A sea of darkness washed through Carter’s mind, glimpses of unnatural figures staring at his very soul.
A drop of water disappeared, dews forming out of its existence, those same residues forming the shape of a human silhouette.
At the top, white lines blocked and caged the ever disappearing form from freedom.
Eyes, mystically and sickly black watched from far above, like a puppeteer, waiting for the show to begin, the lines made of silk sticking to a fleeting shape made of dew.
Carter rose up in his bed, drenched in cold sweats.
He looked around frantically until every part of the room was etched in his head.
Before he opened his eyes, he was staring directly at those dark sick ones, and was unable to get them away until he woke up.
He coursed his hand through his hair, the habit fully returning.
He breathed harder and harder, putting his right hand on his chest.
I need to reorganize myself. He decided, fully done with all these emotions.
Gripping his shirt tightly, he breathed slower with each second.
Before long, he fully stabilized his chest, counting manually every second he inhaled, stalled and exhaled.
He was there for a few more seconds before releasing slowly his gripped right hand and putting it on the bed.
He inclined looking at the sealing, his eyes pure and sharp.
He chuckled.
Maybe If I had tried curing that psycho, it could have avoided me all this crap… Maybe he would’ve even let me go to a peaceful and mindless place… where I could drink coffee and eat pie or lay down on greenery and watch the countless stars each night.
He bit his lower lip lightly.
I would laugh, cheer and cry with my loved ones. Maybe share a meal and talk about anything over a warm table.
Before he knew it, his clear eyes began watering.
He wiped them with his left sleeve.
What am I doing?
He looked at his hands again.
They were still unfamiliar, tiny and feeble, overall normal, and they were trembling.
He was scared, or maybe it wasn’t him that was scared.
Shaking his head, he was fed up with his contradicting thoughts.
He exhaled as he made his decision.
If being able to understand what scared him so much and anything about this world meant acting a play and becoming the child of these people for a while, he would do it.
But he promised himself one thing and drew his limit on it.
Whatever would happen, he would dissapear from their lives entirely when he was done.
He finally clenched his fist and switched his line of thought to something else.
Carter wanted to reorganize himself.
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Looking around, he repeated what he already knew about this world.
A dark space filled with shapes made of white lines, fear ranging from bothering to unnaturally extreme, a being clad in brilliant worm like lines whom can mimic and stalk people with an eye-shaped medium…
The young boy narrowed his eyes.
He realized the only information he had in mind wasn’t even about this new world.
Thinking further he shivered.
From just a glance, anybody could see that the boy was in a fit of discomfort.
That entity is truly a mystery.
The only reason Carter was still in this world was because he was convinced that knowing everything defeated any fear.
He narrowed his eyes as he wondered why he did this to himself, why, everytime, he needed to understand every stuff he came in sight of, convinced his curiosity would one day doom him forever.
Exhaling, he waited there, unsure of what to do.
Then, he looked at himself from the glass of the open window that was directly to his side.
He gazed at the unfamiliar face that greeted him and at the strange expression plastered on its face.
You look stupid.
He moved his tired eyes to the side where fresh air entered the bedroom from outside. He stayed there for a second, appreciating the familiar cold feeling of the night breeze.
Then, a feeling of curiousness popped up in his heart, taking place beside his negative emotions.
The last time he saw the outside, it was in the morning; it had green heels, a road leading to unseen places and houses following the same architectural structure as the ones of the belle epoch, both elegant and beautiful.
Carter took off his bed sheets and moved towards the open window. He couldn’t see what was outside as the angle from the head of his bed obstructed his view. Now he wanted to witness the paited canvas of this world’s night time.
As soon as he reached the window, his heart that was filled with anguish was washed in a fit of calm and beauty from the scenery.
The night sky was soothing, its quietness an evident contrast to the dark, chilling place he was put at just after his death.
Carter, closing his eyes, finally managed to breath in a soothing breath.
He crossed his hands on the railing of the window and laid his head on them, appreciating everything his eyes fell upon.
A few people were still outside, on the road and on the grass plains, the wind moving their clothes, making the grass dance, kids were playing and mostly running.
The majority of these people wore shirts, the women skirts, those were wears the once young man wasn’t sure were normal at this hour in the evening, but not so different he would freak out about it.
Carter looked at them, a bit longer than he would’ve thought.
He was strangely nostalgic.
With that emotion in his heart, he laid his head further smiling more and more as time seemed to slow down before him.
Who knew that his wish of just having a peaceful rest where his memories wouldn’t flaw him, would bring him into this unending nightmare.
Though this time and only this time, he was in peace.
…
As more minutes passed, Carter finally began to think again, relunctantly though.
He was having such a moment, he thought his annoying thoughts would ruin it.
But, he resigned himself to do so.
He exhaled.
Since he hadn’t that much information, he only wanted to clarify his goals, and his objectives.
But, just as he thought about it, he realized something.
Carter narrowed his youthful black eyes, an expression a child shouldn’t have had.
Realizing he had no immidiate goals, he switched his line of thought.
Qualifications? Prison? Lines? Eyes?
Recalling a bit more, he began trying to understand stuff that he had deemed unimportant and irrelevant to him back when he was with Noir.
He picked on something that was peculiar.
What do I have that other people doesn’t in my world?
Such a question landing him to nowhere, he, again, switched his line of thought.
No, since I’m not the only one that was summoned, I shouldn’t be the only one that is deemed worthy to be qualified.
But I’m the only one who apparently succeeded.
He stroked his chin while he still laid his head on his crossed arms.
Strong mind, human from my world… for now those are the only traits I can conclude we had.
But what does those two traits have that would help such a weird existence to get out of imprisonment?
Stuck, he sighed, a sigh of exasperation that was filled with confusion etched through it.
My thinking is too normal, too restrained, hell, I could go as far as say that that entity was lying to me and the only reason I was thrown into this world was because we had the same psychotic sense of humour.
He shrugged.
When thrown into a losing path, digging its own way until success was the best thing to do.
I swear, if I see that white sun again, I’m buying anti-matter. He thought as he tried convincing himself he wouldn’t crap his pants.
At the same time those thoughts appeared in Carter’s mind, he began turning his eyes around, a habit of his to observe his surroundings.
A white weak shine had lighted the area since he had looked through the window; it was like the shine of the moon, weak but persistent, it was also what Carter had imagined.
Or so he thought.
As soon as the young boy whose eyes were still looking around gazed up the sky, every single emotions that had evaporated due to the normalcy of the outside of his house returned, as strong as the momentum it had disappeared from his heart.
Carter twitched his eyes, his thoughts only repeating one word.
Lines?!