TRIGGER WARNING: IMPLICATIONS/MENTIONS OF SUICIDE 

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Karma strikes at nine, they say

Well, it was about time they got it right.

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She started towards her home. And I mine.

But all of a sudden; I was jerked back into reality, feeling jittery. My brain turned to mush and I couldn't comprehend what was happening. My senses were dazed as I stared at the ground.

How did I get here?

Of course, the answer was simple. The only person (apart from some specific existential beings) who could bring me here, without my will was she.

Soon my senses returned to me as I looked around. We were at some sort of cliff. I searched for her bright shining aura.

It wasn't there. But I had just seen it. Again. It kept on appearing and disappearing.

Soon, I realized it was flickering...?

I looked around; everything was flickering with their auras. I felt as I was in a disco; and I began to panic.

I looked at myself. My clothes were flickering between my normal white tunic and shirt and jeans.

I recognized that shirt. I had just seen it.

It was her shirt.

My hands were flickering from my pale ones to her Sharpie scribbled ones.

Maybe this was what Anger was on about. Something was happening.

I found her and walked/drifted over to her. She couldn't see me, but she felt my presence. She held her hand out, barely touching my cheek.

She walked forward, straight through me, as I was dragged along with her. She reached the edge of the cliff, it was a long drop. I realized what was happening. There were two outcomes.

One that never happened before.

She walked off the cliff, and I fell with her.

She reached her hands out to me, as I grabbed them, the pull was stronger. We fell together as our auras merged.

Soon, I was seeing things from her view. She was eerily calm.

She knew this wasn't the end.

This was the beginning.

We hit the ground; it should've been a solid fatal blow.

But it wasn't. She had a job to do.

The girl who was karma.