The Untold Chronicles
Chapter 4, Memories
I layed on the couch just looking at the ceiling, tears streaming down the side of my face, as I thought about all that had just been removed from my life. Heart wrenching memories went through my mind constantly fueling the tears in my eyes, the quiver of my lips, and the occasional whimper. I remembered the christmas that I got a DS and was overjoyed about it to the point of hoping and hugging my mom consistently… My mom, the one person that I would miss the most, and I know it sounds a bit cheesy but I love my mom. Because my dad left use when I was just two it left my mom to be my one percent and she was a very loving mom.
My Friends, I had made several friends in my life but only these last five years had I ever had truly good friends. I already had to move away from one on of them and the rest I had grown to call my best friends. We all had done so much together from hanging out together, playing video games too going on small road trips. Heck, my friend that I hang out a lot with showed me the show MLP and tried to convince me that it was good. He lost that battle and I ended up watching it on my own time but that is a story for another time. In the end this all doesn't now if I’m stuck in this world with no chance of returning but forgetting it all or letting it all go is just to hard.
Once I had finally stopped silently crying long enough to notice that my mouth was dry and felt thirsty, I made the rational decision to go and get something to drink. Two doors led out of the room, one in which where the Twilight and her friends had existed from and a mystery door, I chose the ladder. Through the door was the kitchen.
“Lucky me” I sarcastically turned the words to myself.
This kitchen looked a bit weird, well weird to me, it looked like a hallway that was wider with counters, stove, and washer on one side and pantry, fridge, and table on the other side. The weirdest thing about this kitchen was that all the shelves above the counters had no doors to them, looking at it neither did the pantry. Upon looking in the pantry, I could see some bottles labeled with very fancy writing… I couldn't read it. To the contrary, the label cover seemed to interpret a party sooo I guess it is some kind of party drink like soda. I took the bottle thinking to myself.
“I’m pretty sure that Twilight wouldn't mind sharing one of her sodas with a poor creature that just lost everything he once know.”
I started to walk to the room that I had just as I uncorked the bottle and took a sip from it. The liquid tasted like something sweet, hard candy mixed with chocolate, and also had pungent aftertaste. This aftertaste was weird but I kind of liked it and without a second thought I took another sip following the action by smelling the odor coming from the bottle.
“it smells like, but no they don’t have alcohol in in the show… or do they?”
Nun the less, even with this thought I still drank the liquid that I was enjoying the more I drank it. I continued to the couch taking small sips of the beverage as I tried to keep the previous thoughts out of my head. The thoughts found there way back as I sat on the couch making me feel close to crying again. I took another sip from the bottle using the entertaining tastes to distract me from the thoughts that were going through my head. I was still recalling the thoughts but I wasn't crying or even had tears build up in my eyes, but I still felt depression seeping in. After a few more drinks of the beverage that at this point I could tell was an alcoholic drink, I stood up and wanting to see if Twilight was still here.
“Hey *hicup* Twilight, are you still here?”
I stood there at the doorway waiting for a response for about two minutes and heard nothing.
“I guess shes not here, must have given me more space than I thought and left building.” I thought to myself
Looking for distractions, I decided to go upstairs and check the mailbox to see if there was anything in it. It took me tripping over myself once or twice to make it to the mailbox but I made it even in the state that I was in. Yes there is a leader in it and it was from the same people again.
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Dear, Dreyen
It has been a fair amount of time since we had last received a leader from you and we are concerned. Please write back if you received this message.
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I decided to write back having nothing else to do and needing a distraction badly. But my writing came out…badly.
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I’m OK
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Just after I put my note into the mailbox, a big thud that came from the mailbox that grabbed my attention. There was a letter in it and something else, a gun, they had just given me a gun. On the letter they wrote about how after going over the show they had now come to the conclusion that this world can be dangerous and that I needed something to protect myself. So they gave me a pistol, a very big pistol, a Desert Eagle to be a little more prosise and two clips not including the one that was already in the gun. Now it would make sense that they would think that I could eventually be in danger since there are mythological greek monsters in the show.
I now started to think about guns which brought back some fond memories, I had always had some fascination in guns. I remembered that at scout camp I had been the only kid that I would shout at the same spot on a target so much times that the consumers told me not to so the could tell where the bullet was going. But even with shooting a variety different guns, I had never held a pistol until now. I would only be able to fire a pistol in this world not the one that I would come from, I will never be able to fire a well made rifle ever again. Tears started to form in my eyes as I continued to think about things that I will be missing.
“Do I?” I thought to myself “do I have to miss anything else or can I do one last thing and go out with a bang?”
I stared at the at the gun for several seconds pondering this thought and considering it many times. Still sober enough to think straight, I put the gun back in the mailbox think about how stupid that would be if there still was possibly a way back that I wasn’t thinking of. After putting the bottle down I pulled my mechanical pencil out of my pocket and wrote on the back of the letter.
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Bringing a weapon like this into a peaceful world like this would just be a dick move so I will return your gift and ask that you not send something like this again.
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Just the moment after I closed it there was a clunk sound “damn time differentials” followed by me pulling the lid and checking inside again. Inside was a letter, black Swiss Army knife, and a bigger knife that was large enough that it needed it’s own belt sheath.
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Dear, Dreyden
We do insist that you keep something to protect yourself.
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They will probably not leave me alone until I keep something so I just look the two knifes wrote a letter telling them then I’ll take the knifes and that I need some time away from letter writing. Putting the Swiss knife in my right pocket and holding the big knife in it’s belt sheath I began walking to the guest and levitated the beverage back into my right hand then took a sip of the drink.
“I wonder if they still care about my survival? why don’t they just leave me al-” My thought was and sip I was taking was cut short from another thought.
“Did I just levitate the bottle to?” I stared at the bottle trying to think about how I did it?
“*chucal* I guess I’m just a little drunk.” I said out loud convincing myself.
I had just finished one-fourth of the liquid that was in the one liter bottle which I guess was enough alcohol to get me drunk. After putting the big knife under the bed in the guest bed room then I wandered back to the couch again and started to have depressing thoughts… AGAIN!
Another hour and a half of thoughts of the past and a bottle and a half later, I was hysterically drunk, laughing at everything that came to mind. I now walked around the lower floor spinning around looking like a dog trying to dance and make sound as if I was some real idiot. Falling on the floor became a comedic game that just made me bake out in laughter as I clumsily got back up. I soon found myself back to the couch and abruptly slammed onto it laying down and laughing hysterically again. After laughing for a good amount of time a depressing thoughts or two manage to serfes, changed my mood dramatically. With my mood changing, the energy I once had began to fall rapidly. Unconsciousness is approaching and I know it so I decided to lay back and let it take me but not before razing a hand and speaking.
“And good night to you to fucking fate”
Written By: Canvas Stories
Edited by: Fat1thatyoulove and Jack Whitezel