Musings of A Lost One
By Sargent Snarky
Disclaimer: I own nothing involved in this story save for the idea, the laptop on which it was typed, the pillow & bed upon which I lay as it was typed, the iPod to which I listened while writing, and the water I drank while writing it.
Summary: More random thoughts. This time, of one of those who was data drained. One Shot!
Note: Like Thoughts of a Rose, this just randomly popped into my head during my internetless time. I know I said I would only post others based on the reaction I got, but what can I say? I got bored, so I wrote this!
So… sorry if this sucks, or makes no sense. It's just the drifting thoughts of someone put into a coma by Skeith. And, it takes place after Macha, but before Tarvos…. If that makes sense.
Please Read and Review! Please!
-thrusts jar of puppy dog eyes into your face-
Look at them and their cute-ness…
Puppy dog eyes in a jar are compelling you to review with their nauseating cute-ness
They say death is the end of life. They say death is the beginning of the next stage of existence. But, they don't say what this next stage is…
Heaven? Supposedly that's a place of paradise, but no one really knows.
Hell? A place of torture, but no one's ever confirmed that.
Nirvana? Perfect enlightenment… which still no one's been able to describe to me.
Reunion with the earth? Would you even feel that?
Or… something entirely different?
Is death merely a transition from one world to another? If so…
How do I know if I'm there? How do I know if I've died? How do I know if I'm wherever my soul if supposed to go? How do I know if I even am a soul?
Because, for what seems like forever I've been here… stuck in what feels like 'between.'
Between what, though? I haven't quite figured out… Life and death? My time on earth and wherever I'm supposed to wind up? Or… what?
The last thing I remember besides this place was playing a video game called, incidentally enough, The World. I was in a dungeon when I saw a white girl, who looked almost like a ghost, being chased by this freaky monster with a red wand. The creature pinned me to its wand and then did something to me that hurt an awful lot, but only for a few seconds. Then, I felt my mind, if not my soul, pulled away… and then for a time, I think I lost awareness. The next thing I knew, I was here…. Wherever here is.
Somehow, now that I think about it, I don't believe I'm dead, precisely. Because, if you're dead, you don't dream, right? And I dream… Not every day, but every now and again… I dream.
And it's always about the same person, though the situation changes every time. It's a boy with a queer bracelet, and he's always on a quest… Once, in my dreams, he fought and defeated that monster with the wand. And, sometimes he meets with that ghostly girl. He's also met with and defeated, with help from another girl and sometimes others, other strange monsters… many other strange monsters. Six, I think… or at least six that I have dreamed about. He may have fought many others, for all I know, but the most recent one he conquered started out as a purple cat. Then, she became a strange orange thing I can't really describe properly.
You know… I think he's looking for me. And for others like me, because I know there are others like me – I've felt them, even if I haven't met them – who are stuck in this 'between.' Or, at least he's looking for a way to release us from this 'between.' And, I think he might just find it…
I hope he does… and I wish him good luck and sweet dreams!