The world that her mind built (Redo)

Chapter 5

-Rorel's POV-

I fell over, toppling the man in...surprisingly the same jacket and jeans. "Sorry I guess I didn't see where I was going." I mumbled nervously, intimidated by his strong build. "Do you remember me?" He asked with an innocent yet cold voice.

"Pardon?" I asked softly, dusting myself off as I got up from the gravel floor. "Never mind, I guess you were caught too huh." I pulled him off the ground with my right hand. "Yeah. I should probably get going." I muttered, putting in effort to think of ways and means to get out of the awkward situation.

"I think we should stick together, we have a higher chance of succeeding that way." He brushed himself off and smiled. "I mean, what is the point of walking alone?" He said in a mild tone. He started to vaporize, dust particles dispersing from him. I jerked back as the person disappeared completely. Was that part of the simulation?

I shrugged it off, MDPs were weird. I moved to my left with an outstretched hand in hope that I'd find something worthwhile. A whiff of Jasmine and Rose flowers tickled my nose, and soon the fragrance was strong, making me dizzy.

bzzzzz bzzzzz bzzzzzz

Realizing the circumstance, I quickly pulled on my hoodie, grabbed out a pair of mittens from my pocket and pulled down the rolled up cloth of my jeans.

"Ow! That little bugger." I looked at my wrist. Clear bee stings started to make my skin swell up and form bulges of red pockets. I removed the bee's stinger stick thingy and carried on. hoping that my left hand will stop being battered mercilessly by unwanted beings.

I felt around, and felt a hard, yet unstable frame. Nudging it slightly, it fell backwards with a somewhat satisfying 'thud', diverting a few furious hornets.

The structure came to me as another sign, it was chipped at the sides and the words carved into it were not as elaborate as I imagined them to be.

"Sweet Nothings" I fingered the small italic words that etched into the wood alluringly.

I looked back to see a wooden door, its majestic outlook was radiant and symmetric, bewitching me into opening that cursed door that was a reformation of Pandora's box. It's delicate carvings definitely drew me in though, it was such a lovely sight to be able to witness, I was taken in by the ornamental decor of it. However, I wasn't completely fooled by it.

As people are blind to joy in times of sadness, they are also deceived in times of happiness. Too many forget that the outward beauty of an object, does not define the internal beauty that one withholds.

The wooden door had a pine sign nailed to it's upper part, it read "believe everything you see".

Upon seeing that nothing more could be gained by walking down the almost impenetrable sea of exquisite flowers of all colors, I turned to my right and trampled forwards, nearly knocking over the ant-infested metal sign.

That's when I saw him, again.

Was I hallucinating in a dream? He wore a pure, white suit, his long pants were white as well and his shoes were polished to show a reflection of my face, he sounded much different. This time, instead of a pair of red, dagger eyes, I saw emerald green eyes that beckoned me to melt into sweet syrup.

"I remember you too you know?" He bubbled in a higher, more giggly tone. "Me?" I gestured to myself, unsure if he was real or not. "Mmhmm! Do you remember me?" He asked me with a wide smile on his unidentifiable face. He looked oddly familiar, maybe I've met him on the streets before. But I shook my head with caution. Did I really know this person? Does he really know who I am? Or maybe this is all just a crazy simulation.

"I think I'll just go." I said bluntly, walking forwards to the next sign that I saw in the distance. "Wait!" He yelled. He tugged at my jacket, shocking me that a simulation could be so real. "You don't remember anything?" He asked me, greeting me with a hurt face.

I turned to look at him, but by that time he had vanished, nothing but fog circled around me, but that warmth, the sensational feeling when his hand clutched my jacket merely, it felt real, but I suppose this is a world on its own, so I continued my way to the sign, trying to erase his existence from my mind.

I stretched my right hand out and this time, it felt oddly metallic? 

I felt around and realised that the sign was actually made out of plastic. A plastic door? I looked around to find a translucent plastic door, it was pink, making everything beyond the door look like a cliche cheerleader girl's room.

The ink on the sign read, "Nothing but a filter to make you see the world differently."

The plastic door had a glowing banner which overcrowded the dull metal door nearby, "Reality as you knew it".

Of course.