10 the NOTE – Script and Artwork

Hello, right here’s the next chapter of scripting and artwork 🙂 comments always welcome 🙂 this is my favorite piece of artwork 🙂

chapter 10 – the NOTE

Now is the time, now is the time, to rise from the dark and desolate valley, now is the time. For those who hope to end the long night of their captivity, that one day, be guaranteed the inalienable rights of life, now is the time. We can not turn back, I have a dream, I have a dream, I have a dream.

All the events that had transpired came down to this note. The final sad song in an opera played by the deaf and watched by the blind. Although it felt as tacky as the song they latch onto Hollywood movies to make it a tear jerker. I was stuck in my corner of the world that had been swept under the rug. I had to see what the note said. Fighting my destiny was getting me no where, no matter what I did it played out. I might as well accept what’s in store for me now. The world watched me, making sure I ticked all the boxes. Lets see what the big picture looked like, where fear has brought me. Lets see where to put my last jigsaw piece, the last answer. Placebo, the box was a placebo. He knew I would wake up with the box, it was just a way of making me believe the nightmares were real, to take him seriously because I held it, it transcended the worlds. I thought it was that helping me retain the memories. That was an assumption, it was only a placebo. I justified it in my own mind and convinced myself. Then it gave me something to blame, I passed the buck, instead of looking at the facts, my assumption and optimism created a blind truth, the placebo effect. What happens on one world, happens on the other twelve months later, they are out of sink from each other. Just like setting all the clocks back one year, you would never know anything different if you were born into it. A symmetrical replication. Shells action’s on one world being the prototype, so twelve months later when it happens again on the other, minor details are changed to be less drastic, by the balance. A trial and error scenario, a close call. This balance is critical to the survival of existence. Now I’m banished to live in-between worlds, accessible by both, belonging to neither, I live in the grey area the messenger, between the opposites, between the red and blue, the ones and zeros, heaven and hell, I live outside of the balance my life is a loop hole. When you saw yourself from the other world it separated you from reality, this is why your conciousness can’t leave, it has nowhere to go, it jarred you from life, rejected you from everything. Now twelve months later you’ve just done the same when you were trying to escape, the cycles going to repeat, I’ve ruined the balance, it must be restored, but how? If I read the note at the beginning then I could have prevented bumping into myself, instead of assuming the box was the actual cause. I needed to restore the balance, maybe that’s why he needed my help to begin with, My very existence is detrimental to everything. I knew what I had to do, maybe it would be over soon. I had to eradicate the abnormalities, I’ll end up back in the gutter, but I’ll die content knowing I did the honourable thing. All three of us had to die, it was the only way to restore the natural order.

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