Delusions

Chapter 2

I don't know where I am. It's really bright and it hurts my eyes. My body lays on a soft surface, it feels like I'm laying on clouds. My head is in a nest of thick hair. Somebody holds my hand. Water drips on my arm and I believe someone is crying. I can hear the sobs, the muffled words. A word surfaces from the sea of inaudible chatter. A word enter my ears and latched onto my brain. A word, a single word, sticks in my mind and repeats itself in a horrific loop.

"Why?"

My star was no longer a moon when I woke up. The star acts like a sun once more. The sky is a bright blue with a few fluffy clouds. I sit up and stretch. It feels good to be here, in my world. I looked down at my wrinkled dress. I closed my eyes and thought of summer days and warm weather. When I opened my eyes again, my clothes had turned into a purple crop top and grey jeans. I smiled. The limitless choice of outfits was my favorite part of my world so far.

"Cloris!," Someone yelled.

Amy ran toward me and waved her arms in all directions. I waved back to her.

"Hey, Amy."

"Cloris! I have come to take you away!"

"Um, okay? Where?"

Amy held her finger to her lips and shook her head.

"Follow me!"

I followed Amy around my world. Her shoes left a trail in the grass. She held her arms out and pretended to be an airplane. I smiled as I followed her. Regardless of Amy being sixteen years old, she acted like she was five. It didn't surprise me, though. She had acted this way since, well, since she was five.

"Ah ha! Here we are!," Amy held her arms out then brought them to her hips.

"Pretty neat, huh?"

I looked at the buildings behind her. They seemed to be divided into three different backgrounds. It was only then that I recognized them as my schools.

"Uh, our schools?"

Amy held her hand over heart pretending to be hurt.

"School? This is not just school."

"Memories...," I whispered.

"Yes! My dear Cloris. Memories!"

Amy threw her arm around me and she slowly moved her hand across the school.

"Every thing in those buildings."

She pointed to my head.

"Came from this itty bitty brain of yours!"

"Hey!"

I pushed Amy away and held my hands on my hips.

"My love, Amy, I'm not stupid. And I know what a memory is already, I've ran into a couple."

A flash back of the memories ran through my head. I rubbed the back of my neck and looked up at the schools.

"Yes, yes, I know. But!," Amy pointed her finger in the air.

"Not like this!"

Amy pulled me closer to her and waved her finger at my nose.

"Every. Single. One! Of these schools holds many many memories!"

"Eleven years of memories," I muttered.

"Tons of memories!"

She was being repetitive. I would normally be irritated at this, but I couldn't help but find it amusing. Poor Amy was so oblivious to her own words. Even so, I was a bit curious about how the memories worked.