Reality Is No More

If Only There Was Logic

The question remains, what is right, what is wrong.  Which way is which?  Who is who and what is what?  With almost zero memories, there doesn't seem to be a way of knowing if anything is the way it was meant to be.  But from the deepest recesses of my mind, I can pull out a logical sense of things.  And this world, has none.  So far, nothing has proven to show any logic, which deeply upset me.  Supposedly this means I was a person dependant on logic.  So far I know my hair is long and brown, I have tan skin and I'm roughly 14-15 years old.  That's about all I know for sure, and I'd love to know more if only I could remember.
My current situation consists of me walking down a long, seemingly endless path while contemplating life.  and now that I think of it, I'm hungry.  Like really hungry.  Food is going to be a problem.  If I am going to make my way back to reality, then providing food for myself would essential.  How?  Well, unfortunately I have asked that question to many times these past few days.  (It's been roughly 3 days in this world.)  It would be nice if I could just walk on forever without needing to deal with these bothersome things.  But survival instinct leapt into action as a far off forest came into view.
I took a moment to stare it down, wondering perhaps, if this is merely a hallucination.  But no, it stayed there and with tremendous forth I sped my way down the path and crashed into the forest with a thud.  Rubbing my face as I got up, I found oddly shaped berries hanging down in front of me from the tree I had hit.  I grabbed one and studied it carefully.  Safe?  There wasn't really any way of figuring out, so I simply popped the berry in my mouth and savoured the taste.  Indescribably perfect!  Never before had any food so much as came close to tasting like the incredible berries.  I grabbed berry after berry and ate all there was on the branch. That's when it hit me. Like being whacked in the face with a baseball bat! Whatever those berries were, they weren't good to eat. I felt too dizzy to stand and fell over, my stomach in a knot. After curling up on the ground, I slowly felt myself drift out of consciousness.
"Red roses..? No...." A female voice pondered. "Purple roses..? It can't be..." She continued. All surrounding me was black. I could see nothing. "Blue, blue roses. They must be blue!" The woman exclaimed. Light began fading in from the distance. "Oh, how I love those beautiful blue roses! They shimmer and they shine, definitely blue." All was now white, no more darkness. "Yes! I love you blue roses! You're so gorgeous!" A silhouette was in the distance, too far away to determine who it could be. The person was slightly crouched, a tad bent over and picking around in front him/her. The silhouette grew closer, as if I was moving closer to it. "Look at those petals, perfectly arranged." The silhouette was wearing a dress, with long hair sweeping from side to side each time she bent over to touch something that looked like a bush. "You have sharp thorns and a lovely green stem. You are so full of life..." The woman sounded sad, and I could identify that the figure and the voice were the same person. "I was like you, a blue rose." Her sad voice elevated in emotion. "Young, fresh, so alive..."
    She was now close enough for me to see she wasn't smiling at the rose bush. She stretched her hand out and grasped her hand around a rose. She looked simply as she did before, a dark silhouette, only a few feet away. She stared at the flower with envy. "Thorns, they hurt. They are your sole protection." She stated solemnly. Though the whole scene with the woman was completely black, like a cartoon animation, I could see the dark red blood seeping out of her hand from her firm grasp around the rose's stem. "Once you're picked from the bush, you'll die a slow and painful death." More blood covered her hand and the blue of the rose was slowly glowing. "Oh, blue rose. Your defence is weak," she said with a cold voice. "your thorns do nothing to stop me. I will tear you from your family and watch you wither away. Just as it has been done to me." Now I could see her pale skin, her lifeless eyes and old plain white dress. The rose bush gained it's dark green colour and compared to the woman, it was more than alive. But she was dead, as cold and soulless as dead gets. She wasn't smiling and she wasn't frowning, her plain expression startled me.
    She tore the rose from the bush and held up at eye level. She stood and watched it wither away quickly. Everything stopped all of a sudden and my eyes flashed open...