."
He looked me deep in the eyes, as if he had wanted to scare me. If he did want that, well then, he made it. I almost pooped my pants knowing that the true owner of the thing my dad stole was standing right in front of me. And there was absolutely nothing I could do against him. I wondered, not if he did want to kill me, but already how he wanted to kill me.
But when he said: "So use it very well, because you truly never know when you'll need it the most," I felt like I lost half my weight. So in relief, I sighed and closed my eyes. When I opened them back - the man wasn't there.
I looked around the toilet, but then I thought: "Wait, why am I searching for that guy?" and ran away from the toilet as fast as possible. I found myself on the subway station again. Everything still seemed normal. People going in and out, stairs, doors... yeah.
But as I turned my head right, I saw a group of men dressed just the same as the maniac I was just talking to in the toilet. And, as if it itself wasn't shocking enough that they looked me in extreme anger as if to attack me any moment - they were also holding my beaten-up dad.
