Blinded by despair and anger, I went on towards the gate. Was it sorrow or anger?- Why bother asking?- This pain, this feeling, was all so familiar. This is how I was sent of to death and it seems to be the same way I am sent to life . This sorrow, this anger, which do I really feel. Is it anger?- But tears are flowing. So it is sorrow. But the ache and pounding in my chest says likewise. So both?- This is too cruel. what have I done to always be the victim?- Everything is unfair. I lived and died for naught. I swear this new life will be different. I will write my own story - an epic story - my saga.
I now walked in through the gate and familiar things began to flash in my mind. Was this, 'And my life flashes before my eyes.' But why now?- I don't want to be reminded of a life full of regret. 'Stop showing my fatherless life, getting bullied, men abusing my mom, mom's death and my brother's death.
I saw my first time meeting Hispaniola as well. It was the day I had gone to the beach with with aunt Sarah, a woman who hated my guts. She had only taken me along because her new sugar daddy liked kids and caring women especially. For the devil's butt sake, she had only taken me in after mother's death just to inherite what ever mother had left behind. What came after was just endless torcher. Physical, mental and psychological pain. I was nothing to her and she was nothing to me. In that moment a distant memory flooded my brain. On the shore I was roaming and hiding. From afar I noticed what looked like a doll, it's appearance caught my attention, 'curious', I went in for it. I got there and pulled it further from the sea then I realized she looked too real to be a doll. I thought of reporting the situation at hand but the moment I got up she held my leg. Looking at her in a white dress made her cute and vulnerable. Unable to escape this fate, I decided to hang around.
A while late, she began to squirm around and I felt uncomfortable. Sitting for so long had mad my back ache and I decided to lie down for a while. she kept moving around and stretching till she came to hug me like a body pillow. I looked at her bright face till I was lost in thought. I didn't understand how a person could have white hair and lashes. I imagined if all her hair was white or just some. Soon, she opened her eyes only to meet mine. Upon not showing any reaction I smiled back and attempted to move away but she hugged me tighter.
"What is your name?" I got to know the response. All I got was the vapid stare. So I tried again. "Where are your parents?" I received the same response. Finally she opened her mouth and I heard the strangest thing ever.
"Name me." I looked at her with confusion and she just had to clarify. "I want you to give me a name." I kept looking into her jovial eyes with confusion. Her big smile just made everything just perfect. I thought she considered everything a game so I nodded thinking of a possible name for her. Then it finally hit me.
"How about- Hispaniola?" Upon mentioning a name after a long journey of thinking, she looked at me in silence. Maybe her indifferent expression meant that she didn't like the name. None the less, I just returned back her piercing gaze when suddenly her hair started to glow. The light was so bright and beautiful but it was also shocking and scary. I passed out but next when I woke up, it seemed to have been just two minutes ago. Waking up, seeing her again, the fear seemed to have vanished. I felt so attached and mixed with her like we were one. It was weired but a stranger seemed to have been with me from birth. All we kept doing was returning gazes. I really wanted to break the eye contact.
"Can you tell me a little about yourself?" She shook her heard vigorously.
"Max." She said with some shyness. "Can...can you say my name again." At first I remained silent for a while. I didn't remember giving her my name. I just brushed it off thinking it was a lucky guess. We both sat up then I placed my right hand on her hair. It was so soft it felt like holy cotton. I smiled as I have her what she wanted.
"Hispaniola, share with me a bit about yourself please." Her face glew with happiness then she began to slowly bring her head down onto my lap as she laid. She began to talk, talking about things which appeared as myths to me. She spoke of the Supreme, the gods, a the multiple worlds filled with many races and species, many being a and even her home, the Seven cities of the oceans which most worlds have in common and are connected. She chatted on and on that we lost track of time. By the time I had returned back to reality, I saw the moon instead of the sun. I saw flashes of lights approaching then it struck me they were probably a search party. I interrupted her chatter by placing a finger on her lips. I told her they were coming to save me but she didn't seem happy. She got up and pointed at the sea or maybe she pointed at the point where the sky touches the sea. In all she had her own plan as she began to walk towards the sea. When her foot touched the sea, I watched as her steps caused the sea to slowly swallow her up and she disappeared. The search party found me and it seemed like I was lost for three days. I always thought our encounter was a dream, with time got to know it was. Afterwards things happened.
White light dissipated from my eyes as my distant memory ceased to play.
'The past no longer matters, but with this second chance I will be the embodiment of my desires. This time will be different. This time is the dawn of my story- my new life.' He thought as he waited for what fate decides for him.