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Made in Heaven
As I laid my head on my pillow, my heavy eyelids started to droop. I had had a long day, but at the same time, I did not want to sleep. Sadly, being human, there wasn’t much I could do about that.
And the moment I go off to dreamland, I find myself within the forest. The forest stretches onwards, continuously onwards, almost never-ending, but I can see the light at the very end. I walked forwards, one step at a time. I wanted to go faster—I had to go faster, but I simply couldn’t. All I could do was lift one leg up, move it forwards, set it down, and repeat.
Then, as I always do, I hear a loud thundering roar behind me. I could look around for it, but having had this same dream so many times, I knew it was simply pointless. I’d never find it. I just continue walking forwards, waiting for what would happen next.
Thump, thump.
And there it is. The infernal thumping which haunts my repeating nightmare, never ceasing once it starts. Much like the roar, I can never find the source of it, no matter where I look. Even when it comes from directly behind me, I can’t see the source.
I continue walking forwards, towards whatever would be at the end of the forest, until finally-
“-in the stars.”
I woke up, my alarm clock blaring the radio, which always managed to wake me up, so long as I set it. The sun shined brightly through my window, reminding me of the time it hardly felt like. It had been so long since I had last had a peaceful night, I had forgotten what it felt like.
Thump, thump.
This thumping was far less sinister, being merely the sound of my heart beating hard against my ribcage, as if it was trying to escape. Even with my entire body aching, hearing the oddly familiar noise calmed me down a little, as I pulled myself out of bed. “I suppose there’s nothing for it,” I said out loud, out of sheer habit. No one had lived in this shack for at least a decade, before I purchased it.
Knowing I could never have a good day if I didn’t have my morning cup of coffee, I started warming up my kettle. They say you could become addicted to coffee if you drink too much of it, but even if that was the case, I didn’t really care.
Finally, as I was fully caffeinated, I made my way over to the half-rotten staircase. They creak as I walk up them, but I was never worried that they would collapse. They had lasted me this long, they’d last me a bit longer still. You could say the very same about the house itself, honestly. It was more of a shack than a house, but it served its purpose of accommodating me well, and it would continue to do so for awhile.
On the rooftop, which the stairs happened to lead up to, the camera and telescope contraption I made all by myself a few months ago, were still where I left them. Pointing up at what would a particular cluster of stars, were it night name. What made this cluster so interesting, is that it seemed to be slowly shrinking, and moving.
As per my daily routine, I watched the previous night’s video, and it once again it shows me what I had been seeing for about a month now. The stars shrinking and moving. I knew what I had to do. Out of the pocket of the shirt I slept in, I pulled out the piece of paper I had been using to track their movements. I started the video over again, laid my pencil on the paper, and started to draw.
Or at least, I started to.
Thump, thump.
My heart sunk as I started to trace. It felt familiar, the movements I was making, and my heart was thumping in a way too familiar to me. I looked down at the paper for as long as I could without feeling like I was sick, and confirmed exactly what I had figured from the very first thump of my heart.
I had feared this day would come once more; the pattern had started to repeat itself. Each time it did so, there was but one thing to do: move. I didn’t bother with where exactly, for my heart would know. It pulled me towards the place I felt I must go, even now. I never questioned why it worked, why moving would change the very stars themselves, for it always worked. I had resisted moving, the first time it happened. But when my heart started to thump, thump, THUMP, even louder and stronger as each day went past, I realized I had no choice.
But this time, as my heart pulled me ever onwards, it felt different. There was a sense of finality about it. I knew there was but one thing to do next, and hope it would last me long enough.
“Mommy, mommy! Who’s that man over there? I think I recognize him!” I heard a kid’s voice, as I walked down the city street in my tattered clothes.
I smiled to myself, not being surprised the kid recognized me, as disheveled as I looked. I used to be quite famous, I had to say. Of course that all changed that day… but what point is there in reminiscing?
“Howard! You know it’s impolite to point to strangers on the street like that.” I heard another voice, from whom I would have to assume was the kid’s mother. “Although… you’re right, he’s kind of familiar. Why, is that- No, it couldn’t be, he disappeared months ago.”
I was tempted to tell her that was exactly who I was, but there was no point. She wouldn’t believe me if I did. So I just continued my walk to the bank in relative peace.
