Journey

As I mentioned before I was missing a week. No, it wasn't that I didn't remember what happened. I was teleported. It felt that my entire being was rip apart. I felt my mind going haywire, revisiting past experiences, future endeavors and my present circumstance. Seeing the what-if, the have-nots and each of their consequences. All in a span of a second. It was awful, but enlightening. Is that what they see everyday? I feel sorry for them.

Let me backtrack, how I landed into that predicament.I went to meet with her, my contact. I didn't know what to expect, since I didn't expect her to contact me because of last time. Regardless, which the new knowledge of my daughter's existence, I would do whatever I can to rescue her. So I meet with her in a cafe, near her home. The cafe was empty, we were the only customers.

I told her, in person this time, how sorry I was, for last time. She didn't respond. Actually, she looked under the weather. I told her about my daughter and about my blog. She didn't respond to any of it. No even a reaction. This is when I realize something was wrong. She looked too loopy, as if she was sleep-walking. I tried to snap her out of it. Then, I remember my sessions with Brandon Morris.

How it felt like a haze. A walking, living dream. I got the goosebumps, I realizes what was going on. She screamed, she hold my hand tight and said crying "I'm sorry. I can't controlled myself. This.." Then I heard that familiar smug voice, that voice that had hunted me all my life.

"Don't spoil the fun, Abby. We tried to muster your stretgh for today. Oh, well."

I was looking around to find the source of the voice. I couldn't find it, I tried to get up, but Abby (my contact) was holding me down. I could see from her face, she was trying to fight her actions.

"Leaving so soon. I wanted for you to make-up. Sheesh, louis. Fine."

He appeared in a blink of an eye. He sat beside us. I said, "Dante." He looked at me confused, as if I was wrong. He then started laughing and he said, "You have meet him. Hmmm, interesting. You are advancing quite well in the pregame."

I asked, "Are you him?" He responded, "No. We are Legion." He was avoiding the question. I asked again. As if something snap from him, "Dante and myself are not one and the same. At least, not this far back." I was confused, but I decided to ask him about my daughter. I saw a glimpse of humanity.
I asked, "Where's my daughter?"  He gave me a condescending smile.

He said, "She is fine. She having a hell of time. Playing, happy. You know, all that kid stuff."

I asked again, deep down I was scared shitless, but I needed to know. "Where's my daughter?"

"You shouldn't be worried about her, as much that you should be worried about yourself. Father of the decade."

He was making fun of me. I angrily asked, "Where's she?"

"Aw, great. Thick-headed. Fine. We set up this meeting, to talked about your purpose. But you do need a little leeway. "

I didn't know what he meant by that. I screamed, "I don't give a rat's ass about your stupid interpretation of my purpose. Just give me back my daughter."

"Selfish. You don't care, what happens to Abby here. You should stop being a child or a rat, screaming went they are corner. Today, you will see your daughter and see your infinite choices."

He stood up and slowly smile. I remember it was daylight, but it got dark, all of a sudden.

"Tik-tok" Multiple voice said. I was able to stand up, but I didn't wanted to leave Abby in that comatose state. So I carried her, thru the path in the woods. Hearing the trees whistle, the waves breaking and that children's laughter, I was there. I walked for about, I figured an hour in those dark, endless woods. Until I saw the only source of light. A tree, a normal tree. Nothing special about it. It was just a tree. A tree with a swing. A figure playing with it.

I couldn't believe it. It was my daughter, Clara. She was happy. I was shocked, but I knew where I was. I knew there was a catch. I walked slowly towards her, carrying Abby with me. I never felt so close to her, my Clara, I don't know since when. Finally, reach her. I started to cry. She looked at me.

She said "Daddy." Those words pierce thru me, I wanted to hug her. But I couldn't, why can't I touch my daughter. She is inches away from me. I could smell her, how close I was.

Then a voice spoke, "You need to tell him." It wasn't a voice I recognize instantly, it took me a while. I remember that drunken night, it was the same voice from the TV. Doctor M. Tell who.

"Daddy, our playtime is over."

No, I thought to myself. So soon.

"Nana said I need to go. They want to talk to you."

I was forcing myself to hug her, I couldn't. She walked thru the darkness. Disappearing again from me. I heard footsteps. I knew that I wouldn't like what was walking towards me.

"It didn't occur to you, to let her behind to be able to touch your daughter." A female voice spoke

"He does have some heroic bouts, here and there. Military man." A male voice spoke.

"Too bad, he seems like fun." A girl said.

"He is weak, pathetic loser in the end." A boy said.

"HE IS TAINTED, HE COULD NEVER BE BETTER THAN AN ANT." A old man voice shouted.

"Don't be like that to him. He isn't well." An old lady sweetly said.

"Shut up. We are one. We know what he and Abby are." A British man said.

"They are guinea pigs, without realizing it."  Clara said.

It was my daughter's voice, in that jabble. Was I going insane? This couldn't be real, why would they exist? I don't daughter, do I. Why? Who are we? My mind was racing.

"It's time to show the filth, what we see in him." D said.

Then a flash of light, I barely saw a figure resembling my imaginary friend, for a split second. I felt broken into pieces. My soul crumbling apart. All the evil in me, all the good in me. My hope and my hopelessness fighting to consume the whole. I felt everything single organ in my body. It was pleasant and hurtful, constantly changing from one and the other. Everything happening was like a second, but it felt like an eternity.

I opened my eyes, I was in my bed. I looked around and I saw Abby right next to me. I was sweating, I turn the light on. I saw a note. It said "Tell him".  It was everywhere in that piece of paper. After that, I realized the date. That "journey" was a week, but it felt like hours. Abby hasn't woke up yet. Hopefully, her mind is coming back.

I don't know what to do except play into their hands. What does "Tell him" mean? To who and what should I tell to this mysterious person. I'm getting sick and tired of cryptic nonsense. I feel broken, but life goes on.