It’s Lonely Here in the Other World.
My body is whooshed through space and my chest feels funny and oh great I need to... urgh. Hurl. I lay nestled in a pile of garbage bags, and boy if that doesn't make my impeding nauseau any worse. I quickly skitter up and brush off the seat of my pant. No thank you. Not today.
Okay, let's not panic. Just take notes of our surrondings. Dark, brick, alley. Smells like it is drenched in urine. And that guy over there, who is clearly just taking a smoke break, looks like he just saw a ghost, the devil incarnate, and his previous seven exes all in one spot. Give him a wave, he'll be useful for information. Yep, just start moving over slowly, give him a nice smile. And he is frozen their like an ice pop.
"Hey," I start out. He squeaks and smothers his cigarette under his sole letting the ashes smolder out like the dust of a dying pixie, "where am I?"
Instead of answering he bolts. Clearly the non-confrontational type, defintely ran away from his seven previous relationships. I wait a couple moments and set my hair straight, and then walk out. When I walk out I see to my suprise my favorite take out place.
I walk to the resturant and gape at the sign. People are pushing past me as I stand their in the middle of the sidewalk, looking at the Noodle Shanghai sign flashing above me. I was just on my way to home on the subway and now I'm here.
I'm at least 17 blocks closer than I was 30 seconds ago. I'll even be home earlier. Except I don't have my wallet, phone, or keys. I'm going to need to get that train, or a phone. Something to contact them to explain all of this weird teleportation thing.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
This is Day 29.
I didn not teleport. I travelled through universes, and here my friends don't know me and my parent's hate me. I recovered my phone and got all these contacts. But I just don't know them, and I've been getting calls from work. So I went there, but I don't know how to do the job. I've been faking it as I go. Thankfully my boss seems impressed or at least understanding. But with the contacts I've been just to scared to contact them. They would notice that I don't know them that well. And some of them are getting pretty upset that I'm not contacting them.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The door rang, and I trembled as I opened it. I felt sick when I opened the door to an unfamilar face.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
At first this was an oppurtunity to start a new, but now it is a curse. I'm stuck in this unfamiliar world, missing the wonderful life I used to have.