Upon getting to the bank, I walked up, back rigid, a small gleam in my eye. “Hello. I’d like to withdraw all the money in my account,” I said to the teller behind the counter.
She took one look at me, and stifled a laugh. I wasn’t too angry at her, I hardly looked the part of eccentric millionaire anymore. “Really, sir?” she asked in a mocking tone.
I sighed, and pulled out my bank card. Sliding it over to her, I said, “Yes, really.”
Picking up the card, she looked down at it, and up to me. And then back down to the card, and back up to me. Stunned, she simply went into the back, and returned with a few hundred dollars in cash. I had it explicitly set up so that I got all my money in bill.
As I walked out, cash in pockets, I heard her call out, “Have a good day, sir,” in a far more polite tone. I felt happier after that.
Well, there it was, my new house. All I had to do was take a walk, and my heart would pull me towards it. It was an almost magnetic attraction.
This house was even older than the one I had been staying out, and far more run down. But it worked for what I wanted, and that was all that mattered. There was even a balcony, which would make the recording much easier.
Opening the door, several rats scuttled out, startling me a little. “I guess I’m not the first thing to live in this house for a hundred years,” I chuckled, as I walked in. I didn’t really like rats, but at the same time, I had nothing against them.
Getting everything set up the way I was used to wasn’t hard, seeing as I had done it several times before. True, I had a few run ins with some mischievous rats, but I easily dealt with them.
There was even a cellar, something I wasn’t expecting. Walking inside, the very first thing that I noticed was the smell. There was an awful smell, the product of what seemed to be hundreds of rats which lived down there, all of whom scuttled out the moment I opened the door. As the last rat ran out, I noticed a huge chalk circle inside the cellar. It covered most of the floor, actually. There was some rusty stains in the middle of it, which looked oddly older than the circle itself. Weird, I had to admit. But it was hardly a deal breaker, and seeing as I had no real reason to come down here again, I didn’t even mind the smell too awful much.
Later that day, as the sun started to set, I found myself up on the balcony. I was checking the telescope, making sure it was set up properly. Stare at a patch of stars long enough, and you tend to remember where they are, no matter where you yourself are positioned, or so I had found. But it still paid to double check.
Finally, having made sure that the telescope was pointing in the right place, I taped the camera back to its previous position, and hit the record button. That the battery lasted so long, each and every night, always managed to impress it. But when you have access to the newest and best technology, everything impresses you.
Thump, thump.
As I walked down to my bedroom, my heart started to thump harder than ever. Harder even than when I looked upon my sketch for too long. I staggered, and slumped against the wall. I took a deep breath, and waiting for the thumping to calm down. Pulling myself together, I walked back down the stairs. Deep inside of me, I felt a compulsion. A compulsion to see what the final drawing would be, so I had to last that long. No matter how my heart felt, I had to continue pressing onwards.
I finally made my way back to the bedroom, and threw myself upon the bed. I fell asleep almost instantly, forgetting to set my alarm clock for the morning.
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.
From the moment I first entered the dream, I knew something was different. The thumping was there from the very beginning, and looking around, I realized that wherever I was, it certainly wasn’t the forest I was used to.
As I continued to look around, I realized I had no idea where I was. All that surrounded me was an inky blackness, with small twinkling lights in the distance. Was this space? My feet weren’t on anything concrete, that was for sure. I tried to move forwards, and it felt as if I was swimming. I knew I should have been afraid of this endless void, but I wasn’t.
Continuing my swimming, for lack of anything better to do, I I felt myself pulled being pulled towards some unknown destination. Once again, I figured there was no point fighting it, and just swam that way. As I went forwards more, the very darkness itself started to press down upon me, almost suffocate me, but it didn’t slow me down. I just kept on going to wherever I was being lead.
Finally, after swimming for what had felt like an eternity, I was rooted in place by some unknown force. Looking around, I noticed that the scenery at the very least, was different than what I was used to. In front of me, in all its blinding brilliance, was a star.
But not for long. Soon after I noticed it, it started to shrink. Or, maybe, shrink wasn’t the right word. It started to be engulfed by a certain darkness. It was vaguely familiar to me, though I could not say why. And as it swallowed up the star, it started to move it; it was then that I realized exactly where my dream had taken me.
When the star had been fully consumed, the darkness started to expand and stretch, and form a shape. There was but one word to describe the final shape it ended up as: Wrong. It hurt my eyes to look upon it, it looked like it folded in upon itself, whilst expanding at the exact same time. But I wasn’t afraid, far from it. My heart, from the very moment I stared upon it, flew up in elation, and beat a happy tune.
