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~Glass Highway~

The walk to home was far and distant. The glass doors that lined the supermarket had been locked up for the close, not to mention the little escapade I had earlier would give them a right to refuse me passage back to my home. There was little choice but to go around the long way - through the intertwined roads and alleys back to the main metropolis. Not to mention the large bulk of goods hampering my every step for the journey - it wasn't a light load nor was it unbearable, just enough to reduce my actions to a slow crawl.
There was no rest for the weary and those that don't survive the night out in the roads are never to be seen again. I had heard rumors of those lost ones walking along their own road to darkness. Some are never the same person you may have cherished deeply. Others became savage and brutal to the next person of prey. Whatever reason for this rumored madness, there was little hope for survival for me, it seemed.
The cardboard boxes and rusted trash cans rustled with prying eyes and gritty fingernails. All they wanted was one moment, one slip-up, one piece of meat, one valuable item. Just that one opportune moment would give them all enough reason to live again, from the savage brutes they are now and back into the accepted part of society that is the model citizen.
Leftover food scraps and bones buried what was left of my feet as the alleyway became narrow and dead with no end. Wire fencing stopped what would be my last way out of the labyrinth. The rabble edged closer and close for my goods, aromas and crisp packaging still ever noticable. Inevitably, I placed half of my supplies as an offering to release me from a cruel fate. They scavanged and took no notice while I made my escape to the open roadway.
A nearby taxi was running idle as I reached the alley exit, with the driver scoping for their next customer. There was no need to walk home if I wouldn't leave without taking something for my efforts in the markets. I occupied the taxi and took a look in the back seat window. The sunset seemed to stand still since the last glimpse at the markets.
The Metropolis, and step on it.
The trip would be long and gruesome but there was no other rational choice to take if I wanted to leave in one piece. The supplies harmonised with the gentle vibrations of the cab but nothing worth noticing besides the vegetable leaves swaying from side to side. The interior of the taxi was near spotless yet the driver's personality was a different matter entirely. He was not the clean shaven type or the most hygenic one for that matter yet a sense of ambiguity hid his true intentions for the long ride. A man who could go either way with my life on the line. It really intrigued and frightened me at the same time thinking about his actual character.
Time took its toll on my body during the journey. My other began to slowly seep his own consciousness into my mind as I lost concentration. My own body became limp and motionless. My eyes began to show signs of blurriness. Everything started to phase into the other world once more, with no knowing of when to return.
Your life runs through a long and winding road.
And for what do I owe for this dubious pleasure? I'm clearly not amused by your presence here.
The other slowly appeared from thin air sitting next to me, near the goods.
You don't truly appreciate your own existance as it is. As you are, you remain lost within a world of nothing and entrust everything to a figment of oblivion.
Heh. And you're supposed to do that for me?
No. As I told you before, idiot. You already have the power to do it yourself. I'm merely just showing you the fucking way.
Then why not explain to me my pasts then? I don't recall anything besides my own name and her name. Viola Cell.
Your pasts can only be understood if you actually looked at the road you've travelled. Including Viola.
He points to the bottom of the car. I looked to see everything was like clear glass. The whole time it was as though I was travelling on invisible wings. The one after another, things began to appear from beneath my feet.
A family taking a memorable photo with a professional. Children playing around the old tree upon what was Violet Hill. During the summer, the winter, the spring and the fall. A couple sitting on a quaint park bench amongst falling leaves. The same couple dancing by the riverside in the light of the crescent moon.
Slowly, the importance of all of this began to sink into my consciousness. They were my own memories. They were things I had left behind. But the all important question still remained on my mind. Why did I leave all of this behind for?
You're probably wondering about that but now is not the time.
What do you-?
"Hey, pay up or your ass gets driven to the slammer."
The end of the journey back to home. Or is it really home?