Surfing Out

"What are the Empires?" I asked. I knew what an Empire was, but didn't exactly understand. Empires? What about cities, suburbs, and everything else?

Why Empire in specific?... Hell, why would I even ask myself that, I've got no idea where I am or this place. The best option is to ask what they are.

Zou looked dumbfounded at my question, and stared at me for a moment, thinking. "Well..uh, the Empires..."

He stopped again, probably working out inside his head how to explain. "I'm surprised you don't know, well... let's start with the basics. There are 4 Empires, and they're located to the specific element they are accumulated with.."

Zou continued, "Well, uh, you got the, um...."

I pulled my legs forward, lifting them upon the bed painfully. This seemed to distract him enough to lose his train of thought, stuttering.

"I..I've never been good at remembering things. Well, uhm, continue! There are 4 Empires. The weakest is Fang. The second weakest is Yen. The third is...um... Ning! And finally, I think the last is... Feng!, yeah that's the one."

"Well, um..." I honestly didn't know how to reply. Why was he having such a hard time just saying them?

"Thanks Zou, I guess we can talk later," I said, trying not to sound like an idiot. Zou looked thankful, and quietly exited the room.

He seemed, as far as I can tell, very forgetful. I guess he forgot, and only slightly remembered by a whim. Better not forget that, just in case I ask him for something, he'll probably forget.

I layed back, my body twitching. My limbs felt like they just fell off, still severally injured. I lifted my shirt, and looked at the stitches, still in perfect shape.

I lowered my shirt, and crawled onto bed, shaking. Despite acting so calm, my body was still in terrible shape.

This place, Zou, Zhua, they seemed nice. But, I still have no idea where I am, or what to do. My body ached, but my brain told me to scout out, figure out my situation, and get the hell back home.

But, on the other side, I want to stay here, it's nice and safe. That forest is dangerous, and If I'm caught again, I'm most certainly dead.

And I had other things to think about too. Empires? Those monsters outside this house? The particles and the weird green barrier? It made no sense.

Finally, I couldn't stand it. I wanted to know, understand everything that's happened. I wanted to explore and discover what was happening.

Yet, my body says otherwise. It's dying. Well, at least it feels like it. My legs were still burning from walking, and my arms felt like falling off.

The seeping cut from my stomach also disagrees, one step and that sh*t will not hesitate to hurt like hell.

I was stuck.

Sh*t. Ever since I was a kid, being unable to do something always pissed me off. I want to leave this spot, and figure it out myself.

I've never been good at socializing, or asking questions. Figuring it out myself was the only way, the best way, I knew.

So, I decided to do my best option. Roll.

No legs to move, shoulder hurts, so no holding onto things for support. Stomach hurts, and probably will get worse when I roll.

I thought about it for a moment, and observed everything around me. To the left was a dreaded bookshelf, my mortal enemy.

Beside the bookshelf was a wooden desk and old-style mirror. It had brushes, papers scattered across it everywhere, and a giant water bottle. It was arm-length and had a black plastic top. There was a little latch to open and close the bottle, along with a small handle.

In front of my bed was another smaller wooden desk, that was coated with books. Grey, black, green, purple, you name it, every color of the rainbow.

But, something was different than normal. Something that I'd noticed with my last encounter to such a powerful nemesis. None of them had titles.

Just plain colors, with some varied circles, squares, and just normal shapes designed as a frame. Some shapes were upside down, circles connecting together, etc.

I decided to ignore it and look for something else. To the right was another bookshelf (Geez, how many do you have?)

It was empty, I assumed it was all on that desk.

Beside that, was something perfect. A surf board. No idea why it was there, but it was absolutely perfect.

I could surf my way out. It was ridiculous, and beautiful. Such a prideful way for my departure. So, I grabbed my covers and blankets and plopped them on the floor, making a tower.

I then, very gently, rolled myself out of bed onto them. The bed was surprisingly low to the floor, so it was even better.

Successful roll. I was now laying on the floor, blankets under me. The ground was wood, which was absolutely not perfect for rolling.

So, I slid down the floor, using my good arm to push myself down towards the surf board. The room was small, but still a decent size for an adult.

I passed the bed, and my feet were itches from the board. I reached for the bed, trying to push myself a little further.

Perfect.

I kicked the board, and it fell. But, sadly, this adventure was not perfect, and the surf board landed straight on top of my ballsack.

The shock and cowering under my pillow silenced the scream, as I gripped my balls in everlasting pain. After a minute or so I stopped screaming into my pillow, and just grabbed them in pain.

But this delay would not stop me from achieving my true objective... to surf the hell outta this room. I seized the board with such pressure that my body shook.

And I got that board my small arms flexing immeasurably, and climbed onto the surf board with such power. The anger in my eyes gleamed, as I began practically doing the worm, trying to get positioned correctly.

My muscles tensed, my body shook in anger, and I began doing it turtle-style, on my stomach, to that door. And you best believe,

I surfed the hell outta there.

But, after about 2 seconds of my journey, I realized several flaws in my plans. First off, doing the turtle hurt my shoulder and worked my entire body, which was not the objective.

Second off, the door. I couldn't reach that b*tch even if I tried, unless.. I did the unthinkable...

I stood up.

So, I had only one option left... to stand.

And that I did, with such a feeling of bottomless despair. I had been defeated, by my own injuries, and that goddamn door. Despicable.

wistfully, I arose from the white and orange--patterned surf board, and began cleaning up. I picked up the covers and replaced them, along with placing the board back.

When I was done, the exhaustion I felt was unbearable, and I fell on the floor, sitting. But, I was not truly done, and rose my arm from the depths of hell called the floor, and unlocked that door with such glee, the sneer smile I made was unhuman.

It opened, and I crawled to the surf board, which was right beside me, and I did it,

I fucking surfed the hell outta there.

And may I say, it was marvelous.

Zou was sitting at the table, drinking some coffee or something. Once he saw the door burst open, with Kai surfing out, he was dumbfounded. He nearly dropped the coffee.

He was so confused, that he just watched, as Kai slithered across the floor, going into the 2nd living room.

I was clearly sweating, but my god, was it worth it. Zou's face was priceless, and I lurked pass him, slithering like a god to the 2nd living room.

Nobody was inside, and the fire was out. It was dark, only lit up by the kitchen's light from the door. I crept pass the slight bump and crawled onto the couch.

The blanket I'd slept on was gone, replaced by some white-skin fur covers with black spots. Everything else was the same, the bookshelf's, the desks, the fireplace, everything.

My arms and legs were tired from crawling. I layed on the couch, totally exasperated from my campaign of adventures.

I layed there for a while, not paying attention to the time, thinking about nothing. My mind was blank. I can't think or focus when I'm tired, so my mind was empty.

After a little bit, I thought about the reason I came in here. What was the point?

I'd just moved from one spot to another, and the couch was even less comfortable than the bed. I'd lost again, lost everything.

This war was over, the fight to try and figure out things in style, FAILED.

But, then I remembered, I haven't failed, I road that surf board out of that door like a champ, and I made it all the way here.

I was the true winner in this fight.

In the back of my mind, I thought about how foolish this was, but on the other side, I surfed the fuck outta there.

And with that triumph, I fell asleep, remembering the glorious memories of escaping that bedroom,

on a goddamn surf board.