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It Start with Darkness

  • Feb 14, 2024
  • 5 min read

Updated: Jul 12

The memories dissipate.


Then it starts with darkness, or it ends with darkness? I can never really tell. But one thing I know, it is followed by the screeching of my alarm clock.


I turn off my red alarm clock and I get a vague feeling of déjà vu, but I don’t know why. Then I get ready for the day; brush my teeth, pack my lunch, etc. I look at the clock “Crap!” I’m going to miss the bus. I ran out the door, take a right then left and just barely made it.


The bus is the most convenient way to school. But it is six bucks to ride, which means my school MetroCard is useless; my parents already pay a ton so I can go to this school, and I can’t even get there for free.


Walking down the aisle, I examine the people. Two girls blabber on about how “Rick is not really part of the squad cause of — .” Blah blah blah, I don’t care. I know I’m only two years older than them — but God do they sicken me.


I pass a man wearing an extra-large blue t-shirt that is too tight on him. He sees me staring at the scar on the right side of his forehead. He moves his bag and offers me a seat. I look at him with disgust, then continue walking until I find an empty seat of my own. I sit across from an older woman. She wears a big fur coat and as many pearls as she could fit on her gaunt body.


I rest my head against the cold window and watch the building pass me by. I fell into a somber sleep, listening to the hum of the bus. Then it is quiet, lying on my back. I keep hearing a beep. There is clicking of the heels, a cold kiss on my forehead. I am awoken by a bump on the road. It’s my stop.


I get off and check my watch at 8:51. As I cross the street, I hear a honk, a bright light, then it all goes white. I am sitting in a room, and I remember. I remember it all. “Stop this please!” I cry. But before I can do anything. The memories dissipate.


****



Then, it starts with darkness, or it ends with darkness? I can never really tell. But one thing I know, it is followed by the screeching of my alarm clock.


I turn off my blue alarm clock and I get a vague feeling of déjà vu, but I don’t know why. Then I get ready for the day; brush my teeth, pack my lunch, etc. I look at the clock “Crap!” I missed the bus.


“Mom, can you drive me?” I ask sheepishly.


It is the fastest route to school, although my mother makes it feel like the apocalypse is here and if we aren’t on time, the world will melt.


“AAAAhhh…” She replies eyes glued to the computer.

“I can just take the subway.”

“No. Yes — yes I can drive you,” she says, stress bubbling up like a pot on the stove.

She quickly gets her coat, grabs her keys, puts her coffee in a tin and struggles to open the door. When I try to help, she shoos me away. She rummages through her purse in a state of disarray, “Sorry, I hope you are not running late,” she apologizes, starting the car.


“It’s fine,” I say, trying to quiet the stress bug screaming in my head. The clunky old car rumbles as it pulls out of the driveway.


I look out the window and see a blue car pull up next to us. There is a girl in the back seat, breathing on the window and drawing through the fog. She has a scar on the right side of her forehead. She looks at me with cold eyes that send shivers down my spine.


I shake it off, lean back, and drift into a somber sleep. I am lying down. There is beeping. I feel weak. A woman walks up to me. She speaks with a soft voice.


“A question from you, not three nor two.

A life of no end, trust in a friend.”


I awake to see that we are only a block away. Then I glance at the clock, 8:51. There is a scraping of tires, a scream, and it all goes white. I am sitting in a room, and I remember. I remember it all.


“No — no this is — not what I wanted!” I shout. But before I can do anything, the memories dissipate.


****


Then it starts with darkness, or it ends with darkness? I can never really tell. But one thing I know, it is followed by the screeching of my alarm clock.


I turn off my purple alarm clock and I get a vague feeling of déjà vu, but I don’t know why. Then I get ready for the day; brush my teeth, pack my lunch, etc. I look at the clock “Crap!” I am going to miss the bus. I run outside only to see the bus pass me by.


The subway is the longest route to school. It is cold and windy out. A woman sells bagels at the street corner, the smell of bacon fills the air. I get to the subway greeted by miserable faces, squished shoulder to shoulder. I watch my train leaving the station just as I arrive.


A girl in bright clothing and a Hello Kitty backpack wiggles through each person finding it necessary to apologize to everyone. I start debating whether I should stay and wait for the express or if it would be faster to take the local that is about to leave. After ten minutes, I realized I should have gone with option B.


The train finally arrives, each car stuffed like a chicken coop. People struggle to get off as others force their way in.


Holding on to the pole, I try to fight off sleep, shifting with the train as it jerks me around. From the corner of my eye, I see a little boy in blue Jordan's and a scar on the right side of his forehead. I know that kid. I hate that kid.


“You!” I shout, he glances at me and gets off the train. I follow him. “Who are you? Why do I know you?”


He smiles and speaks.

"Lo! The face you see will change as eternity's reframed now your wish has come to pass this will never be your last"


“This is not what I wanted,” I say.

“Crying for Forever's fame. New realities bring pain and the solace that you seek

marshals to an ending bleak”


“How do I stop it?”

“That I can not give And you have a destiny to live.” He looks at the clock. “Now this has been fun, But it is eight fifty-one.”


He grabs me and throws me onto the tracks. I feel the rumble of a train, the light burns my eyes. And it all goes white. I am sitting in a room, and I remember. I remember it all

“No — no not again!” I shout. But before I can do anything the memories dissipate.


Then it starts with darkness.


 
 
 

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