THE PSYCHO JOKER wanna be left.
My body shifted, a calming sensation washing over as the pain disolved as if it wasn't there.
I sat up, cold floor beneath me, my butt cold as well. I wanted the jaws of hell to swallow me up.
Deep down, now, after being assaulted by that deranged man.
I realised.
I wasn't dreaming.
I was in another body.
A reality that set in hard like a car crash hitting me directly, my anger rising in my body.
I trembled.
Then yelled with the might of ten thousand men and women, "Fuck you world!"
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For the next few hours, I spent thrashing my self around the bathroom, crashing my body against the walls. Trying to feel anything.
Weirdly, my broken bones healed. My dislodged limbs popped back into place.
The blood that bled from my mouth disappeared mysteriously.
I even tried stabbing myself with broken glass. Yes, I had smashed a couple of things. The once luxurious bathroom was disastrous, as if a tornado tore through it.
I was trying.
Trying anything to leave.
But I was here.
In a different woman's body.
In a different world.
Fear pieced my bones and my mind felt weak.
I didn't know what I could do.
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After crashing out as the kids say, a weird calmness washed over me like a calming wave caressing me on a beachside.
I had only felt this type of feeling three times in my life.
When I had smashed a bottle over my abusive fathers head.
When I decided to go out guns blazing with my high school bullies.
And when I was arrested for crushing my sisters ex finances arm with a bat in self defence.
Now I felt it again here. I took a deep breath, and in tattered clothing yet a body fully healed, I strode out of the disastrous room.
"Done with your tantrum?" The man spat, legs crossed as he floated in the air like a immortal cultivator in meditation.
"I demand you tell me," I spat, stomping over to him. A weird realisation settled had into me earlier, as if the truth that could not be broken by any negative thoughts.
I would heal from all injuries. All broken bones. All fatal wounds. I would survive. Like a cockroach. I would come back to life even if a giant stomped on me.
I would grow stronger at every defeat.
"Why I'm here." I steeled my gaze into him. Something heavy slammed onto me, something spiritual and non tangible.
I was crushed to my knees, like a servant bowing to their king.
This man was not my king.
"Tell me!" I roared, despite facing the ground. "Tell me why you fucking kidnapped me you psycho."
Tears poured from my eyes as I resisted with my meager strength.
"Tell me." I slammed a fist on the ground, blood pouring from my lips onto the floor beneath me. "Please."
The heavy oppressive feeling vanished.
I rose, yet didn't stand, only on the floor as I looked up at the floating prick.
He looked at his nails, before looking out the window behind me. "I've said it before."
My mind clouded over. Those delusional weird words he said before?
"Save the world?" I muttered.
He nodded.
"Save your own fucking-"
Slap.
My jaw unhinged as I flew to the floor like a weak beaten woman, blood splattering again out of me.
It disappeared as soon as it came.
My eyes twitched. Fury, indescribable cold rage brewed inside of me.
Yet, that weird feeling of calm washed over me again.
"Why should I?" I spoke, my jaw moving back into place.
I turned to look at him. "Why should I help you?"
"Because," the man snorted. "If you don't."
He gazed down at me like an insect. "I will destroy yours."
I crawled onto my knees, standing up weakly. Swaying side to side like a mindless zombie, I taunted, "If you can't save your own, how can you destroy mine?"
Something indescribable washed over the man's face, he opened his mouth.
"I'm not weak," I spat, readying for his strike, putting my hands up like a boxer. "You are. For not saving you own fucking world."
That switched something inside of him, because in an instant, my mind went blank. Darkness snapping me up like a shark swallowing my body whole.
For the second time in this world.
I was crushed to the ground, brains splattering on the floor.
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I arose like a skeleton to a necromancer. This time not on the ground again, but in my bed, in a new set of clothes.
My eyes twitched. Not only was he a psycho, he was a pervert.
"Our souls share a link." the man annoying voice came out from beside me. He was still floating. "And with this unfortunate connection, I can hear all thoughts directed at me."
Die.
"I've already welcomed that."
Shove a stick up your ass.
"…"
Something cold clasped my ankle and I saw the sky again. Was I flying? Yes. Through a window.
Glass shattered from the impact of my hard head, wind whistling in my ear as I descended like a wingless bird. The colour of blues and greens rushing around me.
I crashed onto earth floor like a meteor, my body tumbling as if I was a highway tumbleweed, blood seeping from wounds and mouth like a dog with rabies.
Sadly, I didn't blank out again. I was in pain though.
Major pain.
Ha.
Major pain. That was a good movie.
My broken body watched the clear sky above me. Clouds rolled along like trains travelling across the land. Birds flapping and swaying trees branches.
A wind tickled my face, and earthen floor touched my bare back.
I could hear crickets, a continuous sound like tintinitus, except more rhythmic. Natures symphony I guess.
After a while, the feeling in my toes came back.
I moved my sore body and slowly sat up.
Though healed, my body was battered with dirt and my clothes were wrecked. I probably looked like a woman escaping from a institution.
I looked up to where I was thrown. Out of a second story house in a field. It was a cottage, surrounded by gardens, and small stream. Butterflies and insects buzzed around the place.
It was pretty nice looking, like a place I would see on Pinterest that I would save to my aesthetic folders.
I took a step backwards.
Then another.
Swivelled my body around.
And ran.
As fast as I could.
I was a cheetah.
Trees blurred past me, twigs, rocks and earth crunched under my bare feet. Branches whipped my face, wind whistling in me ear in a ferocious tune.
With my burning lungs, my legs moved as fast as I could.
I needed to go somewhere.
Anywhere.
Away.
Far away from that man.