BLACK AND WHITE.

                                    

                                          
   "EVIL IS AN INESCAPABLE ENTITY,
     EVER PRESENT,
     INVARIABLY LURKING,
     ALWAYS WATCHING FROM THE SHADOWS,
      LOOKING FOR PREY."  _ FOLARIN ADEMOLA.
   I could feel the wind violently slapping against my face, and even more eccentric was the weird sensation I felt coupled with the wind, it felt unreal, the moment itself felt unreal.
       Out of curiosity and sheer panic, I opened my eyes and I confirmed what I thought- I was falling, Into what seemed to be a vacuum brimmed with darkness, vast as the eyes could see. And I was there, plunging deep into nothing at such dangerous speed, it was kind of what I fantasized skydiving to look like, but of course in a recognizable universe. However, everything here felt so intangible and eerie, almost like a nightmare, but also oddly peaceful and endless at the same time.
       Multiple questions were starting to build up in my mind, I needed to know if this was a very strange delusional episode or if I was finally demented, which would be way sooner than I calculated. There were still these questions and theories lurching in my head until I saw what seemed like white light from a distance below, the sight of it muted my thoughts for a bit, and I barely had the chance to comprehend its nature before I fell helplessly, right into it.
       And there, I was falling still, but I could now conceive where I was, it looked like Shallow Creek-it's my town's name- from my very altitudinal Bird's-eye view, but at night. The ground below looked like it was coming at me aggressively, except that the closer it was, the more familiar it looked to me, and as I took a final look at the ground below me, it came to me, 
  I am roughly fifty feet away from shattering every single bone I possess.
       I knew that death was inescapable, I've been living with that philosophy since Mother's death, but I never thought I would die with so many questions.
               " Ahh!!" I shrilled, involuntarily, almost like it was forced out of my mouth. Panic was my body's natural response to this looming fate, especially since I was either going to die or wake up from a disturbing dream in about three seconds, I tried fighting it but it was useless, there was nothing I could do to stop myself. Then just as I was about to hit the ground, in that split-second, I recognized where I was falling onto- It was my house, I was exactly about to hit the rooftop, 
      It's the night Mother was killed.
    And before I could think of anything else, reality subtly faded back into nothing.
            I was still moving very fast, but I wasn't falling anymore, this time it felt like I was subconsciously living in a different moment, I was living in a different life and the memories of that life barrelled through the front of my eyes, like flashes similar to the night Mother was murdered, I couldn't grasp what they were about, yet I could feel them, I could feel every single one of them.
      I couldn't help but feel that evil has caught up with me, somehow.
   
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     It was a long silence afterward, which eventually came to a halt as I woke, I could start moping on the dream if it even was one, but I had more things to worry about- I didn't wake in my room.