It’s a Crazy World
Have you ever had a strange day happen to you? I mean, like, really, really strange? Well, let me tell you about one of the strangest days of my life. It was the day I met the P.D.; and no, that doesn’t stand for what you think it does.
You see, I was just minding my own business, reading some comic books on my bed. When, completely out of nowhere a portal just opened up in my bedroom. That’s right, IN my bedroom. I didn’t even have pants on. So I jumped up, pulled my pyjama trousers on and grabbed my inflatable bat, because it’s the only weapon the group mother would allow me to have. I stood there, ready for anything. Aliens, monsters, time travelers. But I wasn’t prepared for … Peter Pan? It reminded me of the day I first arrived at the group home. I was like a gritty darker version of myself, I call him ‘Dark Knight Kiya’.
‘I've stared death in the face so often that I've lost count. And I've yet to experience why. Why did I survive? Why me? If nothing in life works for me and no one wants to be near me, why me? Why not someone happier? Someone more loved? Someone more successful? Why me? What can I do, but fail? I’ve asked myself these questions so often that I’ve lost count of where the questions start and I begin. Seems to be a recurring thing, losing count. I’ve lost count of the betrayals by friends, the continuous streak of bad luck, the unreceived love from those of whom you’d expect would love you, like my parents and siblings before the accident. No one told me that life would be easy, nor did I expect it to be. But another thing nobody told me anything about was how cruel it would be. How cruel humans would be. How cruel adults would be’.
God, I was so dark back in my younger days. So dramatic. It’s a good thing I got over that. Now I’m happier. Because I made a vow with myself, to never grow up. To never become an adult, like all the others. To stay me, to remain free spirited, and that’s why I couldn’t stop laughing when Peter Pan exited the portal that had opened up in my bedroom. Was it destiny? Or is it just God mocking me? Peter looked at me in a funny way, as if his face meant to say; ‘What are yóú doing here?’.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”, I asked him. “You know this is mý room, right?”. He didn’t answer, just stared at me. “Do you talk?”, I ask him rudely, I quickly apologised for my town and that’s when he spoke for the first time.
“I knew I took the right portal”, he mumbled, mostly to himself. “Then you have to be the one”, he stared at me intensely. For a second I was afraid he’d start kissing me, but luckily his mouth decided to speak words instead. “You must come with me, to my world”, he said, reaching out his hand to me.
As I stood there like a dumbfounded buffoon, I caught myself thinking; ‘Well, that’s not that much better than kissing, is it?’.