Okay, this is a bit chaotic. Is anyone lost?
Well, so am I.
Let's rewind a little.
It's opulence dark, grim and sinister.
The castle stood conspicuously at the center, surrounded by a ring of fire, volcanoes erupted around it like gysers.
Bats and weirdly shaped creature flew around the green skies.
Trees were nowhere in sight with fruits that look like pomegranates grew from what looked like weirdly shaped vines.
Must be heaven.
I wanted to say: finally, it's all over.
Or, have I finally gone Crazy?
What is this place?
This is so frustrating, ugh
But, I really can't help but feel frustrated.
If you knew , my life you would be frustrated, too.
All my life, the only thing I know is my name but even that is not exclusively mine.
Honestly, I don't have a good brain. The memory of how I even lived up to this age is hazy. I don't even know what my age is.
I don't know how many years ,I've even lived. But, I do know one thing. My life had always been and always has been dark, gloomy and scary.
When strange was happening to me , no matter how many times I cry before , I couldn't ask for help. And, no matter what I do, I still find my body doing and saying things I don't want to do. Like, I'm both there and not there at the same time.
Those days when my mouth was moving on its own, oh..
I had no control over my life whatsoever.
Even thinking about it, makes my body tremble down to my toes.
Ahh, I'm so scared but, I guess that's it.
This is it. It's over, over...?
I can't believe it. Dead. Just like that.
Is it really over? Is it? Or, is this another dream? Or is it he place I'm going to? A place that everytime I blackout for weeks then when I rewind the memory in my head, I find memories I know in my guts I never do.
Every. Single. Time.
That's. Not. Me.
No. No. No.
I didn't do that.
I... no , Dad. No, I---
If you've ever had a life like mine, it's better to be a maniac, no, you will be.
It'll be stranger if you can still think normally.
But..
Who wants to be abnormal?
Here, keep it.
I sat dejectedly, as I realized my pitiful life had gone just like that. I grabbed a handful of grass and threw it on the blood red moon. Then, I layed on the sharp and pointy red grass. I was gonna stay there for a moments peace.
But, who am I kidding? I know I can't stay here for long, I know since.. ever since I got here that castle has been calling me. Maybe, something called a gut feeling or some kind of power. I just feel it , what was the word?
Right!
PREMONITION!
Sorry, I wasn't educated before.
And, it feels like something really bad would happen to me if I stayed far too long here.
Ever since I was born , I should have known it. There's no such thing as till death do us part with luck: I'm unlucky.
I've summed up everything and came to that conclusion.
Unsurprisingly, a large roar was heard behind me as a shadow bigger than me overshadowed me. This is truly heartbreaking, I cried.
Without looking back , I took to the skies, my feet lighter than ever before. I don't care if I'm dead or not. What I'm sure of is that I'm not entertaining a new way to die, I thought.
After, a marathon , I realized I ran all the way to the entrance of that castle.
With, no other choice (???), I sighed and walked straight towards the grand entrance of the castle. I feel like , I'm being forced again to do something. I sighed. When will this 'blissful' life end?
In any case, the casle was black and ominous to its smallest nail, it was still decorated in gold. The whole palace looked grimly solemn with it grand poise.
I walked through corridors and hallways, going upstairs to the highest floor. I toured around the place, there was no one stopping at all, so I surveyed the area.
The place gave a haunting allure decorated in rare and ancient valuable artifacts. It was a weirdly captivating place- giving me an unsettling dread and at the very last corridor was a large gold-laiden door screaming :
you can't afford me, you must not break me.
I pushed it open gently, and its opulence almost blinded me.
Inside was a grand throne room and a gorgeous woman with badum assets sat on a skull throne.
Her eyes droopy as the black shawl lazily draped over her body. Her head nodding off. Before, jumping awake , her mesmerizing scarlet eyes looked at me and a surreal feeling made my head throbb.
" urgh", I groaned.
I have never seen anything like it, it was beautiful as rubies and marvelous as red roses. Something about it , makes me relax all my senses. A europhic feeling that can drive people crazy. A feeling that, not a single tear must fall from this woman's eyes. And if there was, it must be mine.
Shaking this feeling away from me. I felt my head throb with pain, as I stared straight at her eyes. Her eyes were glowing red. So beautiful and mesmerizing.
In my head , my brain flashed scenes before me:
About a girl in a strange world working in tall houses that reaches to the sky owned by evil lords with evil squires lording over their servants with lots of work and little pay. Corrupted government that over taxes its people and living in a house with bad neighbors. The girl was an old maid , too. Over 25 and still unmarried, no wonder she died lonely.
She was an orphan.
This was strange.
It was a strange vision. Even more strange is that I knew things about her. Her preference, personality and her life.
Like, I was her and I've lived her life. It was strange and baffling realization. Mind you, I've been a good girl my whole life.
All I did was study, socialize, eat, and sleep.
So, who am I really? Who? Who is she? And,why? Why did I feel that way?
My name is Liz, and for as long as I can remember, I've had the most terrible memory.
There were times I would wake up and find I had done things I couldn't recall—strange as it sounds, entire weeks have slipped by with me sleepwalking. I didn't dare to tell anyone about it, lest they too think I'm strange.
But this time feels different.
Well, I came here a bit different, too;
my head rolled.
But, now these... memories? These are not mine, aren't they?
They seem to be telling me that I'm not Liz.
Why? How? This doesn't make any sense!
Now, everything feels off-kilter, as if the world around me has shifted in ways I can't quite grasp..