And as I watched its myriad of stretches and contortions, and other movements for which there were no words, I saw one specific part of it stretch out. Towards me, it stretched, looking like some kind of demonic arm, well befitting such a nightmare. I started to feel my heart itself be pulled towards i-
I woke up in a cold sweat, my heart beating even faster now in my chest. If I had to hazard a guess, I’d say it would be beating the very rhythm of the stars themselves, had I stopped and listened long enough.
As I tried to pull myself out of bed, my feet felt as heavy as lead, and the rest of my body felt like I had gotten into some sort of fight in the middle of the night. As I walked out to the kitchen, I realized I hadn’t even set up my coffee machine, I couldn’t help but laugh, as my heart continued to pound its rhythm, and pull me towards the balcony.
I trudged onwards, not having a choice in the matter. Even if, for whatever reason, I wanted to walk away, I knew I wouldn’t be able to. This is what my heart was telling me, and it had never lied. And besides, the stars were calling out to me; who am I not to answer them?
It honestly felt like I was still in that dream, but the warmth of the sun shining down through the cracks in the roof disproved that notion. I was nearly at the top now; maybe I was still in my dream, it certainly seemed like everything was taking much longer than it should.
The bracing fresh air that hit my face the moment I stepped out onto the balcony did little to make me feel better. All it did was remind me of the time that this nightmare started, so many months ago now.
There was only one thing to do now, so I untaped the camera from its normal resting place, and placed it on the table that I had moved up there. I laid the piece of paper onto the table, and held the camera up, as I got out my pencil and held it above said paper.
I started the camera, and once again, all it showed was that same patch of stars shrinking and moving. But as I watched further, I realized why this time felt so final. For I saw by the end of the video, as my hand came to a stop, the last of the stars go out.
Standing there, camera in one hand, pencil in the other, my arm suddenly convulsed and threw the camera right off of the balcony. I guessed it was my body’s last attempt at self-preservation, but it came too late. I looked down at the camera lying on the ground, clearly broken, and wondered what would have happened had I thrown it away in time.
But seeing as that didn’t happen, I did what I knew I must do next. I looked at the sketch, and saw that it was finished. I knew this because as soon as I looked down, I was suddenly enlightened. Or, enlightened further, I should say. For the brief moment that I at it, I understood absolutely everything. Including what was going to happen to me, and how little control I had over it. And for that fleeting moment that felt like forever, I was truly happy.
As I looked up from the paper, my eyelids started to droop. It was starting already… or maybe it was simply continuing. I was barely in control of my feet anymore, I realized on my long trek down the stairs. A sudden shudder ran down my spine, as it finally hit me that I was no longer in control. So I simply let my eyes close.
As I came to, the first thing I noticed, again, was the awful smell. I was downstairs, standing in the exact middle of the chalk circle. Stacked up against the wall was a pile of rat corpses, and in my hands was a knife, now looking rusty. And my heart felt a terrible, wonderful joy.
Looking down at my feet, I saw the pattern. The pattern which had been drawn on that paper, but which I had first seen fully finished in my most recent dream. It was the shape of that monstrosity, drawn in blood. No wonder there were so many dead rats.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
At first, I thought the thumping was the sound of my own heart, beating in terror. But I soon realized how wrong I was, when I felt an icy grip upon my shoulder. It felt like a hand, but so unlike a hand that I wanted to vomit into the nearest receptacle. And the grip started to lower itself into my very body.
Thump, thump.
I laid down on the symbol, waiting for what I knew would happen next. The familiar thumping of my heart calmed me, as I felt the icy grip of that thing approach it. As soon as what would be the hand touched it, my heart slowed to almost a standstill. Then, as I knew would happen, I felt the coldness within me expand. It grew inside of me, starting to fill me up, mold itself to me. And as it did so, I felt myself start to die.
Thump, thump.
And at that final thump, I simply had to laugh. Even though my heart was slower than a snail, not beating for seconds on end, there was still a loud thump. The little humanity now left within me found that so funny, it couldn’t resist laughing.
A saying I often heard from my friends, and even my family was, “Your fate is written in the stars under which you were born.” Well, if they could see me now, they might find it funny just how awfully right they are. For my destiny now controls me. And if this is what fate has in store for the rest of mankind, my final hope is that everyone else goes peacefully.
