Your World, My World

Chapter 7: Purple Butterflies

Your World, My World

Chapter 7: Purple Butterflies

A small purple butterfly flutters against the tiled white ceiling above me. It's wings spreading far out from each other, making the purple glow brightly against the pale white background. It slowly brushes against the windowsill right next to where I lay. It's wings flutter a few times before it finally vanishes out of the open window and into the blinding daylight that warms my body.

What happened? Where am I? I allow myself to think, but it's incredibly hard to focus on anything besides my pounding head.

My hand reaches up to put some pressure to the slight tingling pain. Maybe it'll go away if I do that. Well, it helps a little, but not enough to make me feel better. My gaze slowly lifts up to the booming open window. It's sunlight soothing my skin and making the pounding in my head slowly drift away from my grasp.

I stand up as soon as the headache has faded and bolt out of the room.

I have already gone through this, not to long ago if I remember correctly. I guess people really like to see me black out without permission.

As I sprawl down a long empty hallway, I can feel a thudding push bounce against my collarbone. My hand glides up to tangle into the necklace safely hooked around my slim neck.

Suddenly, my chest feels surprisingly empty; like something has been ripped out from my life, and that emptiness soon fills up with the urge for longing.

Where has Len gone to? I remember talking to him before I fell asleep... but what happened after that?

My head starts to threaten the feel of a bad headache so I quickly dismiss the thought before it does come.

I slower my steps until I'm barely walking. I don't know where I'm going, though. I've never seen this place before. Sure, I've only been to about two or three real places so far, but this one feels... crowded. Even as I walk down the carpeted hallway alone, I can't help but feel as if a whole crowd of people are gathered close around me. Not even far enough to take a fresh breath without hitting someone's cold bare neck.

What is this place? My gaze turns towards the bare walls and empty doors listed with small numbers.

Nothing.

I can feel a deep frown cross my lips. I let out a soft, small sigh and look forward again.

In the distance, not to far from where I am standing, is a floating purple dot. It seems to glow bright, even from far away. It gently moves up and down in the air, possibly hovering in the middle of the hallway. Is it the butterfly I saw only a few seconds ago? How could it possibly of moved from one side of the building to the other in a matter of seconds?

It hovers in the air for a few moments, then slowly flees away into other distant hallway. Where is it going? Before I can begin to catch myself, I find myself quickly walking down the hallway to where the butterfly went. As soon as it goes down yet another hallway, my pace begins to speed up a little faster; kind of like a light jog in the woods.

I keep catching glimpses of it's blinding purple as I continue to follow it. My mind curious to know where it is headed to. It's amazing how this one small butterfly can fly so fast without a problem or without slowing down. We go through many twists and turns, even going down a few flights of stairs.

Eventually, it makes it's way around another corner. But when I make the same turn it did, I stop walking. Even my own breath catches in my throat.

A dead end? How could that be? I know for a fact the butterfly went this way! I saw it with my two own eyes! How could it just disappear?

My steps become hushed as I walk closer to the door in a small excuse of a hallway. The wooden door is a milky purple, much like the butterfly. My hand grips softly around the small silver door handle. As slowly as possible, I open the door.