Centuries Revenge (World Collisions) [#3]

The Unheard Story

The night sky was alive.

All the stars shone bright and they were twinkling in the sky. It was truly beautiful. The sight, the scene, the situation. They were all so beautiful. It made me want to be a part of it. To join in. It was like a voice was calling out to me.

I reach high in the sky and I close my hands pretending to have grabbed some stars. When I bring down my hands and I open them I find small sparkles on my hands. My hands were glittering and glowing. It was a magnificent sight. So, I stood there on the grassy hill in awe. I was awestruck and as I looked back at the night sky I found that some of the stars were missing. That the night sky isn't as bright as it used to be. I frown and look back down to my hands. Did I really grab some of the night sky?

I twist and turn my hands as they continue to glitter and glow and as realization and reality of the situation dawns on me I quickly dashed down the hill and went to the tree that I lived under. There, I sought comfort as I curled up against the base of the tree and the tree's leaves glitter and a soft wind passed my face and I looked up to the night sky once more. In the distance I could see three different universes colliding with one another and I opened my mouth, but I found no words, or a sound leaving passed my lips. My body shook with terror as I watched the three universes dig deeper into one another. I gulp and look around me.

Mother was not here. Father was not here. They would know what to do. Are they handling the problem? Are they the ones who are causing the problem? Where are they? I feel as though I have not seen them in millennia.

Father. Mother.

Where are you both?

I run my hands through the turf grass and I find my hands being stained with the colors of the grass. My hands were a mess, but they were also a beautiful purple and pink. I continue to rub my hands through the grass not knowing what to do and I feel comfort in the action. I could feel myself calming down to some extent and I closed my eyes for the briefest of moments and I felt a tear slip down my face.

I was alone.

I was abandoned.

My parents do not love me.

They have forgotten me.

Their child.

I grasp the grass as a sob tries to make its way through my throat and I shake my head. Everything felt cold. Everything felt like a lie and it felt as though I was being crushed. With a bite of my lip I let the tears roll down my face as grief filled my chest and I let go of the grass, defeated.

How could I be forgotten? How long have I been on this moving asteroid? How long have I been foolishly waiting for something that would never happen? How long have I been wasting my time?

My chest clenches at my thoughts and pain courses through me like a live current as I curl further into the fetal position. I hug my knees and bury my face in them as I could only remember what my mother and father said to me.

They told me they loved me. They told me they would take care of me. They told me I was a child of love. They told me so many things and then they left me on this asteroid. They had said they would come back for me. But, they haven't.

My father wore a long, black, cloke. His skin was sickly pale and you could see his bones. His eyes were sunken in as black shadows surrounded them. His hair was a wavy black, but dead. But, he was kind, he was forgiving, he was generous. He would spend nights with me when I first came to this asteroid. He would read me stories and tell me the things going on in his life. He promised me he would take me away from this asteroid and let me join his life. But, his words were deceitful. They were lies.

My mother wore a long beautiful green dress that flowed in the slightest of breezes. Her hair was straight but a beautiful auburn as it practically reached the ground and her eyes were a lively blue as her skin glowed a beautiful tan. Her voice was like honey, it was smooth and soft. It could lull you into sleep. She didn't say much to me, but I could see the love in her eyes. I could remember the day when I first came into existence she told me I am a child of any fantasy. She held no malice, but her words were hollow.

Mother felt cold.
Father felt lively.

Both have their burdens and have their own life. But, I didn't want to be forgotten. I didn't want to be abandoned. I wanted to be with them. I wanted to be the child they loved and cared for. I just wanted someone to talk to and listen to.

I wanted so much and my heart craved for it, but I knew I would never get such a life.

It was all wishful thinking and dreaming.