Trespassing

I looked around at my surroundings, my eyes darting left to right as I tried to recognize the environment I was trespassing on. However, there was one problem with that.

There was a lack of anything. A perfect state of nothingness one might say. I was standing in something most would call a void or abyss. I attempted to stand up straight, but my legs couldn't find any solid surface. So I remained there, floating in eerie emptiness.

Suddenly, a sharp and feminine voice reached my ears .

"Yori? Is that you?" yelled a woman. I pretended that her question fell on deaf ears. I knew what she wanted to say, but her interference with my mind was interrupting my sleep. Despite not needing to sleep due to immortality, sleeping is one of the rare pleasures I'm allowed to indulge in. "Yori! You dare ignore me after everything you have done?"

I grimaced. It seems ignoring her was not an option. "What do you wish to pester me about now, Kira?" I replied. "You're being an annoyance."

Kira narrowed her eyes in anger and clenched her teeth. "I'm being an annoyance? You are the bane to existence! Do you not regret anything you did? Did you enjoy our suffering?"

"Even in my nightmares, you still play the role of the idiot. I should congratulate myself on how realistic my imagination is," I mocked. From the corner of my eye, I saw one of her olive fists clenched in rage. She was always so easy to infuriate. "To answer your question, I wouldn't be on this foolish quest if I didn't regret anything. Also, you wouldn't be meddling with my sleep if I didn't regret anything."

And with that, I turned myself around so I could face her for the first time in the dream. Like all her other appearances, she doesn't look any older than nineteen. Which isn't exactly surprising considering that she died at the young age of nineteen. Like usual, her dark brown hair was tied up in a sloppy ponytail. Her olive skin went well together with her round hazel eyes. To be honest, it is kinda a shame that she died. She could have become a model or something.

"If you regret what happened, then why don't you try to save us?" Kira asked, crossing her arms across her chest. "Retrieve the Heart of Eden and your mistake will be forgiven."

I sighed. "Why must you be deaf even in my dreams? I just told you that I'm trying to find it. It isn't a easy thing to find. Now," I yawned, "can I return to my peaceful slumber?"

Kira rolled her eyes. "Fine. Just make sure you do it." After she said that, she faded away into the void, with her voice just becoming a distant memory. And with her gone, I closed my eyes and went back into sweet sleep.

Unfortunately, it seems I wasn't able to sleep for long.

When I opened my eyes, I could see the sun mocking me through the window, mocking at my obvious displeasure of my immortality. Ignoring that bastard, I examined the situation I was in. I quickly noticed that I had no idea where I was. The room I was in had nicely painted white walls, a small TV lying on top of a brown dresser, and a small bed which I was currently sitting on. This was certainly no room I ever slept in. The thought of this being another nightmare crossed my mind, but I shot that theory down due to how tame the nightmare was.

I pulled the covers off me and set my feet firmly on the floor. When I looked up, I saw an odd man peering into me. His almond skin tone was the most recognizable feature, as it heavily contrasted the whiteness of the room. His hair was layered in slim thick braids that reached all the way down to his ears. It seems he had donned a black headband to keep his black hair from his eyes.

Despite all that, the most interesting part about this man was his eyes. His left eye was nothing special. Like many others, his left iris was painted brown by God. But his right eye was a mystery. While his left eye looked normal, it almost looked like he didn't have an eye in his right. His right eye was simply black. Blacker than the blackest of nights. An incarnation of the void, I would even claim. And the iris was a cold silver that encircled the black pupil. Staring into his eyes was like staring into death itself.

The man never smiled, nor did he ever show emotion. He just sat there, emotionless, with his deadpan look never changing as I gazed upon him.

It stunned me for a bit, not gonna lie. It was the first time I saw him in a couple of months and he still looked as dead as ever. I accepted the fact that there is nothing that can bring his back meaning to his life. I had also accepted the fact that the man doesn't deserve a reason. He was a monster that needed to be put down, a disease that needed to be cured, he was the man who accidentally personified death for a time.

I laughed after hearing my thoughts. "A mirror is a scary thing indeed."

"Why is that?" asked a voice to the left of me. I turned my head left and saw a young girl standing in the doorway.

I returned my attention towards the mirror. ���A mirror is something that never lies. It only reflects the truth. And there is nothing more depressing than the truth." She didn't respond immediately but instead yawned.

"Wow, you're so edgy," she commented. "Now come on, mom wants to meet you."

I was gonna protest, but seeing as they brought me into their homes and gave me a place to sleep, I should at least thank them. Never in my life was I known for being ill-mannered.

I followed the young girl down the stairs and into what I presumed was the kitchen. In the kitchen, an older version of the young girl appeared before my eyes. Though, I noticed she lacked the sharp blue eyes her daughter has.

"Good morning, young man! How did you sleep?" she asked. She seemed to be a very energetic and bubbly person.

Her daughter and I sat down at the kitchen table. "I slept well. Thank you," I answered. Truthfully, I slept no worse or better than I usually do. However, I wouldn't be rude to my host.

"No problem! Life after the Purge has been tough for all of us, so we got to be able to help one another these days," she told me. "But are you alright? We found you sleeping in an alleyway."

"I was simply tired. And I would advise you not to take strangers in your home. That is dangerous," I pointed out. She laughed at my cynicism. She picked a cup in a cabinet and started filling it with tap water.

"I don't know, I think my goodwill is having results," she said. "So where are you from? We don't get many travelers anymore in Cyra." She handed me the glass.

I drank a little bit of the glass before answering. "North."

"You're from the Commonwealth?"

"Indeed."

"I heard they were thinking of uniting the East Coast once again."

"It's all just mere speculation. I highly doubt they will attempt that."

"Why not? Wouldn't you think it would be benefic-" she was rudely interrupted by the younger girl at the table.

"Mom! Weren't we supposed to visit the store now?" asked the annoyed girl. She seemed to be very impatient, a trait common in teenagers. Her mother glanced at the clock, her eyes widening in surprise at the time.

"Oh, you're right! I need to get dressed!" the mother exclaimed as she rushed up the stairs. She left the daughter and I in cold silence. The daughter took her phone out and completely ignored my presence.

I took that as my cue to leave. "I appreciate the hospitality, but I'm gonna go now. Give your mom my thanks."

She didn't look up from the screen. "Yeah sure."

With that, I walked out into the kitchen and into the hallway, and walked towards the front door. As I walked, a picture hanging on the wall caught my eye. In that picture, there was a man, who bore some similarities to the young girl he met. And below the picture, was a plaque ingrained into the wall. Written in angelic gold was-

Rest In Peace Jonas Newman,

A loving father, and husband,

2004-2038

"So the woman is a widow and the daughter is fatherless," I said to myself as I walked out the door. I chuckled at the sweet irony of the situation. "I'm sorry."