I was not expecting it to turn out this way, but it did. Who knew that one little word, one syllable long and having only two letters could cause such an astonishingly loud chain of evens even a psychic couldn’t have predicted?
“No. I don’t want to do that. It will make me feel bad, but—NO, stop trying to talk me into doing that!” I charged away, thinking that would be the end of that. Who knew that saying no would be a life changer? People say it all the time and yet, not for such silly reasons. The no I was saying was for something so ridiculously simple that in any other algorithmic way it wouldn’t have processed down to this. No was going through the door. That was it. Nothing hard, not something I haven’t done lots of times before–except that today, I didn’t wish to go through it-the door was, well, I could only describe it as seething. Yes, the door was seething and I was saying no to going through it. I wish now I had convinced others to say no -Instead they just looked at me weirdly and walked in. I was heading to the principal’s office when it happened. One moment I was going at a fast clip down the hall and the next I was flying. It took a moment to realize that I shouldn’t be-but before that moment, I reveled in the weightlessness that seized me and the astonishing profound thought that would I be a bird I would never come down, the joy in flying such that it took me a moment to realize that I shouldn’t. Be flying that is. Right before the blackness engulfed me, just as I looked into the startled dead eyes of the person lying on the floor to the side of me it occurred to me that, should I survive the next few moments, that a.) I just might take up flying lessons, and b.) that this was all wrong. All of it, the flying, the dead person, the vacuum of noise it—
It takes a moment for the beeping to make its way through the fog. I was thinking to myself that someone changed my alarm and I never wake up with the alarm. Alarm. Why was that word jangling like an obsessed demon trying to escape holy water? It wasn’t only the word that was jang—
Did you ever watch a movie that featured a lift off and they have this countdown clock and it makes this annoying high pitched beep, but at the same time it is comforting because it is a sound that you have equated with normal? That is what I woke up to the second time, though I didn’t know it was the second time then, I found that out after I woke up for the 4th and final time. The “for real time” as I like to call it. I don’t even remember the 3rd. Apparently that was a bad and rather significant time too.
But here I am breaking the rule that the 3rd time is a charm by waking the 4th. It was a sudden startle, to both my parents and I, for all of a sudden I was awake. I was there and there was that damn high pitched beeping going again and my parents were standing at solute looking like death warmed over as they expect, what I don’t know, maybe another crash? I guess I was dead on because a whole unite came through the door way in the next second looking ready to do medical battle. They were already at go when I found my voice—“WAIT, HO That’s Cold but STOP! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU —GET THOSE PADDLES AWAY FROM ME WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO KILL ME!!!!!!!!!!!” All of a sudden everyone froze. They just all stopped-it was eerie, like that twilight zone movie where that woman yelled stop and there was a nuclear bomb and that was how she had to stay, which was alone because they were all frozen…It was that type of frozen.
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