I sat there in silence for a few moments before I heard a knock on the door.
"Oh, you're awake..." I flipped my head towards the voice. Of course, it was her.
"Freyaa," I said glaring at her. “What did you do?”
"I haven't done anything~” She said in a singsong tone as she waved her hands hesitantly. I refused to drop my gaze. "Calm down, ok?" She made a cheap fake smile and patted my head.
The shadows beneath my feet began to gather strangely, forming wisps of smoke like projections that slowly rose around me. I panicked and the shadows seemed to mimic my anxiety. I was quick to realize that these shadows were behaving much like a manifestation of my own being.
“Did you honestly expect me to believe that?” My agitation rapidly degrading to something more like despondency. The shadows followed suit.
"Well..." Freyaa trailed off.
“And you wonder why I don’t trust you.” I said putting on my glasses.
"Oh, lighten up. At least you aren’t missing any limbs” As if having extra limbs was any better. Could I even call these things limbs? Whatever it was, it’s a part of me that much I can tell.
“Please tell me you’re joking.” I sighed.
A small chuckle escaped her before she stated, “I’m sure you’ll be fine.” It was as if she was convincing herself more than me.
“So… What is this?” I asked pointing to the shadowy smoke-like projection. When I tried to poke it, it just moved itself away. Since I was clearly not going to get an answer from her; I figured it was up to me to figure this out on my own. When I attempted to grab it, it split into two parts avoiding my grasp. “Is it even tangible?” While it appeared much like smoke, it seemed to have structure and moved in a very meticulous manner. I swatted at a particularly dense section but it continued to evade my grasp. Just when I think I’ve made contact with it, “Wha?” It slapped my glasses right off my face. “Hey!” I yelped holding my cheek. I couldn’t quite tell if it had a mind of its own or if it was just mirroring my actions.
Everything felt strange all of a sudden, this feeling of disconnect was magnifying. The shadows began to latch onto my face as if they were trying to get inside my head. “Get off of my face.” I looked to Freyaa who seemed just as clueless as I was. There was no pain as the shadows seemed to merge with my head, “Eh?” I questioned releasing the tension I had built up in an attempt to endure it. I was expecting much worse. The strange feeling of disconnect left me and I felt a sense of normalcy I had not felt the entire time I’ve been awake.
I was a bit dazed for a while. Trying to understand what had just happened was far beyond my scope. It was difficult to keep a grasp on reality. Was that part of me that had become detached from my own body? Was that me in the first place was I even in my own body until now? It didn’t make sense, I couldn’t even conceptualize it. But it was there, this happened, for now the only solution is to ignore it and try to ground myself.
When I finally came to my senses I sighed again and made my way to my closet. This entire morning felt like it consisted of nothing but sighing and the usual defeatist atmosphere that comes around whenever Freyaa’s done something off the wall. I slowly proceeded to put on a collared shirt, I didn’t really know which way I wanted to present today but I also had a vague feeling I had a meeting today. Did I have a meeting? What was today’s date even? I didn’t want to think about it just yet. The first shirt I picked is good enough. “Please tell me that was supposed to happen…”
“I haven’t the slightest.” Freyaa said cheerfully writing some things down on her clipboard. “It seems I have to run more tests than planned.”
“NO WAY!!” I snapped at her. The poking, the prodding, the loud machinery, and claustrophobia. How about no. Considering that I am, well, whatever I am now. Shadow? Non-human? I can only imagine what other testing she has in mind.
“But it’s important.” She begged.
“Not happening.” I stated flatly as I grabbed my lab coat. I don’t care how important it is, I’m not going through her ‘testing’ ever again.
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