Melody of Chaos

"The melody of chaos,

Etched onto the stars,

Hidden behind the clouds,

Of the ever-raging storm,

Ever in sync with the crashing waves,

Of a restless ocean,

While at the center of it all,

Lingers the remains someone awaiting,

A fate never to come,

Yet hope still persists,

As the old wooden chair still prevails,

While supporting the cadaver of somebody long gone,

For maybe the soul of that very mortal,

Is cursed to wait and never rest until peace comes once more."

They never tell you how loud the sound of silence truly is. Not until you experience it. You see, the real monsters don't live in fairytales, the woods or even the seas. They hide in plain sight. You pass them on the street every day. Then there's that familiar, unwanted feeling. The one that keeps you up at night, the one that reminds you of things you'd rather forget or that reminds you that you have forgotten something yet leaves out the part which tells you what you have forgotten. The feeling that reminds us of the things we are aware we're missing. The uncomfortable reminder that lets us know when something or someone is dangerous.

And, in that cemetery, as the dark and threatning clouds rolled in from a distance, thunder making a murder of crows fly away, Mikko felt it. The wind picked up, making the branches of the willow tree sway along with it. It all created a sinister harmony as the wood creaked, the leaves rustling along with the whistling and whispering of the wind. As the rain started pouring, the black blur of the crowd all around Mikko whipped out equally black umbrellas. She couldn't see what they were surrounding, trying to take a peak over people's shoulders.

All the faces surrounding her seemed so familiar and yet, she couldn't place her finger on it. Why did they look so glum? Did she know them? Perhaps they were her neighbors' families? She'd met a couple of them when Ms. Bellwood invited her and her family over once for Thanksgiving or when Mr. Lohengrin had a huge barbecue that one summer. The air felt colder, as it usually did when it rained and a storm was brewing. Maybe it was because it had gotten so windy now that it felt abnormally cold. Mikko was hoping that whatever was going on wasn't too awful and that her neighbors were ok. Had Ms. Bellwood lost her dog again? No, Butters always came back after a few hours... unless something had happened to him? she slipped past people heading further into the crowd.

As she kept getting closer to the center of the crowd, she was forced to stop as her path was blocked. Next to her, a woman that looked eerily familiar was looking ahead, silent tears streaming down her cheeks. Who was she?

"Hum, excuse me... what's going on?" the young woman inquired, receiving no response as the crying woman shivered.

"Hello? i asked you a question?" she stated hesitant, perhaps she hadn't heard her.

"Miss? Who are you? What's going on?" The gi demanded, this time louder

The thunder clapped, wind whistling through the willow branches one of which hit Mikko in her face and causing her to almost fall over, heading deeper into the center of the crowd. The people pushing all around her.

"Rude..." muttured Mikko to herself, once she regained stability "Seriously, what the heck is going on?"

She now stood facing the crowd, opposite to where the center would be. She took a step backwards, about to turn back towards the center, but lost her footing as her foot encountered... nothing? The wind rushed in her ears as she fell into what seemed to be a hole. A loud thud indicated the end of Mikko's fall and her landing on some type of wooden box. The rain was now directly falling onto her face, blurring her vision, the ice-cold water running down her face as she took a moment to readjust herself from the painful fall. The grey clouds seemed to move as water did when you looked from underneath upwards in a pool or in the ocean. The rain falling down directly from above gave an impression of everything getting bigger.

As she moved to sit upwards, Mikko found that she could not move. Panic started to rise as she desperately tried to move, in anyway possible to no avail. Deep, unsettling fear begun setting in as she looked around out of the hole. The crowd that had seemed so familiar, she now recognized as friends and family. And they were crying. One by one, they threw flowers down at her. By now, the realization had sunk in : she had passed away; and now, she remembered how. She'd found the serial killer but had been too late and he'd found her first. Could she have gotten there on time? What had gone wrong? There had to be something she'd missed earlier on, something that could've prevented all of this. Something that would've resulted in her locking the killer away. Out of nowhere, everything went pitch black, her vision gone. And suddenly, as if none of it had happened...

"Mikko! Wake the fuck up! you're gonna be late!" Her roommate's voice came from downstairs as she opened her eyes, only to find herself in her room.