1044: Chapter 27

I felt I was getting closer to a resolution. I knew after the experience I’d just had that I wasn’t going to see Aril again.

I understood now.

My door opened. Alice walked in.

“Are you all right?” she said. “I had a bad feeling.”

“Yes, I’m fine,” I said, uncharacteristically calmly.

“Are you sure?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said.

Silence fell between us. I looked at her.

Alice. My sister. My little sister. She shouldn’t be here, and yet here she was, standing before me as if it was perfectly natural. I knew that she couldn’t really be here, and I was starting to question everything I’d experienced.

But for now, she was here. Looking at me. Her eyes were on me, and right now it felt as if they were looking right through my body and into my soul.

“What?” I asked. Her constant gaze was starting to make me feel a bit uncomfortable. Still she stared.

“Come with me,” she said. “I need to show you something.” She reached out her hand.

I took it.

The static sound again, and my room was gone.

Once again, I was back on the bridge, standing in the middle of the road. Alice was in front of me. She was within arm’s reach, but she’d never felt so far away.

“Why are we here again?” I asked.

“Again?” she said.

“Yes, again,” I said. “I seem to keep coming back here.”

“Perhaps it means something,” she said, mysteriously, but didn’t elaborate. She just turned away from me to face the side of the bridge. I had a bad feeling.

I wanted to walk towards her, but found myself rooted to the spot. I just watched as she took a step forward, then another. She looked like she was in a trance.

“Alice,” I said.

“Yes?” she asked, turning her head to face me. She stopped walking.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Bringing this to an end,” she said. “This is what you want, isn’t it?”

“No,” I said.

“Don’t lie to me,” she said. “I know you want to put all this behind you and move on.”

The bad feeling got worse. I felt like I’d been punched in the stomach.

“No, I…” I began. She turned away and took another step towards the edge of the bridge. She had come to the side of the road and was about to step onto the pavement.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

“Stop,” I said, meekly.

She did so, and her head turned to face me again.

“Why?” she asked.

I said nothing. I couldn’t think of an answer. Why should she stop? I had no right to control her.

She turned away again, and took another step forward. Now she was on the pavement.

“Stop,” I said again, a little more strongly than before. Again she stopped, and turned to me.

“Why?” she asked again.

“Because I don’t want you to,” I said.

“That’s not true,” she said. “You want this to end. You want me out of your life.”

“No,” I said.

Again she turned away, and again she took another step. By now she was at the barrier at the side of the bridge, and I knew that if I made any more mistakes she’d be mounting the barrier and possibly–

“Stop!” I said forcefully. Again she did so; again her head turned to face me.

“Why?” she asked again.

“Because this isn’t how I want it to end,” I said.

She smiled.

“Now we’re getting somewhere,” she said.

There was a flash of light, and suddenly Alice was replaced by Laura. She leaned back against the barrier of the bridge and grinned at me with an expression that made my skin crawl. This wasn’t the Laura I knew — or was it?

“Say it again,” she said.

“This isn’t how I want it to end,” I said again without hesitation. “This isn’t the way it should end.”

“Isn’t it?” she asked. “Why not?”

“Because it’s not right!” I asked. “There’s no reason to it!”

“No, there’s not,” she said. She didn’t elaborate.

I wanted to walk towards her and — I didn’t know what I’d do when I got to her. But it was irrelevant; still my feet were rooted to the floor, and all I could do was watch.

There was no reason to all this. There was no reason to what had happened. There was no reason as to why I was the one who was still alive and yet–

“No, there’s not,” she’d said.

Wait. Was this…

“Chaos,” I muttered under my breath.

“Good!” said Laura, giving me a condescending slow clap as she walked towards me.

“I’ll beat you,” I said, not entirely convincingly.

“You’ll beat me?” she — it? — said with a mocking tone in her voice. “You’ll beat me? You’re the one who brought me here.”

I was stunned into silence for a moment. What was she talking about?

“But you’re Laura,” I said. “Aren’t you?”

“And who is Laura?” she asked. She’d walked right up to me by now, and pressed her body against mine. It was an exciting sensation that made my skin tingle, but I couldn’t think about that now. “Who is this girl?”

She stepped back and gestured at her body with a rather grand flourish.

“Who is Laura?” she asked again. “Who is this girl so precious to you?”

“She’s–” I stopped and amended my statement, though I didn’t know what was accurate any more. “You’re my friend. My only friend.”

“Are you sure about that?” she asked, a smile creeping up the corners of her mouth again.

“Yes,” I said, though my voice made it plenty clear that I wasn’t really sure.

“How did we meet?” she asked, moving close to me, putting her face right in front of mine. I could lean forward and kiss her right now if I wanted to.

