Snowglobe

Untitled Part 1

Chapter 1

The Stars Won't Shine Anymore

"As the sun sets and the moon shines bright and the stars come out to play, a new day has gone astray." These are the words I hear as my mother puts me sleep.

"Momma, what are stars?" I ask wondering of the strange word.

"Look out the window, my child."

"I see nothing." I respond with a worried tone for my mother might be insane.

"Exactly, you see my child, they don't exist anymore. We live in a dome now and that sky... that sky outside... oh, I shouldn't be trying to explain this to a nine-year-old child." At this point she was wiping tears away from her flushed face. "Well, you need to rest for you have a big day tomorrow."

"What's happening tomorrow?" I ask excitedly.

" You shall see. Just wait; you will see."

"Goodnight, Momma," but no response. She was out of the room by then.

In the morning, I bathed and get breakfast, but there was no more water running. Maybe it's just a clogged pipe. thinking to myself. I skip my normal shower and go right ahead to oatmeal. Yet another strange occurrence has played out. The electricity stopped completely... but how? There hasn't been a blackout since 2132 and that was eighteen years ago. What is going on around here?

Suddenly, I see my mom frantically grab different objects with only slight importance, or at least I thought, you know since we've never actually used them for anything.There was a tin box with a red cross on it that was awfully dusty and probably older than me. Then there was a something that lit up which was strange considering the only things that lit up were the lamps on desks and the ceiling lights. She was putting water bottles in her backpack and all of those strange, mysterious inanimates.

"Mamma, what's happening? I'm scared, what's going on?!" I so frantically ask like pursuing into a land unknown.

"Cyre," which was my name, "do you remember the stars in the old story I've told you so many times since you were an infant?"

"Mother?! Tell me what's going on! Please stop making nonsense when you speak!"

"Thump, THump, THUmp, THUMp, THUMP, CRASH!"

"MOMMA? MOMMA?! PLEASE,SAY SOMETHING. MOMMA?!" Our house had collapsed on top of us, and I  started shouting like a banshee so much, that I had blacked out. All too much was happening all at one time. I was scared and alone. No one there to grasp me or to hold my hand. My mother... was... gone.

I soon find the bag that my momma once filled with useless junk. It might well have been of some use. I grab the blueish bag, slipping it onto my shoulder now, I pull myself up from the ground on a loose brick, not fixed in place at all in fact, and fell back down. A pile of bricks, plaster, and waste was fixed upon my arm and the whole right half of my tiny body. I happened to have fallen onto what seemed to be a... a... BODY! No, not a body, my teddy bear my momma gave when I was three was the squishy object I so worryingly thought was my momma's dead corpse. My arm was badly injured. I might have pulled a muscle or bruised my bone. Maybe, just maybe, she's out there somewhere, I hope. I suddenly realized that a waterfall was running down my freckle-drowned face and I was holding the once fluffy but now matted paw of my bear.

"MOMMA, MOMMAA?!" I scream once again holding the bear in my hand and the backpack on my shoulder. I start to sneak around --not knowing this environment unlike an hour or so ago. Sobbing, heavily breathing, trying to catch my breath, what am I doing, I'm going to die if I don't find shelter. The sun is setting and the moon is starting to shine through the protective shield that is now cracked, the moon or tiny white yellowish specks, should I...just give up? Fall defeated, conquered, only for the beast to find me, kill me, shred to shred, skin stringing onto my muscle, muscle grabbing for what seemed to be dear life onto bone till all I am left is rotten flesh and grizzly bones. I can't... no, Momma would never EVER do that... Would she? Would I? No, I have to find shelter, quickly, quietly.

I look up to find slivers of light. Was it the moon? Were those little lights... stars? That strange word that I heard in that old, dusty story, the one momma read to me, that word? That thing, those things? I don't know but I so strongly yearn to.

Stop a sign said, but surely enough I didn't. I didn't want to, maybe I should've, but alas, I didn't. Well yet again, I really should've because that sign was a warning of... a door. You might be thinking she must be positively, positutely (as my mother said, )insane! You're not right about me being insane, I'm just slightly crazy, and you're not right about me being scared of a door.

The door was tremendous, so extravagant yet so terrifying. The door as dull like the environment around it, seeming dead. Grey, that was the color I know filling the land I pitty, but it was never living in the first place, therefore not dead, merely just inanimate. The grey was a paint, spray paint. It was as if someone was trying to scare away the people of this city from that door I stand by now. Should I go through the passage to whatever is on the other side? Please send a sign, something, please momma. Sitting down now, I realize it's nightfall already. I must've been walking for hours. Maybe I should...just..., "ZZZZZZ....ZZZ...". I drifted of to a deep sleep quickly, and falling in a dark trans.

"My child."

"Momma?!"

"Yes, it is I who now speaks to you."

"Is this real? Are you still alive?"

"I am here child. You will be safe, but only if you go through the door."

"I don't understand, momma. What do you mean? Wby must I go. Are you coming?"

Grrrrrr, ROARRR!" Sounded Near me. I woke up only to find me looking into the eye of the beast.