Life Back From Death to Life
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Life Back From Death to Life
by Technomare
In a perfectly average town, on a perfectly average street, lived a perfectly average mare, living a perfectly average life. This mare’s life had been like this for the past 20 years, and she had let herself fall into a weekly cycle of the same thing over and over again. So repetitive in fact, that she stopped living her own life, and left it to her schedule; her life began to tell itself. Next Tuesday, this mare’s life would change forever. This mare’s name was Octavia.
On Tuesday, Octavia woke up, wrapped in the warm embrace of her striped flannel bed sheets, to the sound of her alarm clock, at exactly five past six on a Tuesday morning. she proceeded to head downstairs to prepare for the work day ahead of her, noticing the squeak of the fifth step of the staircase - a perfectly normal occurrence. she had done this exact routine every Tuesday for as far back as she could well remember. That, however, was last Tuesday; this Tuesday is far from average.
-Hello, my name is Octavia...help me-
Octavia awoke, to the sound of silence, and the smell of smoke. As Octavia regained consciousness she sputtered from the influx of smoke, snaking its way into her lungs. After noticing that her alarm clock had failed to go off, Octavia located the source of the smoke. The clock had shorted out during the night, and was now issuing copious amounts of acrid black fumes. After dousing the fire and making a mental note to pick up a new clock after work, Octavia put on her usual, ordinary pink bow tie, black cello case. Octavia walked downstairs to prepare for the day of work ahead of her. Opening the door to her kitchen, Octavia noticed, from a glance at her microwave, that she was late for work. Octavia had not been late to work in well, ever; she had never missed a single day of tutoring over her entire career. Strangely enough, this did not trouble Octavia greatly, as she just dismissed it as a fact of her perfectly average life, not giving a second thought to the fact that it might warrant some interest. Octavia came to the conclusion that she was late enough for work as it was and decided to skip breakfast, hurrying over to the train station to catch her seven-fifteen transport, and hopefully make it to her first appointment of the day on time.
Just after arriving, Octavia saw her train pulling out of the station. With dismay, Octavia looked at the nearby wall clock to check the time and saw that it read seven-fifteen. Octavia knew that the next train came at seven-thirty, so Octavia stood by the wall of the subway station to wait for the train. Octavia knew that there were many open seats, however, Octavia could never bring herself to sit down in those dirty things of commoners. At seven-thirty, a train pulled into the station. Octavia stepped onto the train making sure to mind the gap. After the doors closed behind her, Octavia immediately noticed three things out of the ordinary. The first thing Octavia noticed was that every seat was filled in her car; this was strange as Octavia knew that -the car had just been empty- the train was not usually this full. Deciding it wouldn’t be a trouble to stand up, Octavia grasped the overhead rail as the train accelerated out of the station. It was then when Octavia noticed the second oddity. All of her fellow commuters looked -exactly- somewhat similar. It was then when Octavia remembered what was different about this Tuesday: It was the first real Tuesday of the Winter season. Octavia thought that must be why all of the people
-look the same-
are wearing heavy coats today. As the train arrived at the station,
-No wait, the third thing-
Octavia stepped off onto
-they all look like me, exactly like-
the concrete platform
…me.
Octavia was immediately assaulted by the bustling crowd of early morning commuters. Octavia had never liked crowds; as a young filly, Octavia’s parents often had to carry Octavia around in public. Octavia was on her own now, and she no longer panicked when her personal space was invaded by some unknown colt, however she still preferred to avoid the crowd as much as possible, and as such, took the most indirect route to the exit possible. As Octavia walked around the edge of the station, hugging the wall, she passed three advertisements for various clothing lines, and one fire extinguisher. Eventually, Octavia exited the station, emerging onto the street above. Octavia took a deep breath of fresh air, provided by the absence of the confined station. Octavia had only one more p-pp-la…
“Darn, I dropped it, hand me another. I knew this would happen with that,” snap!
-What was that? I had only one more what? Who are you? That sound, what was it? I know that sound, I had heard it Monday night, right before I fell asleep. How was it here, I thought it was just a part of the dream I had been slipping into? Oh work! I’m late, I’ve never been late...wait. This must still be a dream, I can barely remember getting here, so that must mean this is the same dream. What’s that beeping noise? My alarm clock that must be it, I need to wake up to get to work. I just need to wake myself up, falling usually does it--
Octavia leaned over the edge of the walkway she was on and jumped into darkness.
In a quite unusual town, on a quite unusual street, lived a quite unusual mare, living a quite unusual life. This mare’s life had taken a twist, when she had awoken one day to discover her life was being told for her by two strange entities. So strange was this, that it broke her from her repetitive reverie, and she began to live her own life once again; she would not be coerced. Last Tuesday this mare’s life changed forever. This mare’s name was Octavia, and she was finally awake.