A Knife in My Chest: Best Vacation Ever

I guess I've been gone a long time.  (understatement of the year)  Its not really my fault, I swear.  As Pocketwatch told y'all, I was in a coma with a hole in reality shaped like a knife jammed into my chest.  

Truth be told, I'm not entirely sure how it happened. I ward my room at home, and ever since this business with the Evil started up, my house too. I was pretty secure in my, well, security when I went to bed that night. You see, I was visiting home for the weekend and had intended to return to school the following day.  

But I wouldn't be back for some time.

The next morning, I awoke to myself with blue hair.  I haven't had blue hair in 3 years.  Upon opening my door to greet the day, my dog ran in followed by my Siamese cat, rascal.  Who died in my freshman year.  As accustomed as I am to the unusual, this threw me for a loop. Opening my laptop (which melted down for the last time January of 2010), I saw the date.

December 25, 2007.

Oh. Bloody. Hell.

The spirits had done it all in one night it would appear.  Three and a half years ago, I was plucked from the world as I knew it and landed smack in the middle of another place.  There, music was the basic building block of reality.  I had a grand adventure with some amazing composers.  At the end of it all, they worked with the fae of that world to try to send me home.  Unfortunately, it sent me to this world.

Magic doesn't exist where I'm from.  It's the stuff of tales and legends.  Here, everything is pregnant with the stuff, if people know how to draw it out.  Of course, I do have ideological concerns about using it.  For the past three years, I've been trying to get home.  I've made it to a few other places, each with their own stories, but my own home seems to be blocked off from the rest.  Until now.

Considering the lack of evidence to the otherwise, it was actually pretty easy to dismiss the whole thing as a dream.  I actually lived out my next semester at school as a normal 18 year old.  (after a hell of a lot of making sure magic didn't work and I was actually home).  

As wonderful as the magical side of the world can be, it was kind of nice not having to worry about wards or the disturbing array of demons that seems to afflict my life.  I didn't need to worry that I might be breaking some ancient law which binds my kind.  Heck, I didn't even need to worry about the metallic contents of my rings!  It was nice to be "normal" again.  I won't say I didn't miss the dream world alittle bit, but I'll admit I got really caught up in the joys of no cosmic responsibility.

And then Friday the 13th of May happened.

I was lying in bed in my dorm room when I felt a wrenching pain in my chest like someone had stabbed me.  I couldn't breathe.  I couldn't move.  And suddenly I was lying in my bed at home with Pocketwatch and my parents standing over me.  A fourth creature, a delicate looking female faerie in iridescent surgical scrubs, held a black knife in forceps behind them.

Oddly enough, there wasn't any wound on me.  No pain.  I even felt like I had just gotten a good night's sleep!  The sun was just going down outside.  My parents and Pocketwatch spent into the wee hours of morning explaining what all I missed in my absence and listening to my tale of my return home.

The next day, they drove me back to my university to attend my graduation.  The Faceless Lady also had some things to tell me.  I'll get to that soon.

It's good to be back.