Its taste gave me an amused puzzlement feeling, I used to stuff my mouth with it till it reaches its capacity limits, its supposed to be sweet, it is but it also satisfies my will to achieve the suffering that would make me able to sail in my imagination, just to reach the side which is full of terrors, guess why, cause my friend will always be there, in every corner, it's... sour, as it's not meant to be, I used to chew and chew till I almost feel that I'm able to see my siblings laughing at me, they abetted me to continue, they knew it's something wrong to do cause they will never want something good to happen to me.
The fun doesn't end here, after some amount of time I start to feel a different taste stimulating my tongue, an assemblage of weirdness and metal, like a worthless booty found by an admiral, it tasted like.... coins, I know you wonder how I knew what this rusty circles would taste like, but I like savouring the things that I would like It to belong to me one day when no one is around, with a liquid running all over my chin, I innocently told my siblings: "my dears, I've became a money machine, I might be able to lighten up our doleful life".
Their unexpected maniacal laughs invaded our shack, I was fully convinced that I'm actually miraculous, they called me a charlatan, oh wait, that was my other name or my real name that I hear from everyone who isn't "the father", a charlatan, someone who's claiming to have certain or some sort of ability, but it's only delusions. I was disappointed not gonna lie, I felt..... worthless, I despised my ingenious entity, I had to prove that I'm not an ineptitude, I cleared my phantoms and I grasped reality, I felt like my abilities just needs full acuity, which they couldn't reach, I was embarrassed, disgraced, the ignominy of being powerful, as I thought I was, I had to act.
The self stands up, me! my face wore seriousness, I was impending the inexorable fate that I was going to create, I was gonna show everyone that yes I'm a money machine, so I said with full confidence and a filled mouth:" fill your pockets with my creation, peasants! ".
Ah!.... how pathetic, I put my hand inside my mouth, and I started pulling out every coin coming out from it, laughing, in joy, no one could've dared to stop me, my inside was saying:" welcome to Utopia you cunts", I kept going on, it was painful, they were marvelled, I didn't see them but I knew, then suddenly, they ended, I spit out the sour candy and I filled my mouth with my fingers hoping to find more searching in every corner, "where is the rest of the coins" I said, where they actually coins? no, they were my teeth.
I fell on my knees, then on my left side, crying and blood is all over my face, I wished that I've never existed, depression was all over my body, I even felt it leaving the inner me to settle on my skin, I wasn't able to realize that I just removed my teeth, I was just disappointed because the amount of coins I got from my mouth can't even buy me more sour candy, then my father came, I heard his heavy footsteps approaching me, the first thing I said to him with a toothless voice was :" I can change...., us..., the world, I.... promise", he answered after seconds of absolute silence:" don't promise me, just make me believe you", then he hit me with a solid thing in my head, I lost consciousness.
I opened my eyes in the world where I'm able to observe, the world where darkness rules, where what I can only see is the dark but in the exterior sight of mine, where darkness isn't stopping me from seeing things, it's just the only thing I see, I heard a voice which travelled from my ears to my body then back, then back to it self then back, dared to touch my heart, then backed, and back to my eyes to never blink again and only see black, I heard... :"where I'm the limit of your extent, I rise with malicious intent".
I tried to realize where this incongruous voice in this sombre place is coming from, but I couldn't, it was coming from everywhere, I said "who's there?" and he quickly happened, I saw a man in darkness, or only his external body details is what I saw, a man with flesh of gloom, and his borders are darker than the dark, he's dark in black, darker black in black, I said "my friend?" he answered "yes, the one who was supposed to be but never was".
-"what do you mean, I always wanted to speak to you, now I finally can"
-"you're not supposed to talk to me, but now I gave you the ability cause your time has finally came"
-"what time? what are you talking about"
-" over the lifetime of a knackered soul of a darkened man, over its sojourn in the lands of malice, the blood smell rises like a promise, you don't belong here or where you were sitting, you belong to where you can serve the father"
-"the father? how do you know him? what are you exactly?"
-" too many questions in a breviloquent supposed to be conversation, well I won't deprive you from answers, I'm sent by him so you go for him, I really feel bad for how are you being treated, so he is here for your anticipated salvation, you were literally being used as an alarm here"
-" an alarm?"
-" with utter certainty, you put these blood suckers worms in your mouth, which somehow you thought it was candy, you are blind I can't blame you, even though I don't know how you didn't feel it moving, it makes you delusional, it fills you with energy, and clears your calmness temporarily, so you start talking nonsense, you start yelling with excitement, he wakes up to harvest, and hits you in your head to reclaim your consciousness when u think you have lost it, and that's it, that's pretty much your life, I erase your memory every time, not like I'm atrocious but it's just how things were supposed to be"
-" not easy to believe, but I'm not really surprised, I deserve everything, I'm a failure, I wasn't expecting much from my life, at least I was being useful...."
-"useful? by what right you just called your self that, you didn't achieve, you only was useful for someone who wasn't your own self, wake up, failure is just another kind of success, the wrong kind, and you merged really well with it, but...., you're ready to be a better version of yourself "
-"I'm not ready for anything, why can't I just stay here?.... with you!"
-"there's are some things you weren't meant to see in this place, such as a more minute in here"
-"please I'm done with this life, I wanna belong to the nothingness which I feel that I'm touching right now".
He pulled out a gun, coloured with the environment I was at, looked like it's fading, he aimed to my head and said:" follow the keys that don't open doors, which would make the old man sinking in disgust snores, follow... the piano", I was freaking out and told him "what are you doing my friend, you can't kill me, you're the only one who was there for me, you wouldn't do that", he replied and he's fading like his gun:"witness your words betray you", he shot me in the head, he shot me dead.
In the other side of the story, and the side I was facing in reality, there was a cup on a table, a cup filled with a dire future, a viscous entity waiting for any chance to intensify, it felt like my other self, I didn't feel it, but still felt like my better self.
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