Clue
You are leaning on the balcony, holding a bag of chips in one hand and using the other to toss a couple into your mouth.
Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!
Suddenly, you knot your eyebrows together when you notice several words on an exceptionally big piece of chip you just grabbed out of the bag. It says: Follow your red and pumping heart.
What does it mean follow my heart? Who wrote it on there? You raise your head and examine yourself. I’m wearing red jacket and red tights, oh, and pink socks too! Maybe it means to follow the red!
You look around you and poke your head out of the bar to look down. People are streaming left and right on the walk down there, and vehicles are filing themselves left and right as well, leaving their booming behind them. It is that in that instant you see a bright red race car flash past in such a speed you suspect your eyes made a mistake. But you know full well your eyes haven’t. It must be a clue.
You sprint out of your apartment, run through the corridor, and into the elevator. It confirms your assumption as you see the advertisement on the wall of the elevator is painted red. It must be true. It’s my mission, my destiny, and I’m here to find out the secret that God is leading me to.
You rush out onto the street as the elevator door opened with a ‘ding!’. You remember that red racing car went right, so you turn right too.
You could feel yourself heating up in your jacket, but the jacket is red, so you dare not take it off, since you don’t want to affect your mission. You run, run, run, with an ominous feeling settling in your chest, somehow getting heavier and heavier. You can feel yourself tense up without an obvious reason, yourself being hypersensitive to your surroundings. The buzz of people’s conversation, children playing and laughing, cars booming past and leaving their foul smell behind them.
You see a post office with a mailbox gleaming its bloody red under the sunlight, and you are more and more determined.
‘Bang!’ The sound is rumbling in your ears, deafening you. You frantically look sideways and see a piece of concrete explode, its pieces flying and soaring all around you. Adrenaline surge in you as you speed up your pace running. You glance back during a turn and see a man in black hiding behind the mailbox holding a gun pointing straight at your face.
You grit your teeth and keep running, darting left and right in a ‘S’ shape. Passer-by are eyeing you with contempt and distain, and you disregard them in return. They don’t understand you. You are there to find out the biggest secret the world has ever produced and are even going to save the world with it. They will beg for your saviour then.
‘Bang!’ And a bullet shoot past your ponytail that is swinging behind you, inches from it. The heat scorched the tip of it, making it turn black and dissolve into dust.
Despite your huffing and puffing, you have to speed up again. You have past three traffic lights and all of them were red, meaning that you are on your right path. You turn right, you turn left, right, right, and left. The man in black trailing behind you wherever you are going, shooting at you once in a while.
Seconds later, you raise your head and see your old high school. Wow, amazing, the God led me here! The secret must be in here!
You enter it as you see the gate has been painted red at the bottom. This can’t be wrong! It’s my destiny! I’m born for this mission! You see a huge, well-decorated room with a red bell hanging in front of it and barge in, smirking as you go to the black man behind you. Ha, no one can stop me! Not even you, mysterious man with a gun! Suck it!
***
“Hey, honey, wake up.” You hear a rough voice whispering beside your ears.
“Huh?” Your fingertips twitch and your eyelids are fluttering open, “Where am I?”
“You are in your old high school, in the headmaster’s office.” A man’s concerned face appear in front of your eyes, “You are diagnosed with episodic schizophrenia, honey.”