What's a Heart to a Soul

1.1 Beep Beep Bitch

(A/N) Words cannot begin to express how excited I am to share this story with all of you. This is my favorite book I've ever written and it's killed me to hold off on releasing until now to make sure it was as perfect as possible before doing so. Thank you all for the continued support and, as always, happy reading and writing!

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Beep... beep... beep...

I tried to turn to find the source of the sound but it was to no avail as the empty nothingness swirled mockingly about. I screamed out into the darkness, a faint resilient silence received in response. I reached out, the emptiness enclosing around me like nothing ever was or ever would be. I spun and spun, the silence of a vacant void fading into the beep... beep... beep...

A whisper screamed out, stinging my ears as I spun faster, a dizzying echoing of a beautiful melodic laugh rang out. The music faded to a mute hum that vibrated within me. I flew through everything, a million memories fading into one bright beam of light. It felt as though I could burn up into nothing, my skin aflame and my heart a bonfire stoked and stoked until not even ash remained. Lightning struck and pierced right through me, the electricity jolting my very being into every direction. A blurry scene, familiar yet forgotten, was within grasp. I eased forward, my mind still racing as the blurs of a figure sharpened and ignited my brain as only the most precious and familiar of souls could fully achieve.

"Are you okay?" Her high pitched voice called out as her blurred gaze stared back at me.

The sun beat down, a heavy burden on my soul as the ringing in my ears seemingly ceased.

I screamed no but what came out to my surprise was a stuttered "Yeah I'm okay."

That was not my voice! No it couldn't possibly be my voice. It was far too low or too high or... or... too childish to be my voice!

Despite the blurred edges of every aspect of her face, I could still see a skeptical look worn on the young girl "My mom says lying is bad and you aren't okay you're bleeding!"

She cringed slightly, seeming queasy as though the statement aloud made it more real than having seen it all along. She reached for my arm, pulling it from the rough ground beneath, her touch gentle as she examined me. I shifted my weight onto my free arm, the harsh gravel ridden pavement below me scratching slightly at my skin. I peered down at the wound on the rather tiny arm, that couldn't possibly be mine, and scoffed.

"It's just a scratch." I stated a matter of factly in my too young to possibly assess a wound voice.

She glared at me, her eyes an electric blue, piercing through me and vibrant beyond anything I'd seen yet.

She let out an irritated huff and lightly dropped my arm "You're being difficult."

For a brief moment we shared a glance, something between us neither could possibly begin to comprehend or foresee at such a young age. She was first to break eye contact, glancing down once more at my "open wound" as she would most likely describe it and then back at me.

She extended a hand "Let's have an adult look at it so I can stop worrying."

I rolled my eyes but extended my good arm and allowed her to help me up and onto my feet. I felt as dizzy as I had before and silently prayed to not be swept away again. There was something too familiar and comforting about this dream and I wasn't quite ready to let it go yet. I shook my head trying my best to keep my focus and was met by yet another concerned electric charged glance from the young girl who was somehow an inch taller than me.

Had I shrunk to the size of a child? What in the world is this dream and why don't I want it to end?

"You're curious." She stated matter of factly.