Dreamsmp/Mcyt ~ Oneshots

somehow he knew - Karl Jacobs

                    ||TW: mention of death||
                  Btw it's about the inbetween!

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He was heading back to the one place he hoped he’d never have to see again. Blinding bright walls curling up distantly into cloud scattered skies. Arches leaning snuggly under sloped awnings, windows cut out of the smooth walls capturing the faint flickering light filtering through. The air was light, almost making the boy dizzy as he turned to see the hazed glow of the sun. It was harsh enough on his eyes to raise his hand timidly, to block the golden morning's glare. But the dangerous beauty of the place didn’t stop there. It seemed to harness the sun’s low hanging position in the sky, letting the structure radiate in the growing light, lighting up the smooth stairs tucked behind pillars growing from the stark white ground. Everything was of pure white, the kind he was scared to touch.

The courtyard was bare, but he didn’t have to look to notice that. The only thing that stood out like a sore thumb was a patch of swaying grass lining a small area in the center, the colour was a blessing for the eyes of the beholder. It almost looked more welcoming than the gentle warmth of the sun, dulling his thoughts, sending him off to sleep.

Amongst the soft grass was an off-white tree, seeming slightly out of place within the sharp corners of such a geometric place. Its branches hang low to the ground, sweeping the polished floor, offering cool shade to the boy.

Cautiously, the boy took a step towards the tree, his feet barely making contact with the rippling white floor, almost as if he was floating. Gliding across the courtyard, ignoring the imperfect lumps sticking out from the group, the slumped shapes not fazing the boy as he continued journey towards the tree, determined to hold the trunk, feel something solid against his palms, for he felt he could no longer decipher what was real or imaginary anymore. The soft light of the morning had created a small ring of haze around the boy’s eyes, allowing the pavement around him to glow unearthly.

As the boy made his way over to the lone tree, his footsteps were as even and precise as the structure of the strange place around him. As he neared, the boy noticed a creaking swing hanging from the weeping tree. The seat looked the perfect size for him, like it was made for him, but that was because it was. The boy laughed darkly; he couldn’t help letting wisps of fear creep into his breath. He knew this already, he knew about the tree, the long halls of the place, stretching out lazily, basking in the never changing morning sun. He knew, somehow, that this place was as real as he was. But as he continued to turn his pale head around the angled like place, everything seemed new. But it wasn’t. He could no longer trust his thoughts in his brain, the scenery only a carefully played out trick. His mind turned against him, visions manipulating him into feeling safety, comfort.

Then and there, the boy decided not to think of it anymore, or remember because It simply hurt his head in many ways. So instead he let his eyes flutter shut, brown eyelashes tickling his cheeks momentarily.

The swing shifted under his weight as the boy began to rock slightly, the soft breeze helping him along, letting his curls drape down his forehead. Somehow, deep down he knew there would only be moments of serene before everything would cave in, and he would run away from this place. He was never meant to be here, he promised he’d never go here. So... why was he still here?

The hair on his neck stood as he heard a name being echoed down the dreary halls. It lifted on the breeze as it was repeated louder, whispering behind him, in his ears, like a secret. That’s when his grey eyes shot open.

But the surroundings he awakens to weren’t the same warm whites, the buildings majestic in its height, climbing into the clouds. It now seemed like they were leaning towards him, breathing too close to him, watching him. He was caged in a painfully quiet place. Like a rose, petals adorning its appearance. But under its mask of delicateness, sharp thorns await the weak-minded ones who dare touch it. To question its beauty.

Suddenly standing to his feet, the boy had the sudden urge to turn and run away. Even though, deep down he knew there was no escape. That’s when he saw the disformed shapes on the floor, and realised why he disguised them from his own mind. Because they weren’t imperfections of the flawless architecture, they weren’t a part of the deadly sheer beauty of the place. They were figures, delicate and fragile human bodies curled into themselves. But they weren’t just any figures, they were of the boy himself. Lying, eyes wide with shock, glossy and distant, face painted with the same blankness as an empty canvas. His blue tinged fingers curled over crumpled notes, securing them protectively into his chest.

The breeze howled in his ears, yelling harshly.

And then he understood. The name the place was calling for was his. But deep down he already knew that.

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Sorry that was really short. I just wanted to post thing because it felt like forever since I've been able to us Wattpad to share writing. More coming from this, and they will be much, much longer.

Hold on till then, Honk :)