A Crack Away from Destiny

Louise

Rainbow-like-colors swarmed around the tube she was wandering through. But underneath all of that color was black, which without any explanation, unnerved Louise. However, she knew perfectly well this was just another messed up dream, she couldn't help but feel somewhat frightened. Louise tried to look through the tube, wondering what other possible inhabitants awaited her, ones that were probably wondering what spices would make her taste juicier. She shivered at the very thought. But instead the colors dizzied her and after a while, she gave up, resuming -what seemed to be- an endless walk through a spiraling tube of colors. Louise struck her hand against the tube. And to her surprise, her hand went merely through it, and the the substance creating the colors felt of nothing as if she were dipping her hand in mist. She angled her arm further out of the tube, but to her disappointment, she felt nothing. Well, it looks like I'll be staying here a while, I might as well- Suddenly the swarming colors froze as if somebody had switched them off like one might switch off a light: the outcome instantaneous. Louise froze, gazing up towards the ceiling of the tube, waiting intently for anything else to happen. For a disappointing moment, Louise thought that the tube merely grew tired of producing such an act and resumed wandering to nowhere until suddenly, the colors swarmed even quicker than before, each one lapsing over the other in lightning speed. Louise halted in her tracks, taking in the new behavior. All at once, the colors sped north, still lapsing against each other but also racing towards the other end. Louise wondered for a moment if it was like looking inside a blood vessel: blood racing while circling each other in the seemingly endless tunnel of red. Then the colors suddenly disappeared, replaced by a blinding white light that seared Louise's eyes. She winced, slamming her hands against her eyes. After a moment or so, however, the pain subsided and she realized the white light was actually a white room, the entrance a circular-like shape. Louise stole a quick glimpse behind her and skeptically entered the circle.

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White surrounded her completely, not an ounce of any other color. Four white chairs, positioned in a circle, stood before her with thick cushions, which Louise was overall, very thankful for. She sat down on one and crossed her legs. For some queer reason, Louise felt very underdressed in her frog pajamas, though she had not even a remote idea as to what the room or chairs were for. Everything about the room discerned Louise. But the most unnerving aspect was the tube immediately vanished right in front of her eyes as soon as she entered the room.

"Hello?" suddenly asked a British female voice. Louise jolted upright out of her chair. A beautiful girl with perfectly straight brown hair and green eyes, eyeliner lining them, and olive-toned skin walked into the room out of nowhere. Suddenly Louise felt like her pale complexion and dull gray eyes were obsolete compared to hers.

"Um, hi... Do you know where we are, by any chance?" Louise inquired. The girl looked around the white room for a moment, taking in the new scenery before replying, "Not a clue. What's your name, by the way? I'm Alexa. Alexa Johnson."

"I'm Louise Melón-not Louise Melon, if you are ever tempted to say that," Louise replied in a conversational manner, striking out her hand.

"Haha, okay, Louise Melón," she said, shaking Louise's hand, smiling. Before another word could've been spoken between the two, a boy, out of nowhere trudged inside the room. Louise's breath caught in her throat. He was drop-dead-gorgeous. He had sparkling green eyes, like Alexa's but expressing more mirth somehow. He also had tousled jet-black hair that seemed to match with his pajamas of a man in a red suit; and he had high cheekbones, which Louise had always been envied over. Though his facial features seemed to be the only aspect of him worth staring at, for he had no visible muscles and he was unusually tall. Overall, his facial features made up for his lanky shape. But the handsome stranger mesmerized Louise, all the same. Alexa cursed under her breath and said something like "why does he have to be in my dreams, too?!", but Louise wasn't entirely sure, considering her speech was barely audible.