Hey guys, welcome on my DA account.
My name is SirJestahLot knighted by the queen of Knittingham but that's not important as of right now.
I'm a simple guy with a simple wish (taking over the world with Michelin rated restaurants) but for now I guess i'll write some stories which is something I truly enjoy.
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One day I woke up in a grim world where all I could see was darkness.
Someone’s light has the potential to save someone but it can also dim it…
I met an emotionless girl, if logic had a vast form surely it would look like her.
“Do you believe in yourself”? --
-- “Yes I do”
“What makes you so sure?” --
-- “I just do”
“What makes you so sure?” --
-- “I need to explain myself?”
-- “Are you done?”
-- “Why did you go quiet?”
“Your beliefs and dreams are false” --
-- “What?, no, I can do -- anything”
“If that’s true why do I exist?” --
It hasn’t been long since that conversation yet I still sit here, writing down whatever I feel like and not a care in the world.
She sometimes visits my dreams but doesn’t talk, and whenever I try to look at her she disappears. The lights go out and she only soon after stands right in front of me shushing me.
“Will you actually act like the adult you’re supposed to be and come to bed?” I heard her yell behind me. “Yeah yeah, just one more round of Overwatch and I’ll be joining you shortly”.
“Sure” she sarcastically replied. “Just like you told me you’d take out the trash?”
“Geez woman, leave me alone will you” I thought to myself. I used to chuckle at the thought of me ever getting married but now it was different.
“Don’t worry miss Van Diemen, your strong and brave husband will take care of your in just a minute” I said with an overconfident tone.
“I’ll be counting on you then mister competent” she replied.
A few minutes later I stood up and looked at my wife. How did I end up marrying such a beautiful girl?
Funny thing was that this same girl used to tease me for the same weird quirks that she now somehow adores. She had dozed off and I decided if I stared even more she might wake up because of it. I headed downstairs towards towards the trashcan. While I walked I happily whistled along to the theme song of Mr. Ed. I don’t know why but there was something about that show that I really liked.
I got down the stairs and walked into our living room. We were not rich by any means but we did live life the best we could. I entered the kitchen and noticed that there was a post-it note on top of the trash can. What is that? I grabbed the post-it and it read “for my overconfident hubby~”.
This woman… can she see the future or something?
Continuing whistling I opened the door to the outside door that like always greeted me with a gushing blow of cold chill air.
“Let’s just get this over with as soon as possible and get back to being the Winston main I always aspired to be” I said to myself.
The trees whistled and just out of my sight thought I could see something- no someone.
I rubbed my eyes and looked again. Nothing. Whatever it may have been was gone now.
That’s what I get for playing too much videogames huh…
That night I went back to bed on which my wonderful wife had already dozed off on.
I immediately fell asleep but something kept bothering me that night. What was that figure that I saw?
That next morning I woke up next to my wife which I found strange.
I’m usually up way later than her and I wondered why. What kind of exhausting stuff has she been up to. “Good morning madam” I said with a sleepy voice while gently shaking her left shoulder. She didn’t respond though. “Earth to waifu?” I repeated.
She still didn’t respond though. I tried opening her eyes myself but only got greeted by some kind of muscle reflex and let go immediately because I was afraid I might hurt her.
At the same moment a wave of negative thoughts and scenarios bombarded my mind.
I started sweating and out of reflex I started listening to her heartbeat.
Fuck, this is not good. I need to get her out of here as soon as possible.
Without any further thought grabbed her, rolled her up in her blanket and ran her downstairs towards the car.
“You are not allowed to die on me, please don’t leave me” was the only thought that went through my mind. I gently yet impatiently seated her in the back seat of my car and raced off to the nearest hospital. Without any care for my own car or life I went straight through red lights. The noise of traffic being forced to brake was nothing compared to what I felt and what the consequences of my actions could be. I was four blocks down already and at this pace it would only take about 10 minutes before I had reached the hospital. I looked at my wife in the backseat looking as lifeless as I found her.
“Hang in there, I’ll take care of this. So please, just a little while longer”. I had looked at her maybe a little too long because as soon as I to the road again like I should have I was greeted by “man” logo. I tried braking but it was already too late. The truck hit my car at full force and a stinging pain made me lose conscious.
“K-Kimberly” I said with a cracked weak voice raising my hand towards the steering wheel.
I woke up in a hospital bed.
“He woke up” I heard a female voice yell. Who was this? I faintly remembered but before I had time to try and recall why I was in what seemed to be a hospital going by its interior a woman had jumped me and the same stinging sensation overcame me.
Doctors tried holding her off but stopped doing so. They either stopped caring or understood was what I could think of it.
“You really are a sleepy head aren’t you?” She said with a glossy face, tears streaming down her cheeks as if it had suddenly started raining. And yet she smiled.
“E-Excuse me, but who would you be?” I asked her.
“You say you’re competent but you sure do forget about your wife quick” she replied. The smile on her face was warm and kind.
“Oh, you must not remember” a doctor interrupted, “you and your wife decided to go for a walk one day and a drunk truck driver almost hit you. Just as Kimberly was about to get hit you pushed her out of the way. You’re lucky you’re still alive”
“But” I replied while looking at Kimberly, “the Kimberly that I knew had silk black hair and had no wrinkles on her face.
She starting tearing up again and stared at me.
“You sleepy head”