Where am I? That was the first thought I had when I regained consciousness. I had an inkling of the kind of situation I was in but being sure wouldn't hurt anyone now, would it?
I tried moving but a sense of vertigo hit me the moment I tried feeling my limbs. Is this place dark or are my eyes closed? Saying I was confused by my predicament would be a gross understatement as I could feel my body but at the same time my body feels weird(?).
Picking up my thoughts, I tried another movement. Not the instantaneous movement of stretching my limbs but shaking my body to see if I could move or if I was restrained. I could but albeit small movements as my head hurts once I tried pushing myself harder.
While trying to move, a sense of fatigue hits me but I struggle to stay awake. This wasn't the time to fall asleep not after waking up after god-knows how long. Brimming with determination, I manage to stave off sleep for now as I tried moving again. No dice huh, I lamented.
Not still giving up, I continued trying but didn't have any luck no matter how hard i shook myself until i managed to bump into something.
I'm pretty sure I'm screaming right now which is weird because for some reason my mouth doesn't move but whatever the case may be wasn't stopping me from freaking out.
Getting a hold of myself, I tried feeling the stump I felt before and soon came to the conclusion that I had no arms . Yup! I'm a fetus alright and I'm absolutely certain that I'm in here with another child hopefully it's one of the others because it would kinda suck if I'm in this alone.
After feeling low from the high of being inside a womb(again), I tried processing what led me to this fucked up situation which would find itself at the top 5 weirdest things I've ever experienced. Based on the uniqueness of the situation, I think it has a solid chance of making top 3 with No. 2 being it highest rank. My condition would need to either evolve or deteriorate if it ever thought of claiming the top position. Not to brag but I've seen some weird fucked up shit in my life.
While I was mulling over the fact that i was going to be born again, Haha, and laughing over the irony of it, I felt something weird entering into my body and it felt refreshing. Basking in the feeling that almost made it seem like i was high on narcotics i couldn't help but lose consciousness.
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Waking up like every other day, I got up and let out a loud yawn. Walking to the window I yanked open the curtain letting in the resplendent rays of the morning sun at the same time wincing at the splitting headache assaulting my brain. Hangover's a bitch.
Yesterday, I and a few of my college friends went drinking and throwing out some of the fucked up memories we made during the last decade all the way into 2:00am. Yeah! Nothing beats a good drink with your college buddies. Well it would have been perfect if not for the fact that I had a seminar to attend as a guest speaker around 10:00am. The most fucked up part was that said friends were also attending as guest speakers. College changes you in the most craziest of ways. Never forget that.
Going to the bathroom, I did a quick round not taking more than fifteen minutes to get from a hungover drunk to a prim proper man with a neatly trimmed beard, brown eyes sitting atop a pointed nose and a well sculpted face with a head full of black curly hair. I wasn't blessed with an olympian physique nor a face of a model but I did look good for a guy at 32 if I do say so myself and there was nothing narssisistic about it. Leaving the bathroom I put on a black suit and tie to match a pair of black shoes.
Looking at the mirror, I couldn't help but wonder how much I've changed. Back in highschool and college I wasn't exactly what you would call an ideal student. I got into trouble with my teachers alot, had tons of piercings on my lips, ears and nose and always wore black. With droopy eyes and black nails and wore rings and necklaces with skulls on it, I looked like an emo punk. Yeah, really did some weird stuff back in my day.
What made me change? Like hell I know. It could be because I had a girlfriend at that time, or was it because I wanted to hang out with some crazy dudes(aka my friends), or maybe it was because my dog died. Looking back there wasn't really any impetus that provoked a change in me or maybe I just got through my rebellious phase? I think that was it because I remember waking up one morning and tossing all my gothic stuff into a box and stowing them away. Thinking about it now, that was weird.
Well I can't really complain as socializing with people helped me out alot. I completed my studies, went abroad for my Masters two years ago, got myself a nice job with sufficient income plus a gorgeous girlfriend to booth. We actually broke up 6 months ago because she got a new job outside the country and I wasn't into the long distance relationship and in my defense neither was she. I wasn't in a slump after the breakup if you're wondering. Nah, cause we still talk even after all that stuff. I think I sent her a picture of me drinking yesterday. Oh! Speak of devil and he shall appear.
@Stacey [I thought you said you had a lecture thingey tomorrow, why in gods hell are you getting drunk with Ronnie no less… Don't both of you have a …]
Yup still the same old Stacey.
Quiting my trip down memory lane, I picked up my keys and left my apartment.
Waking into my garage, I'm greeted with the sight of 4 sleek black convertibles. Did I mention that I'm still into black?
Getting into a car, I zoomed off towards the venue which was a 20 minutes drive from my house.
On getting there, I saw Ronnie(?). That bastard was full of smiles that made me question if he was as hungover as I was. Looking as his face brimming with energy, I was inclined to think he was faking it.
I came down and walked towards him and saw who he was talking to. Crap!
The moment I thought of making my escape, Ronnie turned towards me and started waving. Left with no choice, I walked up to him and greeted him with a simple handshake - bro style. Turning to my left I stretched out my hand to the man he was talking to and adopted a formal greeting.
"Good to see you again Mr. Hopsin" I greeted with a smile. Yup! Ronnie was totally faking it.
"Oh, if it isn't Cross! How have you been kiddo?!"
Cross. That was me. Stefan Cross
Age 32, height 6"8, status - single, job - marketer. That was me in a nutshell.
And the person who made me smile on this beautiful morning was none other than my college math lecturer, Mr. Kirk Hopsin. Mr. Hopsin was what you would called my bane of existence. He was someone who made college hell to me intentionally or not and he always had this stupid smile on his face while doing it.
While we made some back and forths, I felt someone tapping my shoulder. Looking sideways I caught sight of someone who made my insides jittery. Cassina Stones, my college girlfriend. Well, looking at the ring on her finger made me throw all thoughts of flirting to the back of my head.
We all greeted her while I was surprised to see her for she wasn't a guest speaker - maybe she was part of the audience.
While we lost ourselves in talking about our time in college, most of my friends already arrived and they joined us making our group quite noticeable as we were laughing pretty loud and somewhere along the line Mr. Hopsin went out and came back with a boy who he claimed to be his.
I don't know if he was lying because I couldn't for the love of me connect someone who was synonymous with the word devil to this bundle of cuteness. I think maybe they grow their horns and tail as they get older but the boy had big round black eyes, freckles on his chubby cheeks and was dressed in a suit and tie which made him adorable.
Hopefully curses aren't real, because the amount of curses that was stacking up this kids head like lego bricks made me doubtful of him having a good time in school all because of his father's tyranny back in college. Yeah, we made sure to curse at least seven of his generation.
As I was giving my condolences to poor kid we were informed of the seminar starting soon as I was guided to the podium not knowing every step I took would change my life.