" You could've just jumped, you know that right? "
I immediately search for the source of the voice, my pupils darting hastily, desperate. There was but a breeze of petals flowing by, as if stalking me from the gardens.
" ... Show yourself, please " I never expected my voice to come off as a plea, but that was apparently what it sounded like. A pitiful whimper was all I could manage to voice out, the lump in my throat clogged all remaining words I have to say.
Silence fell upon the open space, the constant thumping of my living heart drumming in my ears. Skeptical, I averted my gaze back to what I was doing, still keeping my guards up. My hands grew colder by the second, my attention split between scanning each inch of the scape and to what I was previously doing.I was up on great heights, I was on top of the world, such a pleasing scenery for a time like this. It seemed like I was colossal compared to the minuscule decorations bowing at my feet. It felt satisfying and rewarding to see myself in this position; the heights that I could never reach, for I have always fell too short.
I awaited for the voice's return whilst staring blankly below.
But it never came.
The leaves that rest atop the smooth floor began to rustle, a mysterious breeze lifting them, they now graze the air ever so elegantly. The petals decide to join in, not wanting to be left out.The breeze gradually grew stronger, spinning like a tornado right before my eyes. I could feel emotions stirring from the body of this unknown whirlwind; fury, grief, concern, anxiety, everything jumbled into a milkshake of confusing emotions.
Faint whispering echoed from within, it sounded as if it were talking directly at me. Everything slowly overwhelmed me, thoughts buzzing and zooming in every direction possible. I couldn't keep up, I couldn't understand.
I stumbled and tripped as the fog in my head thickens, blanketing my painful head with a thick layer or haze. I couldn't control my body, I was nothing more than a spectator in the chaos of my own mind.
I swear I could've seen the silhouette of a young child, about ten, smiling at me with such an innocent and optimistic grin. They seem so familiar, yet I couldn't tap into the memories locked away at the dusting corners of my memory log.My ears rang a painful screech, a mix of multiple high pitch voices dominating my sense of hearing, I was caught off guard when the stinging surfaced immediately after. The immense pain from the ineffable shriek left my mind in shambles, unable to process any sort of thought.
I didn't remember what had happened after that, I blacked out, it was all too much for this frail and fragile body to withstand.
But once I opened my eyes, my blurry sight adjusted to the blinding light of the open space, and my mind was still processing what happened. Then there it snapped, everything came to me, crashing like an aggressive river rushing through pointy rocks on a hot summer day.
All I saw in front of me was the young child, they had returned, but this time... their form seemed so realistic as if they were truly there. Though their body was translucent, my eyes were still half-lidded and too exhausted to focus on the figure in front of me.
" Don't you know all my efforts are wasted now? "
Such a calming and serene voice, the curiosity and naivety from this childish voice. Then I realized what they were truly saying.
I shot up from my sluggish and questionable position, my eyes blown wide at the realization that dawned on me. I knew that cheery voice, I knew that lemon yellow overall, and that light blue narwhal plushie.
It was myself. I was sitting in front of me.
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Author's note:
This was supposed to be a short story I wrote but I broke it down into two parts, I'll publish the next part soon <3
I tried writing the story in a first pov, sorry if the personality of the reader doesn't fit your personality. Just imagine yourself as the narrator, and let the story flow on its own.
I hope you enjoy reading this!
( I don't know what else to say :3 )
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