“What?” I said.

“I said, how did we meet?” she said. “If I’m so precious to you, surely you must remember that.”

I looked into her eyes. My skin crawled again, but at the same time I felt excited. A combination of fear and eroticism that wasn’t altogether unpleasant, but–

“I don’t remember,” I whispered. It was true. It had been bothering me, recently, and there was apparently no sense in hiding anything from Laura, or whatever this thing that looked like her, was.

“No,” she said. “You don’t. Do you know why?”

She leaned her head over my shoulder and whispered into my ear.

“There is no reason,” she whispered.

Suddenly, she was gone from next to me, and standing in the middle of the road again. I swallowed.

“There’s no reason,” I repeated.

It was starting to make a twisted sort of sense. Why all this was happening. What Aril, and Laura, and Alice all wanted from me — or, more accurately, what I wanted from them.

“There is no reason,” I said again. Was that true? Could I accept that fact?

“Yes,” she said.

“There is no reason,” I repeated, like a mantra. “There is no reason. There is no reason. There is no reason!”

“There is no reason for what?” she asked finally.

I closed my eyes, and felt tears welling up in them. I took several deep breaths; in, out; in, out. I shivered and clenched my fists. Then I opened my eyes and stared at Laura — or whatever she really was.

“There is no reason that I’m the one who was able to walk away while Alice and my parents didn’t,” I said after a pause that felt like it was years in length.

“That’s right,” she said in a low voice, walking towards me. She grabbed my collar. “There is no reason. That is the essence of chaos. And that is what you are coming to understand. Am I wrong?”

Was she right? Was there really no reason? Was it just fate? No, that’s a reason. Destiny? No; another word for fate. Luck? Perhaps. Karma? No.

Chaos?

“Yes, you see it now,” she said in a harsh whisper. “There is no reason. You can work and work and work to be the best you can be, but still there are times when everything is beyond your control. Times when you cannot predict the future. Times when everything seems without reason. Those times really are without reason. That is chaos. That is the way of the world. That is what you need to accept.”

I closed my eyes.

I could see it. The smashed, mangled wreckage. The broken window through which I made my escape.

The bodies.

I was the one who had survived. I was the one who had escaped. Was that enough? Would that take away the guilt I felt?

I had left them behind. What I’d done was unforgivable. I’d left them to–

I opened my eyes again. Both Laura and Alice were standing before me, both oddly expressionless.

My body was still motionless, but something was different. Could I move?

I took a step forward. Yes, I could.

I turned towards the barrier on the bridge and walked forward. I stopped after a couple of steps and looked over my shoulder at Alice and Laura. They were still standing completely motionless, staring into the distance.

Whatever Laura, Chaos, or whatever she was had said, I wasn’t sure I could accept her words. I couldn’t just eradicate my guilt by accepting that “shit happens,” which is basically what she was saying.

The accident may have been the work of random chance — of chaos — but my response to it was not.

A sudden flash of light. I glanced over my shoulder and Laura was no-longer there. Alice still stood staring into the distance, though. I turned back to the barrier. Just moments earlier I’d been watching Alice walking slowly towards this barrier; now it was my turn. Something was trying to push me over the edge here. Literally.

I felt myself climbing up onto the barrier — by now, my body felt like it was moving on autopilot. I stood on the side and once again looked down into the murky black miasma below.

I wouldn’t be coming back from that. There would be no return from it.

Should I?

I weighed up my options, feeling oddly rational about the whole thing. I pictured Aril’s face in my mind as I contemplated.

If I fell now, no-one would mourn me. There was no-one left to mourn me. My parents and sister were — well, I’d left them behind, and that guilt stayed with me, making me feel physically sick.

On the other hand, something else was telling me that if I fell now, there would be no answers, no resolution. Just an ending from which there would be no return.

Did I want that? It was certainly the easy option. Was it worth sticking around to try and find those answers, though? Did they even exist? Or was this another example of Laura’s — Chaos’ — “there are no reasons”?

I didn’t know.

That loneliness I felt constantly kept gnawing at me, though. That feeling that if I were to jump right now and never be seen again, no-one would know; no-one would care.

“What makes you think that?” said Alice’s voice softly behind me. I held on to the bridge support and looked over my shoulder. She was facing me. “I care.”

“Do you?” I asked. “Do you care?”

“Yes,” she said. “I care.”

“Then prove it,” I said.

“How?” she said.

“Say it,” I said. “You saved me once before by saying it. Say it again.”

There was a pause, and she looked down at the floor. I swallowed.

She looked back up at me, her eyes wide.

“Joshua,” she said.