So there I was, sitting in my living room having my breakfast consisting of cake and coffee, when a giant box fell from the roof.
Now don't worry, I was completely fine, but my very expensive TV turned out to be the unlucky sacrifice of the ordeal.
After a few minutes of stunned silence, and a fit of coughs due to the dust, and then a few more minutes of grief for the fallen TV, I picked myself up and made my way towards the box to avenge the TV and vent my anger.
I didn't know why a box fell from the ceiling, but if I had to guess, I'd say it was due to an unfortunate plane mishap.
The box was sealed shut with bolts and stuff, you know, as boxes are, but there was enough debris around me to pry open the damn box, you know, the scaffolding and steel framework and whatnot.
Inside was, lo and behold, another TV! Wow, what a coincidence! But instead of sleek, new model, it was one of the old, garbage, box ones. Yeah, those.
As you can probably tell, I wasn't very excited about the trade. It seemed like a bad deal.
The dust had all but settled, revealing the box TV in all its glory. I was incredibly surprised that it surprised the fall without taking any damage. I wonder if all old things are made out of unbreakable material, kinda like a Nokia.
I cleared some of the rocks and fallen ceiling from the area so I could watch TV. What? I saw no reason to panic, nothing I could do anyway, and I wasn't hurt. Since I got a TV, I might as well watch it. Old or not, it's better than nothing.
But before I could plug it in, it started up all by itself, flickering to life. Wow, the TV might not be old afterall, maybe it's a TV of the future that gets activated if you think about turing it on...though I couldn't see a remote anywhere
...does the channel change based on thought too?
[Hello, Hello, can you hear me? This is log 1 of the unluckiest person on earth, and also my last log]
Boring. I'm still trying to change the channel with my mind, it's not working... where's the damn remote when you need it?
[I'm now standing on the roof of the highest building in my city - The Gulf Estate, and I'm planning to jump off]
Huh? Why? You're still so young! You have so much to live for! Don't jump! Now where's that remote...
[You may be asking why I'm going to end my life, if it even works...]
What do you mean, if it works? Also I'm not the least bit interested, I was watching my favourite show, and it will end soon if I don't find that remote! Just where in god's name is that thing?
[It's because my existence brings pain and suffering to all those around me]
Kid, you live long enough, and you'll bring pain and suffering to everyone no matter what. It's called life, get over it.
[If it was just a normal amount of pain then I wouldn't be acting like this. I'm not naive, I know no one's a saint that can live their life without hurting anyone. The amount of pain I cause is abnormal]
How so?
[I have tried, so many times to end my life, but I'm essentially immortal. Not that I can't get hurt or die, but rather, it's like the world refuses to hurt me. Instead, those around me suffer from bad luck so bad it almost always results in casualties]
Oh really? Now this I must hear! Tell me more, it's much more interesting than searching for a stupid remote!
[I once caused an explosion in a restaurant. It killed a lot of people, but I walked out unscathed, from the molten rubble, like it was nothing]
Are you bragging?
[I'm not bragging. I went to a nightclub once, my friends dragged me to it. Two minutes after I appeared a drunken brawl broke out, causing the death of 200 people out of the 500 that were in the nightclub at the time, including my friends. I attended their funerals later that week]
Oh...but how are you so sure it's your fault?
[You must be thinking it's not my fault huh? I thought the same the first few times, but you kill everyone around you a few hundred times and even the most think headed person would realise something's wrong]
F-Few hundred times?
[I went to a comedy club with my girlfriend, and a meteor hit the place. You can say that we no longer see each other. I sat on a train and the train derailed and slammed into another, knocking that one off the rails as well. Each time I walked out of there without a scratch on my body]
[I was taken into custody so many times because I was always suspicious. I started to believe I was the cause of all the disasters of the world and that belief only got stronger the more I lived]
[I'm an orphan, by the way, so I'm pretty sure when I was born the hospital blew up and killed everyone or something...]
.....
[I tried to end my life so many times but I failed everytime, killing multiple people each time]
[I'm a walking disaster. Genocide is my middle name, so this time, I've made a foolproof plan. Even if I survive, no one dies. At most I'll cause a bit of damage to property]
That's...good? My, my this story is really dark.
[It's midnight, I'm on the tallest building here, there's no one around and no one will save me, so even if I survive the fall, I'll bleed to death in peace]
Hey...I'm not sure you'll survive the fall...also are you sure it's your fault?
[There's no more doubt in my mind that I'm the cause of everything, I've alreadyafe up my mind so don't try to make excuses on my behalf. This is a recording anyway, so I won't hear you]
Wish this was a two way channel now
[Oh look I'm 18! I almost forgot, today is birthday. Happy Birthday to me~ Happy Birthday to me~ Happy Birthday dear disaster~ Happy Birthday to me~]
Oh don't make this worse than it already is kid!
[If tomorrow on the news a kid named Lucas Ortwell is found dead, I've succeeded. If not, I'll keep trying before I kill more people. Let's hope I get my birthday present - sweet release]
I...I hope you get to finally rest...as much as it pains me to say.
[Bye bye then! If someone finds this, feel free to do what you want with it! I made it just to vent my frustration, and even though I hate that I exist...I also want someone to know who I am...what I've been through. That there was someone named Lucas, and his life was broken]
The TV flicked off. I stayed silent for a long time. This...was this all true? It couldn't be right? I went into the kitchen and picked up my phone from the table, and searched up Lucas Ortwell.
"What...?"
I felt dizzy. There was a news story regarding him...and it said he commited suicide by jumping off...The Gulf Estate.
I rushed back to the living room and shivered, my eyes trembling. The TV was gone. Instead a tiny spider like creature turned it's...gazes towards me.
"What...?"
It suddenly sprang to action and rushed in my direction before diving towards my face. It was too quick, I had no time to react, and I was too shooketh to move anyway.
"What....?"
Everything turned black. And I found myself in a dark space. Next to me was the kid, Lucas, looking around in confusion.
"Kid?"
He didn't seem to hear me. I walked to him and put my hand on his shoulder...or at least I tried to. My hand passed right through.
I walked in front of him. He didn't seem to see me. I didn't know what was happening.
Suddenly I heard a voice. I turned back to see a boy, possibly 10 years old looking at us...no looking at the kid with a smile.
"Hey there Lucas, I'm a god, and I'm here to fix the mistake that was made 18 years ago."
I opened my eyes. The conversation between them still resonating in my head. I didn't want to forget what I saw, so I picked up my phone and started typing away into my notes.
I didn't miss a thing. I typed down everything I heard.
After that, I continued to have visions, they always started where the last vision ended, and I noted everything every time it happened. My life stopped being as boring after that.
Fantastic.