One day, when we met again

I met my father again today.

The drive over to his house wasn't a very long one - I had got there in nearly an hour. However, I must've hovered outside his house for years, trying to decide whether or not to go in. I still hadn't decided whether or not I'd tell him about my job. I didn't want him to be disappointed in me...

Eventually I decided to go in. He's my father, after all... I couldn't just say I was going and then never show up.

He was really glad to see me again. We talked a lot about what I've been doing since getting out of college, and about stuff like the upcoming Olympics and the people running for president... It was nice to see him again. And we also went to the lake once more. To watch the sunset, like we did so many years before.

The whole time, Father seemed distracted, as if there was something nagging on his mind. I could see it in his eyes.

I worked up the courage to ask him what was on his mind. He said, "Well... You know how your mother has... passed away?"

I nodded, sort of guessing where he was going with this.

"Well, I've been thinking of marrying someone. In fact, they're already here. At the house. That's part of the reason why I asked you to come here. You know, to meet her."

My eyes widened in surprise. "You- she's- really- you're- she's here already?"

Father nodded. "In the attic. I set up a bed in there. I told her she could sleep in the guest room, but she was pretty dead-set on sleeping in the attic."

"Who is she? What's her name?"

"Well, she actually wanted to introduce herself in person." When I began to get up, he said, "She's sleeping right now. I wouldn't bug her right now. Don't worry, you'll see her in the morning."

That was when the sun began to set over the horizon. We turned to it, and watched the last light of day creep away, replaced by the darkness of night.

The Fire

There was a fire near the place I used to work, apparently started yesterday in the late afternoon.

Everything outside was burned to the ground - the trees, the plants, the desk I threw out the window...

They didn't say that, but I knew that's what happened.

The oddest thing is that the fire did heavy damage to the building, too. Holes were found in several places along the outside of the building, looking as if the material the building was made out of was melted away.

I'm worried that my former boss will try to blame me for arson. After all, it removed the evidence of the desk, and it happened right after I was fired.

I don't think I did it. Don't think I started the fire. But... I don't remember a lot of things that happened yesterday.

Could I have done it?

One day, when I was forced away

I was fired from work today.

I don't know what happened - one minute I was completely fine. But... then my stomach began to churn, and it felt as if there was fire in my gut, smoke tickling my throat, my skin seeming to blister, eyes watering, going bloodshot. And more than that - there was also rage. Anger. Boiling, brewing, rising disarray. I don't know what I was angry at.

My manager made the mistake of asking me to clean up my desk. It was, and I quote, an 'utter mess'. The words word out of my mouth before I had time to think anything through - "No, I don't think I will."

That was a mistake. An argument ensued - I can't even remember half of what we said, but I think there was a lot of swearing - and then the next thing I knew a desk smashed through the window and reveling in the feeling of power. Glass flung back, embedding itself in my skin. Drawing blood.

I snapped out of whatever trance I was in, and realized that my fears had come to pass.

Then, I was running home, the glass still in my skin, pain shooting through my body.

The question still runs through my head - why did I do that? What was I even thinking?

Now I'm at home, hoping that the police don't come and arrest me for property damage. My boss never actually said I was fired, but I'm assuming that's a case - why would I be allowed back after flinging a desk through a window?

Of course, they might not even believe the story - my desk was huge. It'd be pretty hard to throw it through the window.

But... the desk has to be there, on the ground. That would be hard to argue against in court.

That was one more rash action I shouldn't have done.

What am I going to tell my father?

Two Messages

I came home today to find out that I had received two emails during the course of the day. The first was from my father, and the second was from some person called 'The Chain Connector'. A fake name, obviously. I immediately dismissed it as someone trolling me, but didn't mark it as spam. Instead, I decided to read the email after I finished reading my father's.

Dearest daughter

It has been years and years since you have seen your dear father last. I, of course, have missed you. I know you're busy, what with your job and all, but I'd still like you to visit me sometime. Perhaps this weekend, if you can? I'd like to talk to you some more, if you don't mind. Thanks.

 I sent him a reply saying that of course I'd go. He's my father, after all, and I want to see him again.

Then, I looked at the second email.

THE CALL OF FERRATUS

FERRATUS IS CHAINED IN THE GROVE,
HIS FETTERS OLD AND RUSTED.
HIS WIFE, THE BURNING BRIDE,
WISHES TO REVIVE FERRATUS ANEW,
AND FORGE HIM FRESH FETTERS,
AS SHE BELIEVES THAT HE HAS LEARNED FROM HIS PUNISHMENT,
WHICH HE ENDURED IN THE GROVE OF FETTERS.
DO NOT ACCEPT THE CALL.
DO NOT VENTURE INTO THE GROVE,
LEST FERRATUS BE FREED FROM HIS CHAINS.
THE BRIDE CANNOT BE TRUSTED.

It looks like a chain email, except it didn't say to pass it on. Maybe it's part of some ARG or something?

I don't have this type of stuff. I've marked the email as spam. For some reason I feel unnerved by the email, even though I know that's just silly. I'm going to try my best to forget it.

However, it continues to nag on my mind, much like Eris. I'm sick of having to dwell on these things.

One day, when the fire of anger burned

I am not a very nice person. Indeed, people prefer to stay away from me, only talk to me when they needed to. I don't mind. I don't get lonely, don't fall into cold depression like my mother had.

I don't try to be rude. It's just that the smallest things tick me off. When those things happen, I try to stop myself from getting angry. However, it's so hard. It's like an itching along my spine, causing me to twitch and jitter. An itch I would do anything to get rid of.

Then, I just... react. I yell at people. I haven't gotten violent yet, but I'm worried that eventually I'll do something that hurts somebody. I don't want that to happen.

I've been fired from a few different places before, mostly due to my anger and a habit of disregarding authority out of spite. Currently I just work at a boring desk job. I don't have to talk to people face-to-face. And there aren't any rules other than 'do your job' and 'don't be a dick to your coworkers and superiors'.

I hope I don't get fired from this job, otherwise it might be hard for me to get another one. There are times when I think I'm not cut out from working under someone. I'd much rather do my own thing. But don't your own thing doesn't bring in any money. So, a desk job it is.

I go to work early in the morning and come home early in the afternoon. It's a pain having to wake up really early, but I like being home before it's dark out. Sometimes I like to gaze at the sun, falling back under the trance that had enchanted me so on that day at the lake.

If I could have one wish of mine granted, I would wish to be eternally bathed in light.

That's what I want.

That's my dearest wish.