White Space

The In Between

This is something I just started I don't think I am going to post anymore unless people really want me to (doubt that!). I really just wanted to make sure that it was worth pursuing. No need to vote or fan or add to your library or whatever I just wanted some feed back. THANKS!

Music pumped through the speakers and the smell of blood seeped through the walls. The room was dark leaving deep shadows where ever the miscellaneous but few pieces of furniture laid across the floor. The carpet was a white as snow except for the stain. From a curtain of black hair splayed across the soft carpet flowed a pool of scarlet blood like a flower. The hair belonged to a fourteen-year-old girl that laid sprawled on the floor. Her clothes were dark and oversized for her lithe body. Her eyes, which were still open, shown an erie green in the dim lighting that flickered on and off. Each flicker of the lights illuminated the same dreadful scene of the young girl. At closer inspection one begins to notice the lacerations on the girl’s upper arm draping her arm in thin layers of blood. 

A twitch overcame the girl’s lips.

She lives. 

For now.

Slowly the twitches turned into something more. She was mouthing something, slowly, almost casually. It made one sick to their stomach to see such a sight. To have life in one’s hand yet no capability to stop it from slipping through your fingers. She was like the uncatchable sand. Crushed by the Pressure that threw everything she knew into a chaotic frenzy. Her eyelids flutter to life.

She blinks. Once.

Twice.

Thrice.

In the snapshots awarded with each glimmer of life show the child forcing herself to be. She was beginning to seal the cracks. She was no longer slipping into an oblivion. Little did she know what she where she would eventually find herself was much worse then an oblivion. The lights turn on for a final time then go out. For good.

Like a spark slowly burning somewhere in the shadows that consumed everything something hummed to life in the chest of the girl’s chest. Then, suddenly, in more pain than the girl had ever experienced even in her means of death, the spark burst forth and she shot up gasping in the upright position. Tears burned her eyes and she could feel nothing of herself. Wishing dearly to wipe the unnatural tears from her eyes she tried desperately to find herself in the emptiness. She was blind.

Finally a soft hand touched her check. Was this going to be her saviour? The hand was too soft and warm, she felt, for it to be her own. A tingle began somewhere in the core of her being. It spread to the pit of her stomach. Then in her checks and finally on her fingertips. To her surprise the smooth hand on her check was, in fact, her own. I light murmur flew from her lips then all at once the blazing tears that left her sightless were gone. Opening her eyes too fast she found herself in the opposite of where she was previously. The blackness was replaced with pure white. 

Blinking a few times to orient herself and let her eyes adjust she leaned back on her hands. Thats when she found that she no longer rested on the soft lush carpet of the room. The floor was cold and smooth like marble but flawless without the milky patterns. The room seemed to go on for infinity in all directions without ending. Looking behind her she almost jumped out of her own skin when she noticed she was not alone. 

Behind her, perched in an incredible cross-legged fashion on a stool, sat an odd looking man. His black hair was cut unevenly and fell across his face like so. His chin and upper lip were slightly unshaven and his eye brow was cocked in a questioning position. His grey eyes gazed off into the unseeable distance as if there was some answer in the endlessness before him. His chin rested on his thumbs while his hands pointed up over his mouth in a prayerful manner. Despite his unkept appearance he seemed rather young. In his early twenties if that. 

“Who,” She began in a raw voice. “Who are you?”

“Me?” He asked as if it were an unreasonable question. “Who am I? What a ridiculous thing to ask…” He continued to gaze over head like she weren’t there.

“Fine then. Can you tell me where we are?” She grumbled.

“Where I am, or where you are?” He squinted as if he caught a glimpse of something in the distance. This made her turn and look to see if there really was anything there but all she saw was whiteness.

“Aren’t we in the same place?” She asked hesitantly.

He chuckled and shook his head with his eyes continuously locked beyond her. “Of course not! How could I be where you are? That is preposterous…”

“Okay…” She paused and thought. “Where am I?”

“Why, you are somewhere between Neamh and Céasadh and no it’s not earth. Silly humans always think it’s earth. Earth, my friend is a whole other matter entirely, less complex, but completely different.” 

“I’m confused…” She began.

“Well of course you are!” The man stood up and threw his hands over his head. For the first time he look at the girl and as he did a smile crossed his face. “You don’t know these ‘places’,” He used finger quotations around the word. “By their real names. Of course you know nothing of these things because… you want to know why?”

“Why?” She shrunk a little but as he began to pace before her.

“Because you are ignorance little creatures indeed. Without a care in the world but of yourselves. Ha! It’s funny actually especially if you are like me and get the pleasure of watching it all.” He winked. 

“You never told me who you are so I won’t know what if it were funny or not. You said we don’t know these places by their real names…” She tough for a moment as he watched her with an angelic glint of depth in his eyes. “But that does mean we know of them. What are they?”

“Heaven and Hell, my dear! Rather crude words, poorly interpreted, but they will do. We are sitting between Heaven and Hell.” He smiled again and reached down to rub the girl’s hair as if she were a dog.

“Purgatory?” He face screwed up in confusion as she asked. “Are we in purgatory?”

“Oh, we do have a smart one on our hands I see,” He seemed to genuinely mean it. “But technically purgatory isn’t only between heaven and hell.”

She shook her head in confusion.

“Can’t figure it out? Hm, pity.” He said in disappointment. “Picture it like this: Purgatory is a piece of thread stretching into infinity into either direction. Now imagine two hoops, on is heaven and hell, on opposite sides of infinity that the thread has been laced through. Neither heaven nor hell touch the thread yet they are connected.” He clapped his hands together finitely.

“So there is an infinity between heaven and hell?” She muttered in wonder and distress.

“Yes, but there is also an infinity after heaven and after hell.” 

“So we are trapped here is what you’re saying. Infinity is a long walk…”

Throwing his head back he engaged himself in a laugh of pure humour. “Oh humans. No perception. What are those things you humans use to take measurements? Made of wood?”

“Meter stick?” She answered finding the question random and irrelevant.

“Yes! A meter stick! You know the distance between one centimetre mark and the other. Its rather small as you well know. But how many factions of a centimetre are between those two marks? One half a centimetre, one third, one fourth, one fifth, one sixth, all the way up to one googolplex and beyond! Amazing really that such as small space can contain an infinity yet it does.”

“So what you’re saying is that heaven is about a centimetre away?” She asked.

“Humans!” He smacked his forehead in disbelief. “It’s as far away as it needs to be.”

“This makes absolutely no sense.” She muttered pushing herself up off the ground and brushing off her pants. 

“Now, here is a question you should be asking. ‘Who are you?’.” He pointed a finger at her in a curious fashion.

“Me,” She laughed. “I’m… wait. I’m…” No matter how hard she tried to remember she couldn’t remember where she came from or who she was.

“See. Good question, right?”