When Chances Occur

It was someone’s wedding. I was standing in a massive wedding hall. The carpet was dark red; the atmosphere of the room was dark, cold, and almost black in dimmed lights. I could hear soothing sounds around me. The walls were up high and the ceiling was higher above, it was decorated in rich golden lines with Victorian drawings of Roman pictures all around the room, just as majestic as a big frightful church.

Right in the middle of my three o’clock side, there was the main lavish winder staircase coming down from both sides, where the bride and groom would stand in for a couple of seconds before they take the other five straight staircase that leads into the hall.

The rest of the big hall remained on my left side.

There was a small concrete wall with luxurious ornament drawn on both sides inside the hall to lift the massive chamber together on the mid-quarter from where I was standing.

And as I was making conversations among the guests, I notice this one female walking by my side, going up the stairs. She had a long, dark brown hair, and was wearing, as it seemed to me, one of my clothing pieces from my wardrobe. The same nude-colored brown trousers I had recently bought from Zara, and an ivory loose tank top. Within those lost seconds, I noticed she was myself. She was I.

There was another me walking around that wasn’t me. The little voice in my head wondered, “How is that possible? Why is she wearing my cloths? Why is she mimicking me? Who does she think she is, wearing the same outfit that I wore one of my last days?”
It seemed to me that she was walking careless, with no facial expressions whatsoever, I got the sense of sadness in her eyes and the shape of her mouth. However, my anger clouded my judgment. I immediately went to the first person I saw in front of me; my cousin, whom I don’t talk to much since she was much older than I am, pointing at the walking self and said: “did you see the me walking, too?”

With a smile, as if to show me that she was interested in what I was saying, nodded as yes.

As I was grasping the situation, the lights darkened and the guests stood up, the bride and groom were ready to be seen as official couples to the world.

A couple of minutes later, I was on the second floor trying to get or put something. My memory is clouded; I can’t remember properly what I was doing on that second floor.

However, as I was about to walk down the stairs, I glanced her taking the same steps as I did, going to the same room that I went to just seconds earlier. It appeared to me that there was an error in my lifetime line, it was corrupting; either I was seeing that my past was following me, or I was faster than my future. Then I realized how silly that thought would be, since this was reality after all. “That’s it!” I thought to myself, “this person needs to be stopped right this moment!”

I found myself grabbing her by her loose tank top and yelled, “Who are you? And what are you trying to do here?”

By the strong grip of her hands touching mine, and the change of her mouth-shape to angry movements, I could tell how mad she was as she walked away and went downstairs.

Well, I thought, at least there wasn’t anything wrong with my life pattern line.

I followed her downstairs, and to my luck she was standing afar from the guests, next to, what looked to me, a room that didn’t exist before.

I could glance and hear by the side of my right eye and ear that the newly weds-to-be were about to appear to the guests through the wide staircase. I was growing angrier now from her early behavior. I reached out and yelled again: “What are you doing here?” and before I could finish my sentence, she interrupted me and yelled even louder than I was, “You don’t get it, do you?” there was silence. I noticed that her eyes were becoming moist, and I could tell she was pretty much affected by my ignorance, apparently.

“You’ve been into an accident in 3^rd of March earlier this month, and I gave up our last soul to save you,” she continued, as she passed out in front of me, dead.

I couldn’t resist but shout, “NO!” but it was too late, she was on the floor, soulless, and I looked down at her, as I was reaching out, bursting out in tears.

And while I bent down in intentions of carrying, or pull her heavy body, that is, it occurred to me that something did happen that day, I just don’t remember what happened exactly, my mind was vague. I was thinking that I was saved once before, and this was my last soul to be offered to me as a chance for life.

My series of thoughts stopped. I cried heavily. I couldn’t stop my emotions from occurring. It felt like losing someone very dear to me, something I’ve never experienced before. My chest tightened, I felt the world was ending; even though I don’t know what she was, or what happened exactly.

All I know is that she was dead, and my questions will forever remain unanswered.