The Tales Of Sasha Silver (gxg)

Chapter 2

"Drip. Drip. Drip..."

The steady, rhythmic sound sliced through the fog in my brain, dragging me from what felt like an eternal slumber. My eyelids were heavy like they were made of stone, and it took every ounce of effort to pry them open. When I finally managed it, the world shifted into focus, but... this wasn't what I had expected.

I wasn't in a hospital bed, surrounded by beeping machines, hooked up to IVs. No sterile smells, no beeping monitors, no father's reassuring presence, no Wendy.

I swallowed, my throat raw, as a wave of confusion crashed over me, heavy and suffocating, pressing down on my chest like a vice.

What the hell happened?

My pulse raced, my heart hammering as panic started to claw at the edges of my mind. This is wrong. Everything is wrong.

I tried to sit up, and the effort was brutal. Pain exploded through my body like an electric shock—blinding, raw, and unforgiving. "Ah!" The scream tore from my throat, an involuntary cry that echoed in the eerie silence before I collapsed back to the ground. Every breath felt like a battle. Every movement made the pain worse.

I tried to steady myself, forcing the chaotic thoughts to slow down. The pain was so consuming that I could barely focus, but I had to. I forced myself to breathe—slow, deep, shaky breaths.

Focus.

I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment, willing the pain to dull. When I opened them again, the world didn't make any more sense. The ground beneath me was uneven and rough, a mix of dirt and strange, wet moss. A few trees surrounded me—tall, impossibly wide, their gnarled roots knotted into the earth like ancient fingers gripping the land. My stomach twisted.

Where the hell am I?

I turned my head, slow and careful, to the left. There was nothing but endless green—grass, trees, and a sky so alien it made my throat close up.

This isn't Earth. This can't be Earth.

I turned right. Massive rocks, stacked unnaturally high, loomed before me. They seemed out of place, like some forgotten ruin, too deliberate to be natural. My heart skipped a beat. Was this some kind of monument? Or a trap?

"No... no, no, no." I whispered, my voice thin, almost broken. "This can't be happening."

I gripped my chest, willing my heart to steady. It's a dream. I'm in a coma... just a coma. I repeated it like a mantra. I'll wake up. Everyone will be there. Everything will be okay.

But the world didn't fade. It didn't change.

I squeezed my eyes shut again, desperately trying to shut out the nightmare. One... two... three... I counted under my breath. But when I opened my eyes, the same towering trees and jagged rocks greeted me. The cold dread that had been creeping in surged, a wave of panic crashing over me, overwhelming everything.

I couldn't fight it. My stomach churned, bile rising from deep in my gut. And before I could stop it, I was vomiting—thick, green, and vile. The sound echoed in the silence, and I gagged, too nauseous to even focus on what I was expelling from my body.

When it was over, I gasped for air, desperate for a moment of clarity. But there was none. The confusion only deepened.

What the hell was that?

I looked at the mess I'd just expelled—green, thick, and slimy. A shiver ran through me as I tried to process it. Was that some kind of poison? Was I sick? My breath hitched in my chest, panic rising again.

I pressed my hands to my face, trying to steady myself. My fingers brushed through my hair, and that's when I saw it.

I froze.