Prologue
This story is about worlds. Galaxies? Maybe. In our world, time travel is considered inconceivable - the endless choices would be overwhelming when thrown upon a close-minded human, however the word some seperates those fools from those who would, after encountering a disaster in their lives, escape into the realm of wonders - one where every fate is possible, however whimsical and unprobable, therefore, a certain girl has surpassed all difficulties and not only travelled through time - she'd also (somehow) surfed across different universes to reach one where she was completely ignorant. She'd landed in the world of Alagäesia.
Chapter 1
The tears flow and I allow them to; for once, everyone has left me alone to sorrow and unleash the pain that has shrouded my heart. Why? That's always the question.
Why does everyone hate me?
Why am I the one who always gets bullied?
Suddenly, I stop. In front of me, within my reach is the face that had, years ago, given me a reason to hold myself together. Those lovely pale sky-blue eyes; the tender look that was always on his face when he looked at me; the chestnut locks of free-flowing hair swept carelessly across his face. I reach forward, trying to hold onto this vision that both wrenched my heart apart and excited me, but of course, he's not really there. A lump forms in my throat, choking me as I think of that terrible moment when he'd left me alone and turned against me - there was no way someone like him would have any place in a life like mine, unless you count causing the mental stabs of pain and agony.
These past few years have been the hardest for me, ever since I'd left my parents (whom I hate for they do not accept me for who I am) and moved on to college. Normally, people move out of their depressed phase at th point, however, it isn't like that for me because I simply don't fit in anywhere. I don't really know why but people think that I inspire shame upon the social status of whoever I talk to or partner up with during assignments.
I recount the events of this morning, reliving the emotions that had pierced me, the words used against me. I remember the posters taped onto my locker - 'loser' 'emo fag'. The hateful looks cast upon me, the pity on the faces of the soft-hearted. My stomach contracts as I think of the humiliation as the professor tore my stories in half; I was meant to be writing a play script but everyone had misunderstood, thinking that I was stupid and instead had written my weird fictional stuff that would never come true.
Frustrated, I scream angrily; none of this was my fault! Standing up, I head outside, ignoring anyone that I pass by, stuffing my earphones in, listening to the music that nobody appreciates.
Outside the college grounds, I have one secret place where I can sit alone and delve deep into my thoughts, arranging them and "deleting" unwanted memories. It's pretty simple really - on the other side of a hill overlooking a farm that was rather smelly, where there was a little apple tree under which was a black bench with a war memorial.
Today, the stink of animal excretion isn't too bad - the farmer is probably selling his useless piece of land since there is no place for a farm in a city as large as this. That makes me remorseful for all those moments when I'd wished the farm wasn't there; I want to hold onto anything, anything, that's related to my rare moments of pleasure.
A few minutes later, I close my eyes, trying to block out the sound of car horns in the distance. I seem to be suspended; my body feels numb, as if I am floating above it and from my perspective, I do seem to be watching everything from above. I am aware of every creature around me and my senses of hearing and smell are somehow heightened so that what usually only sounds like a rustle, is a howl as wind tears through the bare branches of trees surrounded by dead golden leaves and what usually goes by unnoticed stings my nostrils as the smell of pollution reaches me. In a way, I feel disconnected from all other life, as if I have entered a void of nothingness from which I can closely inspect a world that looks enormous but is too small to have a home to which i would feel drawn to and to which I belong.
Jut then, a sense of panic grips me. Where am I? Why has the bench disappeared from under me?!
There is only darkness.
Aaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggghhhhhhhh!
I release all the oxygen that had been in my lungs to scream as I am tugged violently to - to what? I have no idea.