Act 1: Spider lily

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"why is everything dark?" I thought to myself, "umh" I tried moving my body but it wouldn't budge, how strange. I kept questioning what this place is when a sudden appearance of a red spider lily interrupted my train of thought. " huh" my hand unexpectedly moved on its own as it grabbed the shining red flower, my eyes widen as the flower disappeared and seems to replace itself with a thick red substance sticking itself to my hand. "Nonononononono" I chanted inside my head repeatedly, I wanted to say something, anything but nothing would come out of my mouth.

A sudden wave of anxiety washed over me as my chest tightened and my head felt fuzzy, it felt as if somebody was murdered right in front of me. I wanted to throw up, a sudden change of surroundings startled me. My chest kept tightening until I felt like I was being strangled by someone with all their might " water? am I.. underwater?" I asked myself while my lungs were filled with water as I stayed there floating for what felt like an eternity.
               
I close my eyes for a moment and then opened them back only to find myself in a field filled with the same flower "nononononono please no" I mumbled over and over again as my voice slowly cracked on every sentence I formed." I'm sorry I didn't mean to I.... I don't.. I'm sorry" I felt my face getting hot and my eyes started getting blurry. My legs gave up on me and I fell to the ground, I want this to stop...I need this to stop I can't handle this anymore. I knew it was wrong I know what I did was wrong.

It's my fault, it was all my fault I brought this to myself...if I hadn't...if only I...then...then everything would be perfect this wouldn't happen...he wouldn't...
Stop, please just stop I know what I did, I know what I caused but please...just...stop. The silence was deafening, everything is so loud, I just want it all to end then just like that everything went quiet. Is this a dream is this real? I don't know all I know is I want to get out of here as quickly as I can.

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