Rampage (Lesbian Story)

Dreams

Skylar|

I missed reality. There, the sun shined, glinting off of the whitened snow, reminding me that I was alive. Birds chirped, sang in unison despite the cold. There, everything was bright, a positive end. In the dark depths of my mind, nothing sang or shined or emitted happiness or anything. It was pure darkness. Pure nothingness. I saw nothing and the silence was deafening. Gray fog suspended above the ground, slowly building upon itself. I could barely see five feet in front of me but I kept walking. Just kept walking.

At least here, I couldn't feel the pain from my experimentation. I was whole, yet broken; existing without the pain.

Something was calling me. A faint scream, a muffled cry, a broken laugh. It came in different forms but I knew that it wanted me. Figures dashed in and out of my vision, shrouded by darkness and surrounding me but never taking the opportunity to approach. They watched as I continued my walk toward uncertainty. The nagging in my head was gone, replaced by numbness. The cries continued, more panicked than the last but I couldn't quicken my pace. Maybe it was the thick fog holding me back, gripping my weakened legs and refusing me mobility. Maybe it was the fear of being lost within myself, following a scream that could be fabricated. Multiple reasons swarmed my mind but in the end I still couldn't run.

The invisible path twisted and turned, sending me farther away from my sanity. That's how I saw it. Any sane person would avoid the screaming inside their mind, find ways around it. Get help. But here I was, searching for the cries so that I could talk to them, quiet them or cope with them. So, clinically, I was insane.

The darkness gained colors the louder the screams became. Cracked and caked with fog, the firm ground came into view, revealing the path that I traveled upon. The figures, blurred animals, still raced out of sight but it was clear they meant to harm. There was no sun, just a lightless sky. Breaking twigs and the swishing of water spilled into my ears, giving them solace. The lack of sound earlier was the worst part of all. I relied on it for months and without it, I wasn't myself.

The more I walked, the brighter my world became and, after an eternity of walking, I came into contact with the first person other than myself. A white haired woman, eyes redder than fresh blood, stood in the middle of my path, a giant white wolf sitting next to her. They watched me with judgmental eyes, undressing me and actually seeing me. My flaws, my mistakes, my memories that I didn't remember. They saw it all but said nothing.

The woman, dressed in all black, smiled. Her teeth stained red made me want to hide, run, and be anywhere but here but something left me cemented to my spot. Her dark and demanding aura was frightening and welcoming all at once. I felt an unspoken kinship between the pair of us. What she had lost, I had found. Her flaws were my strengths. We were connected but I couldn't explain why. The smile that traced her lips reminded me of the woman of the compound. How it was purely emotionless but I was okay with this woman's smile. It was empty but it was because she had no reason to fill it.

I could feel her pain.

The wolf, now laying down, did not frighten me whatsoever. It's massive size and cold blue and green eyed glare maybe me feel at home. It watched me, eyes fierce, but I could tell it was afraid. Although I didn't remember much, I remembered it. When the woman almost died, the wolf stayed by me as I lost control of myself.

Without warning, my feet began walking towards the creature. There was no fear and the white haired woman watched, a silent smile creeping on her face. Lowering its head, the creature waited for my touch and my pace quickened. I wanted the comfort that both of these beings brought. Without them, I felt the emptiness that accompanied me while I laid on the metal table.