Melany Fellington is a young girl who lives in poverty in a changed world. She doesn't have what others have the room to have, but family made what she has more than enough. During substandard times of oppression, an interference threatens her famil...
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(Thursday, November 1st) (11:49 a.m.)
The powerful element of the fog that traveled through the air in the woody terrain and road rippled through my vision, rippling through the heights of the sky and refraining the sun's rays from shining below. As the fog's reign upon the earth held us as its subjects, the quicker flicking of Carra's wide eyed gaze from looking at me to the ground then me continued. In the reign of the fog in the air and across the ground, everything was foggy from the atmosphere to my very own vision that my set of eyes found itself under.
The drifting fog in the real time of this world intermingled with the figurative mental fog of my headspace ever since the recent events that took place occurred, wide fearful eyes that fixed of me after looking at the black road below again from where Carra had stood near me, the elevation of the heights of the deep woody terrain smothering both my eyes and senses in the large mass of the fog that failed to possess the deceiving power to conceal the wider fearful eyes from the woman next to me that rapidly flickered between both me and the road below our feet.
Every living and nonliving thing that came to exist in the atmosphere in real time was covered by a foggy haze, reducing a clarity of events, that was until reality, my realitywasunclouded.
There was a dead man on the pavement, and it was clear to anyone that stood on the pavement that saw an unmoving body here on this secluded road, an unmoving body as clear to my eyes in a definite and irreversible end of a man's life that I had known nothing about.
Absolutely nothing.
The confusion instantly became knowledge, awareness, then dread. "D-did I?" My voice wavered, shaken to the whole of my being as distance was made between Carra and me by steps that I took in terror. But Carra began to approach me even after what I did and I still made receding steps to distance myself from anyone that was near me in shock, shock of myself, corrupting my mind's inner workings targeted by the altering powers of it, future intentions being cultivated inside by these powers in the steps executed by me, steps, distancing steps that met the pavement in echoing thuds, echoing dread in my chest, panging against my constricting heart.
The distance between myself and the scene became greater in the power of shock, powers that made my lips quiver, my two blurring eyes darting across the dead man's desecrated upper body, his shattered spine and snapped neck, his head in the same position after I had done it.
My steps were loud in ringing ears that had sensitively burned in the quiet, the quiet of deathly degrees, crushing my bones by the pressure of it, this quiet, a silence that was threatened by echoing booted steps that my subconsciousness took in terror.
