Words Fail

Chapter 1

I forgot what I was going to do.

My ears were, kind of singing, I guess.
The waterfall's sounds were filling my head.
Trees everywhere, just swaving around...

It kind of, um, feels nice.

I feel really cold, though. The wind-- it was, pushing itself against my body.

And my brain hurts, a lot. I feel...
Scatterbrained.
That wasn't really, um... nice.

When I finally walked away from the bridge, I stared at the basket I was holding. I looked up... and straight ahead. The trees seemed to go in the opposite direction of where I was looking, almost as if I were being told to go back.

Oh. That's what I was going to do.

The reeds were, waving softly in the wind. I walked over and I... went and gathered some.

At least, I remember doing so. I don't remember things, sometimes.

He's hurt and scared. I was thinking I should... make him more comfortable with a better pillow.

I think.

When I turned to look at the bridge, my stomach started to- to hurt. I wasn't sure what it was, because the last time I felt it once was before, when I, um, heard that noise in the woods.

I never found out what that noise was. But I think maybe someone got into this world. I haven't actually seen anyone come in, though. Except him.

I began to walk forward, not really... sure why my body didn't want to.
The air started to feel tighter around me.

I walked faster.
He's going to wake up soon.
And faster.

Then, I forgot again.
My mind went blank, never actually realising what was happening.
The trees were getting smaller.
The water, getting even louder.

My stomach flipped; it felt as if it were swollen, or preparing for something.

I was suddenly aware of everything— the flowing grass, the bittersweet air, the numbing feeling of the cold, a nature-y pinecone-y, woody aqua smell, and a sugary horrible feeling in the deepest pits of my body.

It had felt as if I was going in slow-motion, but everything was happening so fast.
How could you even describe that?

I wish I had... my cassette player, right now. It's... special to me.

Um, didn't I leave it with him?
Wait, what about Backpa-?

I didn't get to finish that thought.

... As I felt a sharp pain pierced through my glass head.

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There was soft crackling.
I haven't heard that sound in so long...

Once I heard it, I... knew what it was.
Even though it had been... decades since I've been here, I would still know.

The radio.

It was this— grey box, with two knobs, a speaker-square-kind-of-thing, and an orange screen which displayed the numbers.
Er, it displayed the universes. I guess.

I already miss my... home.

Realising another thing, I brought my hand up to my left eye quickly--

The glass isn't broken anymore.
Oh my gosh, I could see again.

I felt the... familiar, warm breeze for a moment, seeing sunset-like colours on the infinitely-spanning walls and floor.

"I couldn't tell where the horizon began and where the ground ended."

It's like I can still hear him, talking to Soda Bottle.

Scenty's pleading was filling my head.

Then they left.

And everything disappeared.

All at once, I saw grass, all facing towards the sun—"You ever notice how all the grass is pointing towards the sun?"—, clouds, and geometric bushes... There was also a... the pool, in the distance.

Two stumps, and a table made out of wood inside of a structure,—is this something they made?—kind of, badly made out of wood. And the radio on the table.

If it rained, the rain would get through the holes quite... easily.

But it never rained.

At least, not in the Plane.

645 words.