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9/23/21
I gain consciousness at the end of an outdoor bench. I am surrounded by multiple girls. 15, maybe 20. They are around my age. They are talking to each other. The collective hum created by their voices is all I can make out. The rest is gibberish. I don't care much about what they have to say, though. I am nervous. So are they. I don't no why, but I can sense it.
The only girl not talking is right next to me. I have never been able to remember what her face looked like, but I do remember her hair. It was facing me for most of the time. She had brown wavy hair. Lots of it. It reached down to her lower back. I don't remember what anyone was wearing either.
I look at my surroundings.
I am in a yellow room with a single white wall. Everything in this universe is very sunny. There are lots of windows. I get a view of the whole outside. Right in front of this little hut is a long bridge. I see people below standing and recording it. No one is on it. Why would they be watching?
I look down at my hands. I am holding two crayons. A gray one and a green one. I am drawing some sort of picture. It looks like the girl next to me.
I hear a floorboard creak from outside.
So do the rest of the girls.
They stop talking and stare at the door.
A faceless woman enters. She is holding a gun.
I am terrified. None of the other girls seem to think she will harm them.
I decide to play along with the girls and hide my fear.
This lady works fast. Some thing is urgent.
She instructs us to walk outside. When we are about to approach the bridge, she stops us at the front and starts to speak.
She address us as "HER".
She looks terrified, almost tearing up.
I'm not listening to anything she's saying;I'm too busy looking at the girl next to me. I hold her hand. She is scared. I'm about to squeeze her hand and assure her that everything is okay when the fast lady points at me. All heads spin in my direction and stop at my eyes.
I don't want to admit that I wasn't listening, so I make an agreement with myself to just play along.
The lady is in tears at this point and hands me the gun.
I don't know much about guns, but it is small. I assume it is a pistol.
She instructs me to walk along the bridge.
The second I step on, the crowd below me starts yelling.
I'm not sure if it is positive or negative feedback, but they definitely look scared. Most cowering back and hiding behind each other. I stop at the middle of the bridge and look at the instructor. The girls' eyes are filled with rage, even the one next to me from before. I am hurt.
The instructor looks insane.
She eyes look angry and excited at the same time, like she is ready for revenge.
She says one word-shoot.
The people are crying now, but for some reason they can't leave the area.
Confused, I shrug and shoot the one bullet I have at the sun.
The crowd looks overjoyed and relieved.
The counselor is stunned.
She looks so mad, I think she might kill me.
Instead she disappears. So does everything else.
I spot my mom in the crowd below, and she goes first.
I am in a void now.
All that is left is the girl from before.
She takes the pistol from out of my hand and holds it.
She looks into my eyes.
And I love her.
Through that two seconds that we gazed at each other, I lived a life with her.
Twenty, thirty, forty years.
It was so strange. I can remember about five things in particular that happened, but I do remember that I was happy the whole time.
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