Felias: A Short Story

"are you okay??" I asked worried. He handed me my bag as he walked passed

I stare at the bag sitting in the locker, wondering what is buzzing around in Christian’s head. “Wow. That was… sad,” I say laughing. Christian blushes a light pink and rolls his eyes.

“Quite,” I say. “I get a day off work today after I bring home some vegetables. How are you and

Who was I? What was I? Whence did I come? What was my destination? These questions continually recurred, but I was unable to solve them.”

My voice rang, interrupting my own thoughts. The memories inside my brain were like corridors, most being empty or locked up. It was my new goal in life to create new memories.. Better memories I guess.

I shot up once I heard the deep voice echoing around my ears, then looked around in a daze to see I was in my dorm. My band and wolf posters on the wall to my right. And Maddy to my left staring at me.

The others sitting around were making small talks. Each of them appeared calm, yet I could feel they were tense. The slightly exaggerated titters, and uncertainty in their eyes gave them away. I suppose it was the same with me, only that I hid my agitation with reticence. Shortly, my consciousness faded and I delved deep into my mind, looking back at the back days, months, and years, looking for any hints or events that may have led me here. I realized soon there was not a single coherent or convincing explanation for this. Everything was as if I was guided by a greater force than life itself, a force more primal and more ancient than reason or human aptitude. All of a sudden, it seemed so awry. So

"Um, yeah," I replied. I closed and zippered my suit case, struggling a little bit since I packed almost all the clothes I have in the one suitcase.

Before I did anything else, I just had to soak up the pure awesomeness of this place. I mean, really, it wasn’t often that I was treated like a queen. I plopped myself on the bed, sinking in its fluffiness, until I forced myself to get up. Voices came from outside the window, and they sounded heated and angry, as if some pony found out her husband cheated on some skank.

As I glanced around the small room, I realized for the first time in my life, I'm addicted. Addicted to these people who aren't here, addicted to lying, addicting to the voices. They're always here. I like them here. They're comforting, most of the time. They're just hallucinations, but they're my only friends.

Feces has an interesting nature as it is only one of a few earthly substances that when one’s hand is driven deep into a mound of it, it can only become more apparent that every one of the decisions made leading up to the moment were all unarguable mistakes. Jordan sighed, his eyes opening from a cringed expression to only verify that when he chose to stuff the level of trash down, he had not been gasping at generously melted concession stand chocolate, but a heap of guano gift wrapped in whitey tighties. With a disgusted grace, he quickly turned to the nearest sink to clean the dung off as best as he could before quickly exiting the bathroom.

"Right" I say, as I put the ice pack on the right side of my bowl. I finally get enough courage. "Hey Zach can I ask you something?" I first ask him.

A wave of excitement and fear flooded through me. This is what I had been asking for wasn’t it. Just earlier that day I had been thinking about how much I despised this town. A million questions filled my mind and I had no clue where to start.

At this point, the man was maybe twenty feet away from me. I could feel my heart pounding against my chest, my mind urging me to bolt for the door and make an escape. More questions flashed through my mind, all of them without answers. Who are you? What are you going to do to me? What do you WANT? I was being noticeably paranoid, and the bartender must have caught on because he put his hand on my shoulder. Startled, I nearly jumped out of my seat.

That lasted a minute until the kid started screaming and ask me about a million questions, none of which he gave me a chance to answer. It felt kinda weird this is the first time I’ve ever told someone my alias and they didn’t pull a gun on me. Anyway while he fanboyed it gave me the opportunity to survey the rest of the cabin. Including me there’s twelve of us and with no idea what we’re in for everyone is gripping their weapons as tight as possible. With a heavy thud we all knew that we had finally landed.