Wispy Daydreams 💕

Chapter 2

What is this? The stream water is going through an opening. I'm curious. What is down under? I don't see anything. I probably shouldn't go down there. But I feel enticed by it? I don't know why. I don't even know how far down it goes. Although, it could be a way out of here? But am I ready to leave? I think so. I should be alert. Going in there feels right, though? Like I'm being drawn there. What is that? What is – woah! What? What? There is something holding onto my leg? I can't – I can't – I'm stuck? I'm being pulled? I'm clawing for my sanity, but it won't – kick it! Kick it! "Leave me alone! Get off me!" But it won't stop. It is squealing and crying when I shove my heel into it, but it won't let go. I can't – I can't hold on. It has me! I'm losing my – I'm falling? I'm going under? I'm –

Wha – what? Where? Oh, right. Did I black out? I think so. I – I can't move. I'm in excruciating – what? What? What is this? Where am I? This is – is this web? It smells like honey? This is web laced in honey? Is it — is it wasp-spiders?! "Mmm mrrr nmm." I can't speak. It's over my mouth, too. What should I do? What can I do? I – I didn't know a single event could affect someone so much. Or at least, it never felt so real. Isn't it disturbing? I could've been frolicking in the flowers right now. Or at home. I – I guess I could've ended up in a worse situation? I think I'm in denial, though. I think I'm gonna vomit or pass out. I don't know what to think. I'm hysterical. I feel like my thoughts are going in infinite directions at once. I feel like I'm going – what am I doing? What did I ever accomplish with my life? What do I stand for? Who am I? Is anyone thinking of me right now? Mom, Zach, Marcus? I wish – I wish Marcus would hug me tight and never let go. I never even said goodbye. Are my friends thinking of me? Jesse, Hannah, Kim, Eli? Do they even remember me? I haven't spoken to them in so long. Friends just come and go, I guess. It's funny, Hannah always said curiosity would kill me. I should've known this was coming. But I'm blind. I – I can't – can't do anything right.

What? What? The cocoon is coming undone, ever so slightly. Did — my emotions cause that? Am I daydreaming? Am I delusional? How did I do that? What? Wait? I remember a quote. It was something about your reality — no, your conditions affect your mindset, and your mindset affects your reality. Is that supposed to be literal? Can I just wake up in my bed, please? Oh, oh? It sounds like – like something is skittering, and it's coming closer! Do I hear other people? I haven't even thought of that. There is wailing coming from cocoons over there, I think. It might buy me some time. I wish I could break out with them, but I doubt that's an option unfortunately. Oh? It sounds like the scurrying stopped. I wish I could look around, but I'm bound in this shit. I'm – I'm so terrified. Is anything gonna happen? I don't know, and nothing is more unnerving than that. What is that sound?

It sounds like fluttering wings. I don't wanna move. I don't wanna breathe. The world feels so, so motionless. The sound is moving further away, though. There's a slight echo from it. Damn, my head is throbbing, so much blood rushing towards it. I'm suspended upside down in this damned web. What a bitch. I can't hear anything anymore. That's reassuring  — I think. But I don't have much time. How long until I'm next? How have I not fucking passed out? I – I don't wanna think about it. I'm so tired, but I don't want to sleep. I have to replicate whatever loosened the cocoon. I have to be emotional again. It is the only way out of here. I hope it isn't a long drop. Or something softens my fall. I don't have a choice. I definitely can't – can't meditate out of here. What should I think about?

"Hey."
"H–hey."
"Why are you alone out here? Shouldn't you be inside? It looks like it's about to rain."
"I – I don't know. I'm – I'm just so embarrassed — about my speech. I look like a dumbass in front of the entire village. I couldn't stop mumbling and stuttering and –" He embraced me with his arms.
"I know what I think. I think you talk too much." I remember his smile, so pleasing. "I thought it was perfect. You wouldn't be you without your quirks. But – I – I love your stutter. It makes you, you, ya know?"

I can't stop thinking about him. I can't stop crying. The cocoon is – is coming loose, though. I can feel it. Should I prepare for the fall? I don't know what could possibly be down there. It could be eggs, more web — I don't wanna imagine it. I think – it feels close. Oh! Quick! I have to rotate to my side and tuck my chin under my arm. Huh? Oh? I'm under water. There was a pool at the bottom? I guess that's where the stream – I don't even wanna surface. I don't know what could be up there. What should I do? I don't want to look at those damned creatures. I think I'll just – just stay down here. Do I want to live? Is there a point? Does it matter?

I'm – I'm being ridiculous. What about the people I love? I have to try. I'm either going to drown down here or be chowed down by those abominations. I don't have much to lose. I think my lungs are about to collapse. I'm almost there. I'm almost there. I'm horrified, but that doesn't matter. I'm expecting the worst. I've made it! I'm – I'm above the ground, in a pool? Oh, everything hurts, but I'm alive! Cough up all that water. Oh thank you! Thank you, sweetest mistress! What? No. No. There's humming coming from the ground beneath me? I don't have time to think. I have to move — now!

They're coming from the opening?! How many are there? I don't wanna look back, but it sounds like a lot. There's so many leaves and brambles in the way, but I have to keep going. Dammit, why are there so many loose roots? Get up! I don't feel anything. There is only action. The sound is so, so close. Get that droning out of my damned head! The skittering is right behind me. I don't know. There isn't anywhere else. I can't escape. Oh. Oh? I can't move. I'm snarled in a web spittle. I'm petrified. I'm disturbed, looking into their countless, lifeless eyes. I don't —