And the moment I go off to dreamland, I find myself within the forest. The forest stretches onwards, continuously onwards, almost never-ending, but I can see the light at the very end. I walked forwards, one step at a time. I wanted to go faster—I had to go faster, but I simply couldn’t. All I could do was lift one leg up, move it forwards, set it down, and repeat.
Then, as I always do, I hear a loud thundering roar behind me. I could look around for it, but having had this same dream so many times, I knew it was simply pointless. I’d never find it. I just continue walking forwards, waiting for what would happen next.
Thump, thump.
And there it is. The infernal thumping which haunts my repeating nightmare, never ceasing once it starts. Much like the roar, I can never find the source of it, no matter where I look. Even when it comes from directly behind me, I can’t see the source.
I continue walking forwards, towards whatever would be at the end of the forest, until finally-
“-in the stars.”
I woke up, my alarm clock blaring the radio, which always managed to wake me up, so long as I set it. The sun shined brightly through my window, reminding me of the time it hardly felt like. It had been so long since I had last had a peaceful night, I had forgotten what it felt like.
Thump, thump.
This thumping was far less sinister, being merely the sound of my heart beating hard against my ribcage, as if it was trying to escape. Even with my entire body aching, hearing the oddly familiar noise calmed me down a little, as I pulled myself out of bed. “I suppose there’s nothing for it,” I said out loud, out of sheer habit. No one had lived in this shack for at least a decade, before I purchased it.
Knowing I could never have a good day if I didn’t have my morning cup of coffee, I started warming up my kettle. They say you could become addicted to coffee if you drink too much of it, but even if that was the case, I didn’t really care.
Finally, as I was fully caffeinated, I made my way over to the half-rotten staircase. They creak as I walk up them, but I was never worried that they would collapse. They had lasted me this long, they’d last me a bit longer still. You could say the very same about the house itself, honestly. It was more of a shack than a house, but it served its purpose of accommodating me well, and it would continue to do so for awhile.
On the rooftop, which the stairs happened to lead up to, the camera and telescope contraption I made all by myself a few months ago, were still where I left them. Pointing up at what would a particular cluster of stars, were it night name. What made this cluster so interesting, is that it seemed to be slowly shrinking, and moving.
As per my daily routine, I watched the previous night’s video, and it once again it shows me what I had been seeing for about a month now. The stars shrinking and moving. I knew what I had to do. Out of the pocket of the shirt I slept in, I pulled out the piece of paper I had been using to track their movements. I started the video over again, laid my pencil on the paper, and started to draw.
Or at least, I started to.
Thump, thump.
My heart sunk as I started to trace. It felt familiar, the movements I was making, and my heart was thumping in a way too familiar to me. I looked down at the paper for as long as I could without feeling like I was sick, and confirmed exactly what I had figured from the very first thump of my heart.
I had feared this day would come once more; the pattern had started to repeat itself. Each time it did so, there was but one thing to do: move. I didn’t bother with where exactly, for my heart would know. It pulled me towards the place I felt I must go, even now. I never questioned why it worked, why moving would change the very stars themselves, for it always worked. I had resisted moving, the first time it happened. But when my heart started to thump, thump, THUMP, even louder and stronger as each day went past, I realized I had no choice.
But this time, as my heart pulled me ever onwards, it felt different. There was a sense of finality about it. I knew there was but one thing to do next, and hope it would last me long enough.
“Mommy, mommy! Who’s that man over there? I think I recognize him!” I heard a kid’s voice, as I walked down the city street in my tattered clothes.
I smiled to myself, not being surprised the kid recognized me, as disheveled as I looked. I used to be quite famous, I had to say. Of course that all changed that day… but what point is there in reminiscing?
“Howard! You know it’s impolite to point to strangers on the street like that.” I heard another voice, from whom I would have to assume was the kid’s mother. “Although… you’re right, he’s kind of familiar. Why, is that- No, it couldn’t be, he disappeared months ago.”
I was tempted to tell her that was exactly who I was, but there was no point. She wouldn’t believe me if I did. So I just continued my walk to the bank in relative peace.
Upon getting to the bank, I walked up, back rigid, a small gleam in my eye. “Hello. I’d like to withdraw all the money in my account,” I said to the teller behind the counter.
