Random or fated?

Isn't the world full of randoms... like in the harmony of music many pieces hailed as 'masterpieces' now were once random in the brains of the most ordinary unprivileged people of society...and yet this mare random coincidence was all to make a new melody? a line of randoms? or was there a fate that lay like a thread holding many pearls of randoms within? 

"...W--why?" 

I glanced with the puzzled painful soul into those emergent green eyes of hers which were burning with unexpected desires and the wrath through that clenched jaw that she grunted pulling her breath in and out rapidly. She wasn't the only one, Ivy and Nev stood as if guilty with their eyes not ever meeting my questionable gaze again, and Nev squeezed her injured hand draped within pristine white bandage like a lemon squeezed for lemonade.

'What is it, Nev? what's so guilty about it?' 

wait--DAMN! 

 but...lemonade is not crimson.

"Mnhhh!!"

I tried crying to yell at that dumbass whose bandage was turning red from a small dot of red mark to a pool of crimson chromatid on her palm, to pull my lips apart from each other but, it felt as if (literary) stitched together and my throat hurt more now, and a revolt rises inside my tinter's brain that was the only non-paralyzed thing in my body, that was no longer mine...not at all mine. 

(something was occurring inside me! something severe!)

However,...it must have never been as alarmed as, until'

those guilty cat eyes meet my vibrant blues, in the most gruesome look ever, 

"Why...willy? why did you do it? why didn't you tell us?!" 

' 'Why' what Nev--? what did I DO?!' 

the pristine white bandage got stained in thick red just like that undermined handkerchief under that aged oak, and the fast-flooding blood began to drip down on the crystal white floor of the infirmary.

"NgggGGG!!" 

But... I could only agonize, imprisoned within my (own) body losing all my rights of speech, movement, and action, and I, the blue-headed witch was only left to witness all as if a punishment!

a punishment for what?! 

'For what?!!!' I demand! but...as my life has gone...

this time too I shall get no reasons to my quest, to my pain to the nightmare I am living within a dream?!

the blood flow like a red fountain dripping and her eyes were damped with tears,

and if I could only cry once, I would have cried 'You, stupid dickhead! what the fuck are you talking and doing here!'

abruptly, the sunny warm environment turned cold and dark with the side hanging thick white curtains over each side of my bed, the only thing providing privacy within this open infirmary began to be soaked in the same red spirit from its bottom to above, making me to call the death upon me-

'AM I FUCKING LOSING MY BRAIN CELLS OR WHAT?!!!' 

"That cursed soulless creature..." 

those words and that undifferentiated voice? it's---

Miss Schultz walked into the canvas of my eyes with the same distasteful expressions she was famous for, and she wasn't alone. 

"Nice girl? She's a slut." gabby commented so erotically that I felt a pain through my soul while by her side, "Will... she couldn't--" Vibe moaned with those bloodshot eyes and that bully chuckled- "Comeon Viber, she's dead meat already...a dead meat!" 

and... two... 

"She's my child...*sob* my sweet pea, stan, she is!!" 

"Darling *sob* she will always be... she will be...*whine* in our hearts. always and forever. (taking Mom into his giant embrace, the embrace he always took me and her together, stood by the foot of the stretcher)" 

"Mhhhnnnmmmmmm!!!!"

Mom Dad why are you both crying like...like I'm dead?! I'm just here! I'm RIGHT HERE! 

'can't they just see me?!!!

but my cries were swirling and choking in my throat, my body numbed, and my skull was just triggering with all these nightmares, hallucinations, or jokes or whatsoever this fucking thing is going on!!! 

however, 

"How did it happen? That so on the university campus?" the brutal director scrolled with Miss Olivia who had her brightly lit face shrunk like a dying daffodil as she declared clenching the notes in her hands to her breast tightly-

"She... (she took a deep breath as she proceeded) she got hunted...by--" 

"Oh, my dear...wisteria..." Professor Arther appeared out of nowhere and gushed closest to me with his right hand holding a bouquet of blue-purple vines falling in the attraction of gravity, the same irony as he tilted over the corner of mine, as if with a similar effort of gravity, so effortlessly like floating in lightweights, as he commences whispering, with my desperate eyes goggling through those golden gazes crying for him to hear my words but-

"When great trees fall,

rocks on distant hills shudder,

lions hunker down

in tall grasses,

and even elephants

lumber after safety...but my dear, you shall be memorized as a lesson for the next life." 

memorized?!

that's... 

"By a vampire" Miss Olivia completes her vacant sentence with utmost hesitation leaving the dead analyzing soul drowned to death again, 'by a vampire?' however, the fruity scent filled my nostrils with the words crying of his delicate flirtatious mouth,

"If only You had never survived that night... it would have been far easier for you and for...us...You ruined so many lives in one! you must have killed yourself already!!!" 

The white-marbled floor is flooded with thick blood.

'blood!!!' 'Soulless!' agh...the memories run back, as I drove once again down memory lane after a long time.

abruptly, and the bloody ceiling collapsed.

a random or a Deja vu of the decided fate that I disturbed?!

but...

'Agh...ahh' 

There is a saying...the pain is temporary once a soul leaves the body, the soul is peaceful and never bound to any cries anymore however, 

Why is my heart so heavy? and my body drowned in endless pain? my brain throbbing with the recalling of all the agony in one?!

Is it called 'Inception'? or is it just another default?! 

like my soulful life which was spared only to be cursed for like ever?! Is it called Miracle or murdering slowly?! 

suddenly, the Noir environment turned all light up in the chilling white snow and a clear blue sky, the snowflakes of all geometry fell beautifully but...

"...Miss Young Lady" Not as beautiful as this little snowflake, "...are you hurt?" and the boy touched my blooded cheek with that little chilling hand of his, cupping with care and his eyes as if the molten gold touched my soul through my gaze.

'The snow boy again? am I living another hallucination? Or is it just a plunge into my reality- a random or are you fated?

I wonder...if you can only hear me.' 

and I shut my eyes, tilting my head to his touch...

"I'm here..."

These words?! Unexpectedly, my eyes wide opened and the hand had transformed into a little gigantic and so did his voice...which had turned deeper and more familiar and mature that my heart was sinking to my belly, the change was that it wasn't Snow Boy anymore because...

It's Professor, Professor Tyler...

"... Willy"

Is it a hallucination?!

Or am I just getting lost in the chasm of those amber eyes?!

(Hey readers, 

I took a 4 oh clock train today not literally but literature may agree with me however for tomorrow's release I will be traveling by train back to my home... don't mock me with 'mommy's girl' because I regret even today to say it but, for serious my three hell boys I will be leaving them to rest for now, and you?

na...I know you won't need me to, so let me meet you again.

your author)