“The best moment of my life truly (being a part of The Walking Dead). It has been such a joy to work on this show. Not only do I love it, but I respect it as an artistic endeavor. It’s shot beautifully, directed beautifully, and acted beautifully. Everyone who shows up on set loves what they do. You don’t always get the opportunity to work with a crew like that. It’s not always like that. There isn’t always joy there. But everyone loves showing up and doing their job. I wouldn’t even call it a job. It’s like going to summer camp.“
People need to stop making such a big deal out of the month of March. Nothing is going to happen. Stop acting like it's cursed.
day: february 28th, 2017
time: 11:45 pm
i sat in my bed, nestled amongst my blankets, ice cold and shivering in fear. the blankets did nothing to warm me up or calm my anxieties, but the feeling of protection was enough to keep me at bounds. i looked at my blue and green watch, dimly lit in the darkness of my room. its ominous ticking was the only noise to be heard, other than my staggered breaths. only fifteen minutes… fifteen minutes until…. the “Month.”
the “Month” lost its true name after all of the strange occurrences that happened every year. people thought that reading its name on the calendar gave it power over them, allowing its curse to take course. from 44 BC, the month after february was always referred to as the “Month.” it all started with the ultimate betrayal. was it the wrath of caesar? or was it the curse of hatred and greed continuing its path? no one knew why it continued. while avoiding its name helped to ease the nerves of the people, it did nothing to take away its treacherous evils inflicted upon those who remained.
i was fortunate enough to escape the wrath of the mysterious shadow figures only a few weeks prior. the tweet notification had saved a lot of people that day, but the power held by the “Month” was enough for me to lose hope already. my heart raced, pounding in my ears against the steady rhythm of my ticking watch. i glanced down. 9 minutes. my eyes squeezed shut, images of the previous two “Months” taking over my thoughts.
with the previous few “Months” being rather calm, 2015 took everyone by shock. it was only 8 days after st. patrick’s day. tragedy had struck. one of the Five leaders vanished in the dark of the night. he took off in the middle of the night, the sound of wolves obscuring his disappearance. since then, the world hasn’t been the same. there was a major split in alliance, those taking the side of the insubordinate former leader and those whose alliance remained with the Four. the wars have plagued the nations, tearing friends and families apart. this was further exemplified the following year with the slander campaign running full force against the remaining 4 and the dark forces attempting to bring them down in any way possible. people were beginning to lose hope.
my thoughts were cut short with the beeping of my watch. midnight. the first day of the “Month.” i quickly silenced my watch, holding my breath. here we go.
i didn’t expect it to happen so fast but i heard knocking at my door almost instantly. they’ve found me. i tried to remain as silent as possible but the voice at the door yelled “i know you are in there! open up!” hesitantly, i made my way to the door and opened it. there stood a faceless, mysterious figure. their shadow presence gave them no visible features, but they wore a rather ostantacious floral print tshirt. my gaze lingered on it. “it’s gucci, inspired by the leader of the next rebellion.”
“the… what?” i whispered, voice trembling.
“the prodigal one. the one above them all. this is his ‘Month.’ he hates everyone who supports the Four. he doesn’t need the other Three… so get ready for him to take over the world,” the mysterious figure said.
“but, he loves his brothers… the other Three leaders, he would never do such a thing,” i said, standing my ground. i knew how he was like. he would never.
they moved forward, closing in the space. i could feel their hot, angry breath on my skin. “the curse said so, it was prophesied.” the tears started streaming down my face just like the showers that are british. i couldn’t believe this. the figure held out a gucci shirt for me. “put this on and show where your alliance stands,” they said with a smirk. i was about to put my arm through the luxurious sleeve when suddenly, i heard a ping from my phone. i froze.
dropping my shirt to the ground, i took my phone out of my pocket, eyes reading the words on my screen in disbelief. the figure shifted uncomfortably in front of me, the silence making them uneasy. i read the message out loud.
“Your support is unbelievable. Always has been. Thank you, Love you. H”
the tension seemed to be lifted from the air, the burden the “Month’s” curse put on my shoulders now nonexistent. the figure screamed out in disbelief, “but the prophecy foretold he would be the one to leave the others in the dust?? how could he? the curse of the ‘Month,’ it’s… over…”
the figure bolted out of the room and outside. in the darkness i could make them out, kneeling in my front yard. “Et tu, Brute?” they yelled to the sky, fists pounding against the grass. i shrugged and closed my door, making my way back to my room. i popped in MITAM and ate some popcorn.
since that day, the curse of march has been lifted. anonymous, you were wrong and right. something did happen; the curse was broken. the end.