Jade's Questionnaire

The place i'm in?

It's just my apartment.

Nothing special.

There's that stain on the carpet. The banged up coffee table. The empty fridge.

No matter what time it is, it always snows here. Always. I'm not sure why.

My consoles are gone, my games, my stuff...My corkboard, all that's gone now.

Just my couch, my kitchen, my sword stand, and a couple photos.

I can't recognize anyone in the photos.

It's hard to get around, what with my feet being shackled together, i keep tripping over the chains no matter how much i adjust the layout.

There's blood on the walls in a couple spots, my mirror's gone. All my clothes are gone. There's been this bricked nokia phone floating around too, it just ends up places. 

Outside the building (which is a long way down to the ground floor mind you) there's my car, it's been completely iced over. Won't start, can't go anywhere. Nobody else lives in the building anymore. The lights are on, but nobody's home.

Money?

Not anymore.

I think...I lost my wallet.

Somewhere in the wardrobe.

Instead, i think of things. They come to me. They arrive, but never work as intended. No keys can unlock the shackles, nothing can break the lock.

Sometimes, i hear music. When i wish for it, and i think really hard, i can hear it again- down the hall, behind a locked door.

I think...I think my neighbors used to love that song.

How did it go again?

Sometimes i see her again, too. Just for a minute, outside my windows. She wants me to come back. I can't, though.

Just once.

I wish i could have been a normal person.

Well...

These chains would be a good start on what to do.

They bind me.

They bend me.

Contort me.

Make me dance in ways I'm not meant.

I guess that was my fault in the first place. I did fail.

All i remember is cold. The snow, then darkness. Then my apartment.

I'm not me anymore. This doesn't feel like my body, but it feels like home.

I guess a do-over wouldn't hurt. I just wanted to be a hero. Save some people. Fight some evil.

Looking back now, it was kind of silly. But it's too late now.

All in all, freedom isn't a bad starting point. I'm selfless, but there comes a point. Once i'm done atoning, I can do what i was meant to.

Finish my business.

And then? I'll go. Go away, pass on, maybe. Maybe just go home. But i'll never go back.

It's kind of distant now. I don't know why i am who i am, i just am.

There was one man.

Black suit.

Black horns.

A demon.

He was my best fucking friend.

That's a stretch, but it's kinda true. We had each-other's backs because we and we alone were the only ones who could stab them later.

In a way, it lead to this 'trust' between us. Our first meet was pretty important, you could say. I think i saved his life a few times, and vice versa.

Sorry, i'm getting off topic.

I guess it would be pretty important. The events that lead to me being here.

It all started with some old friends, a pretty girl, and a magical wardrobe.

I can't remember anything else, except a swordfight. A very bloody and quick swordfight, as well as lots of blood, and broken bones.

Do you think?...

Do you think it's still there?

Let's see...

Don't remember him.

Don't remember her.

Not him either.

Corpor.

The demon.

Everyone else is just a vague bundle of memories and feelings. No faces, just blood, bodies, the looks in their eyes. Joyous laughter of nights spent reminiscing.

I remember one thing.

That night.

That fateful night.

All of us.

Gathered around in the snow. Sheltering somebody. Making a plan.

I had had enough of it all. In that moment, i wasn't feeling my best. The weight of the world on all of our shoulders really got to me.

Then, a gate. Removed promptly. Then steel, worn on the body and hurled towards one another.

He lost.

I won.

Then someone cheated.

I won again.

Then faces. Hundreds, thousands. The pain was unbearable.

Darkness.

Apartment.

You've heard it all before. It feels like the only story that matters now.

After all that, i could still taste the espresso.