Chapter 53: Chapter 52: What The F*ck Did You Do

Today is just a completely normal day. I may be trapped in the basement of a crazy woman with a boner for my boner, but it’s all completely normal. I definitely didn’t just hear a woman screaming above me. It also wasn’t the screaming of someone I recognized, either. Yep, everything is normal. It’s so normal, in fact, that I don’t need to listen to the sound of someone dragging a body down the basement stairs.

However, I couldn’t look away. No matter how much I struggled to turn away from the stairs as Tiffany came into view, my curiosity got the best of me. It’s completely normal for someone to wonder who their captive just killed and why it sounded so similar to someone they know. 

So I looked and nearly gasped at what I saw. She wasn’t just dragging a single body down into the depths to hang out with me. Instead, she went the extra mile and grabbed two in one. One was a Latino that was bleeding from their head, and the other was a redhead that I knew all too well.

“Jessica? Karina?” I look on in horror as she drops them to the floor. “Are they alive?” I ask, holding my breath for the worst.

“They’re still alive. See.” Tiffany kicks Karina, and she grunts from the pain. “They’re just unconscious for now.” 

She grabbed Jessica first and placed her in the chair to my left. She carefully arranged her arms and legs to line up with the chair so she could easily tie her to it. With a piece of rope in hand, she fastened Jessica’s arms to the chair before doing the same to her legs. Once she was all finished, she stepped back and breathed in the satisfaction of breaking down someone until they’re at her mercy.

She moved on to Karina, and she was a lot more rough while tying her up. She threw her body onto the chair and tied the rope as tight as she could without stopping blood flow. However, the rope dug into her skin so deep that the area around the rope flushed red. I could only imagine the amount of pain her wrists and ankles must be under right now. 

“How do you like your two new roommates?” Tiffany asks.

“They’re cool.” I say, attempting to sound like it doesn’t bother me. “How did you find them?”

“I didn’t find them. They came right to me.” 

Before she went up the stairs, she blew a kiss my way. Then she slapped Karina in the face so hard that she woke up for a brief second before falling back unconscious. I was stunned by the suddenness of the action that I couldn’t shout an obscenity at her even with my anger building up.

I haven’t felt this level of anger building up in so long. After the last time it unleashed itself, and after the incident that changed my life forever, I holed myself away and never got the chance for it to run wild. I wish I could be like those edgy kids and think it somehow makes me cool and badass. It would be so much simpler, but that’s just not how it works. In a more precise term, it’s more of an annoyance than anything else. 

Being unable to control how I feel just ends up getting me in more trouble than it’s worth. Even now, when my anger could benefit me most, it would only bring more pain. What good would it do me? I wouldn’t be able to break out and save Karina and Jessica. Instead, I would accidentally say something to piss her off only to find a gun in my face. 

If only this was a fantasy novel and I could control space with a single thought, maybe I could get out of this situation. However, this is reality, and magic isn’t real. Even with succubi being a real specimen, that doesn’t change the fact I haven’t seen a single magic spell. 

The lack of any real sleep finally falls on my shoulders. Ninety pound weights are placed upon my eyelids, and they slowly close. The last thing I see before the sandman visits me is Karina slumped in a chair, and Jessica’s head moving.

***

“This is the life, huh?” I say, unfurling my wings. 

I sit upon the ledge of a tilting tower that surpasses the very heavens themselves. It’s almost like the mountain that I normally dream of, but unlike the mountain, this tower has a tip. And I’m already sitting on it. I expected another awful memory, but interestingly, the Wall of Lost decided that this is where I should be. On a tilting tower, by myself, above the very gods of this world.

The tower was made out of pristine white marble with intricately designed windows scaling to the very top. The inside was blacked out by how tinted the windows were, so anything could be inside there, from treasure worth trillions, or even a rag of cloth. I wasn’t allowed to know.

The tip of the tower was like that of roman churches with a dome roof. In the center of the dome, a spike stuck out and aimed the sharpened end at the sun. The sun throbbed in the sky like how a heart would when pumping blood to send oxygen around the human body. In normal circumstances, I would say it was a hallucination, but since this is the realm of my mind, anything’s possible. For instance, the love of my life could teleport right next to me.

“Hello.” Says the love of my life as she comes into existence from millions of particles collecting together. “Want to make out?”

“No, I’m good. I want to look at the sun for a bit longer.”

The sun continues to pump whatever it is that it’s pumping again and again until there’s nothing left to pump. Now that I think about it, pump sounds kind of like hump. They could also mean the same thing depending on the context. 

“What about sex? That’s cool too, right?” The clothes that the love of my life wore mysteriously vanished. She stuck out her tongue and looked at me seductively, trying to get me to do what she wanted. “All you ever think about is sex, and how you want people to smile. Well, look down there.” She pointed below us. 

I looked at where she was pointing, and despite being millions of miles above the ground, I could see clearly. A group of people gathered around, sticking their tongues out, looking at the sky. I remember making that face when it snowed when I was a kid and mother told me that snowflakes tasted like cotton candy. It didn’t. It tasted like cold water. It never snowed again.

