A Quick Venture Into a Mind Unknown to Reality

Sweet Darts, Poisoned Tarts 1

~posted it for like five seconds earlier but remembered I forgot to put the cover so if it shows up twice on your notifications, my apologies~

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~fantasizing about a wonderful prince or rich wife to take you away from your shithole people consider life can sometimes go wrong. Very wrong. Or maybe it's right and you just have to look at it from another view? After all, you can't be picky when no one but an ancient demon will claim your broken, amnesiac self~

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Low rhythmic thumping can be heard throughout the halls. So soothing it almost put me to sleep as I strolled down it cautiously. I peered into each of the broken windows of the locked doors and was met by the same still darkness every time. Light danced behind one at the end of the long corridor and relief, fear, curiosity and desperation flooded me so quickly I had to step back so I wouldn't fall. Suddenly I lunged forward and went into a fast, sloppy run for it, as if it might leave.

I half expected the hall to lengthen like in movies, so I never reach it, yet it's right in front of me. The previously deep red paint is now a faded rust color with chips pealing off. Rough to the touch and slightly scorched, it leaves a streak of brown as I run my hand down it. My hand trails down the door and I try the handle. The click of the lock opening surprises me but as I push it further, I'm suddenly yanked back into the darkness as of the mere existence of the light is forbidden.

Everything becomes a gray haze as the steady thumping becomes a pitchy beep of the same rhythm. The feel of another hand tangled in my hair and the smell of peppermint and strawberry sends my head whirling around in a world of swirls and spirals. My eyes finally adjust to the lack of light and the hand retracts as the formation of a tall, finely crafted woman appears. Her gold and silver eyes, black, webbed, outstretched wings and long spear make my heart palpitate. She is no human.

"See to his questions. Tend his wounds. I'll start dinner," she relays to a small figure just outside of my view. I feel myself return to the darkness as my eyes roll back into my skull. This time, my dream was a simple black void.