She took one look at me, and stifled a laugh. I wasn’t too angry at her, I hardly looked the part of eccentric millionaire anymore. “Really, sir?” she asked in a mocking tone.
I sighed, and pulled out my bank card. Sliding it over to her, I said, “Yes, really.”
Picking up the card, she looked down at it, and up to me. And then back down to the card, and back up to me. Stunned, she simply went into the back, and returned with a few hundred dollars in cash. I had it explicitly set up so that I got all my money in bill.
As I walked out, cash in pockets, I heard her call out, “Have a good day, sir,” in a far more polite tone. I felt happier after that.
Well, there it was, my new house. All I had to do was take a walk, and my heart would pull me towards it. It was an almost magnetic attraction.
This house was even older than the one I had been staying out, and far more run down. But it worked for what I wanted, and that was all that mattered. There was even a balcony, which would make the recording much easier.
Opening the door, several rats scuttled out, startling me a little. “I guess I’m not the first thing to live in this house for a hundred years,” I chuckled, as I walked in. I didn’t really like rats, but at the same time, I had nothing against them.
Getting everything set up the way I was used to wasn’t hard, seeing as I had done it several times before. True, I had a few run ins with some mischievous rats, but I easily dealt with them.
There was even a cellar, something I wasn’t expecting. Walking inside, the very first thing that I noticed was the smell. There was an awful smell, the product of what seemed to be hundreds of rats which lived down there, all of whom scuttled out the moment I opened the door. As the last rat ran out, I noticed a huge chalk circle inside the cellar. It covered most of the floor, actually. There was some rusty stains in the middle of it, which looked oddly older than the circle itself. Weird, I had to admit. But it was hardly a deal breaker, and seeing as I had no real reason to come down here again, I didn’t even mind the smell too awful much.
Later that day, as the sun started to set, I found myself up on the balcony. I was checking the telescope, making sure it was set up properly. Stare at a patch of stars long enough, and you tend to remember where they are, no matter where you yourself are positioned, or so I had found. But it still paid to double check.
Finally, having made sure that the telescope was pointing in the right place, I taped the camera back to its previous position, and hit the record button. That the battery lasted so long, each and every night, always managed to impress it. But when you have access to the newest and best technology, everything impresses you.
Thump, thump.
As I walked down to my bedroom, my heart started to thump harder than ever. Harder even than when I looked upon my sketch for too long. I staggered, and slumped against the wall. I took a deep breath, and waiting for the thumping to calm down. Pulling myself together, I walked back down the stairs. Deep inside of me, I felt a compulsion. A compulsion to see what the final drawing would be, so I had to last that long. No matter how my heart felt, I had to continue pressing onwards.
I finally made my way back to the bedroom, and threw myself upon the bed. I fell asleep almost instantly, forgetting to set my alarm clock for the morning.
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.
From the moment I first entered the dream, I knew something was different. The thumping was there from the very beginning, and looking around, I realized that wherever I was, it certainly wasn’t the forest I was used to.
As I continued to look around, I realized I had no idea where I was. All that surrounded me was an inky blackness, with small twinkling lights in the distance. Was this space? My feet weren’t on anything concrete, that was for sure. I tried to move forwards, and it felt as if I was swimming. I knew I should have been afraid of this endless void, but I wasn’t.
Continuing my swimming, for lack of anything better to do, I I felt myself pulled being pulled towards some unknown destination. Once again, I figured there was no point fighting it, and just swam that way. As I went forwards more, the very darkness itself started to press down upon me, almost suffocate me, but it didn’t slow me down. I just kept on going to wherever I was being lead.
Finally, after swimming for what had felt like an eternity, I was rooted in place by some unknown force. Looking around, I noticed that the scenery at the very least, was different than what I was used to. In front of me, in all its blinding brilliance, was a star.
But not for long. Soon after I noticed it, it started to shrink. Or, maybe, shrink wasn’t the right word. It started to be engulfed by a certain darkness. It was vaguely familiar to me, though I could not say why. And as it swallowed up the star, it started to move it; it was then that I realized exactly where my dream had taken me.
When the star had been fully consumed, the darkness started to expand and stretch, and form a shape. There was but one word to describe the final shape it ended up as: Wrong. It hurt my eyes to look upon it, it looked like it folded in upon itself, whilst expanding at the exact same time. But I wasn’t afraid, far from it. My heart, from the very moment I stared upon it, flew up in elation, and beat a happy tune.