“They’re waiting for us. Isn’t this another one of your many sick fetishes? I’ve seen what you have on that computer. It doesn’t matter to me since I’m not one to discriminate. Have you seen what I read?”

“Yeah, I’ve seen it.” Sorry bitch, but I’m a man. As a man, I can do whatever the fuck I want without you getting into me. “I’ll have to decline your offer. I don’t feel like blowing your brains out.”

The love of my life smiled, and she looked at me with a mixture of a devilish devil and an angelic purity. Her end goal was uncertain to me and her, but she knew what made me tick.

“Why don’t we free fall then?” 

I felt her place her hand upon my back. By putting a minor amount of effort into her arms, she pushed me, and I fell from the tilted tower. I didn’t even fight back, cause I didn’t need to. Accepting the fate of the Lost is my fate. 

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There’s only one Lost.

I free fall and plummet into the clouds. As a kid, I wondered how the clouds would taste and feel. Was it like cotton candy? A fluffy and sticky ball of sugar that gave kids younger than ten a heart attack. Or maybe it had its own taste that could never be replicated, no matter how advanced humanity’s candy making machines got. 

I opened my mouth as I fell into the clouds, and it tasted just like how I imagined. It was heavenly and moistened my lips so much they puffed up till my top lip touched my nose. It didn’t hurt either. Instead of hurting, it felt relieving, like my body broke down, tore apart, and disappeared into the cosmos. 

That’s when I realized what was happening. My body was tearing itself apart. My feet and hands broke down into tiny, unseeable particles that spread into the air. Once my hands and feet disappeared, the rest of my body followed. 

It was freeing. My mind, body, spirit, and soul vanished into the clouds, relieving its weight. My drop from the sky began to slow down as I became lighter thanks to the gift of Gods. I closed my eyes, but they disappeared before I could close them. That was a blessing, since if I closed my eyes, I wouldn’t be able to see. Even with my eyes gone, since I never closed them, my sight was still intact.

The clouds slowed as my body shriveled and tore apart. As the last of me disappeared, I finally felt what I wanted to feel since the moment I was born. All the responsibility on my shoulders relieved itself as my body vanished into nothing.

The feeling wrapped itself around me, and if I still had a mouth, I’d be smiling and laughing. It felt so great, but the longer the feeling lasted, the more it peeled off of me. After a minute of joy and satisfaction, all that was left was hollow emptiness. What could have gone wrong?

What could have gone wrong?

“What could have gone wrong?” 

The clouds disappear and I’m greeted with a familiar sight. I’m standing at the very top of Juxten Plateau. The night was coming fast, and I saw myself leaning over the railing. There was a dark look in my eye as I stared at the cars below. They were so tiny. So far away.

“Why did I do that?” I mutter to myself. “It’s not my fault. It’s not my fault.”

“Ty!” a familiar voice called out to me. “Why did you call me here?” 

I froze up. My muscles clenched as I turned around to see Jessica walking up the stairs. Did I want to follow through with this? I could just leave and avoid all responsibility of my actions. My selfish, irreparable, offensive actions.

I hate tragedy. I despise it so much. If there was a world that exists where tragedy was a word of myth and legend, I would jump into it without hesitation. I would jump, and freefall to the new world.

“You doing good?” 

Jessica waved her hand in front of my face, snapping me out of my delusion. I looked at her face. It reminded me of someone. The first thing that popped into my head was to kiss her and never let go. It wouldn’t be a bad thing to do, would it? 

“You’re scaring me right now.” Jessica said, backing away. “Why did you call me?” She reached for her phone, and at that moment, I began breaking down. 

I couldn’t see anything because of all the tears falling from my eyes. They cascaded down my cheeks and fell to the ground, raining on the insignificant insects below me. I dropped to my knees and sobbed like a toddler lost in a supermarket.

“What the fuck is going on?” Jessica asked. 

“I’m sorry.” I said to her. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” I repeated that blank phrase to her again and again, and the more it left my lips, the more tears that fell from my eyes. My nose began running and snot dribbled to my lips.

Jessica reached out to me, but before she could grab onto me, her phone rang. She stood straight and looked at me hesitantly. Deciding that talking to me was useless right now, she answered her phone and raised it to her ears.

“Mom, what do you need? I’m with a friend.” Suddenly, her face broke out in concern. “Are you crying?” 

I could hear the sobs and talking from her phone speaker, and right away I knew what was about to happen. Jessica’s eyes went wide, and she turned to me, still crying on the ground like a baby. 

“I’m on my way, mom.” She canceled the call and walked toward me with a stride of a confident young woman. The first thing that confident young woman does is grab me by my shirt and pull me up so I can see her face.

Her eyes were dark and filled with murder and fire. I shook in my boots, fearful of what she was about to say, but I accepted my fate. 

“What the fuck did you do?” She asked. When I didn’t answer, she raised her voice. “What the fuck did you do!” 

Her scream echoed in my ear, and the universe collapsed in on itself. The stars fell to the earth, and the world erupted into one giant, fiery mountain. 

What the fuck did I do? The darkness circled me.

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