A little something I am working on at the moment it is pretty rough still but I think I may stick to this short story. Started it a while back and just got back into it today.
Dark twisting fingers like dried twigs grasp at me through the empty shadows of my bedroom hall The darkness mixed with stale air engulfs my tiny frame and I feel a harsh chill draw into my lungs with each step as if I were sinking into an icy abyss. The shrill sound of a toddlers cry can be heard in the distance and though I have no children of my own I am drawn to the strangely familiar sound and feel compelled to press on in its direction. I wave my hands around myself like a child batting at a pinata trying to feel even a small shred of my wall but pause suddenly in shock. The crunch of leaves beneath my feet and soft echo of twigs snapping in the distance leaves a sickening sensation in my stomach, somehow I have gotten outside. Where am I? My hand slams suddenly against a tree, startled I take a moment to rest. It is pitch black and there is no visible light anywhere around me like I have been dropped into a box and sealed to ship. The crying continues in the distance but the nostalgic despair in it is gone, replaced by a frighteningly real panic. "Wh-who is it?" I muster up enough courage to ask this same question a few times growing louder with each demand but with no response. I begin to move again slowly now using the trees as my guide, as if I can memorize their bark like the lines of a wrinkled old mans face and use them to get home. Home, how can I get home if I don't even know where I am! The thought frightens me as my heart jumps into my throat. Calm down Mya, this is a dream.
I wake with a start my heart pounding quickly as my eyes readjust to the white room around me "I think that is enough for today Mya...you did well! We made some real progress this week!" I let out a heavy sigh before sitting up and rubbing my eyes a little. Dr. Levia was a kind woman with strikingly beautiful features. She swished her hair away from her face before scribbling in her journal "I am really impressed, it has only been 3 weeks and we have made it out of the house! Things are looking up for you! I told you strength could be gained through memory." The truth is no matter how much she encouraged me I was still scared. I don't want to remember. I never will.
The air outside was frigid, and filled with the white vapor clouds bursting from each bustling normal functional member of society. I inhaled deeply and exhaled, white vapor...I'm still alive I guess. I jammed the key into the drivers side door and wiggled it calmly at first. My face twisted as the door refused to budge "I swear to god I am going to rip this damned door off this car..." I mumbled under my breathe uninterrupted only by the sweet click of success. The door had been broken for months but in my shattered state of mind I couldn't bring myself to get the damned thing fixed. In fact...I couldn't bring myself to do a lot of things.
|