And as I watched its myriad of stretches and contortions, and other movements for which there were no words, I saw one specific part of it stretch out. Towards me, it stretched, looking like some kind of demonic arm, well befitting such a nightmare. I started to feel my heart itself be pulled towards i-
I woke up in a cold sweat, my heart beating even faster now in my chest. If I had to hazard a guess, I’d say it would be beating the very rhythm of the stars themselves, had I stopped and listened long enough.
As I tried to pull myself out of bed, my feet felt as heavy as lead, and the rest of my body felt like I had gotten into some sort of fight in the middle of the night. As I walked out to the kitchen, I realized I hadn’t even set up my coffee machine, I couldn’t help but laugh, as my heart continued to pound its rhythm, and pull me towards the balcony.
I trudged onwards, not having a choice in the matter. Even if, for whatever reason, I wanted to walk away, I knew I wouldn’t be able to. This is what my heart was telling me, and it had never lied. And besides, the stars were calling out to me; who am I not to answer them?
It honestly felt like I was still in that dream, but the warmth of the sun shining down through the cracks in the roof disproved that notion. I was nearly at the top now; maybe I was still in my dream, it certainly seemed like everything was taking much longer than it should.
The bracing fresh air that hit my face the moment I stepped out onto the balcony did little to make me feel better. All it did was remind me of the time that this nightmare started, so many months ago now.
There was only one thing to do now, so I untaped the camera from its normal resting place, and placed it on the table that I had moved up there. I laid the piece of paper onto the table, and held the camera up, as I got out my pencil and held it above said paper.
I started the camera, and once again, all it showed was that same patch of stars shrinking and moving. But as I watched further, I realized why this time felt so final. For I saw by the end of the video, as my hand came to a stop, the last of the stars go out.
Standing there, camera in one hand, pencil in the other, my arm suddenly convulsed and threw the camera right off of the balcony. I guessed it was my body’s last attempt at self-preservation, but it came too late. I looked down at the camera lying on the ground, clearly broken, and wondered what would have happened had I thrown it away in time.
But seeing as that didn’t happen, I did what I knew I must do next. I looked at the sketch, and saw that it was finished. I knew this because as soon as I looked down, I was suddenly enlightened. Or, enlightened further, I should say. For the brief moment that I at it, I understood absolutely everything. Including what was going to happen to me, and how little control I had over it. And for that fleeting moment that felt like forever, I was truly happy.
As I looked up from the paper, my eyelids started to droop. It was starting already… or maybe it was simply continuing. I was barely in control of my feet anymore, I realized on my long trek down the stairs. A sudden shudder ran down my spine, as it finally hit me that I was no longer in control. So I simply let my eyes close.
As I came to, the first thing I noticed, again, was the awful smell. I was downstairs, standing in the exact middle of the chalk circle. Stacked up against the wall was a pile of rat corpses, and in my hands was a knife, now looking rusty. And my heart felt a terrible, wonderful joy.
Looking down at my feet, I saw the pattern. The pattern which had been drawn on that paper, but which I had first seen fully finished in my most recent dream. It was the shape of that monstrosity, drawn in blood. No wonder there were so many dead rats.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
At first, I thought the thumping was the sound of my own heart, beating in terror. But I soon realized how wrong I was, when I felt an icy grip upon my shoulder. It felt like a hand, but so unlike a hand that I wanted to vomit into the nearest receptacle. And the grip started to lower itself into my very body.
Thump, thump.
I laid down on the symbol, waiting for what I knew would happen next. The familiar thumping of my heart calmed me, as I felt the icy grip of that thing approach it. As soon as what would be the hand touched it, my heart slowed to almost a standstill. Then, as I knew would happen, I felt the coldness within me expand. It grew inside of me, starting to fill me up, mold itself to me. And as it did so, I felt myself start to die.
Thump, thump.
And at that final thump, I simply had to laugh. Even though my heart was slower than a snail, not beating for seconds on end, there was still a loud thump. The little humanity now left within me found that so funny, it couldn’t resist laughing.
A saying I often heard from my friends, and even my family was, “Your fate is written in the stars under which you were born.” Well, if they could see me now, they might find it funny just how awfully right they are. For my destiny now controls me. And if this is what fate has in store for the rest of mankind, my final hope is that everyone else goes peacefully.