I feel it. I feel it all around me. I start to step forward but i'm unsuccessful and jolt onto the dusty ground. No, not ground, air. I'm floating. I feel something slide across my shoulder, it's cold. I swallow the knot that's forming in my throat from fear.
When I open my eyes I see nothing. Fear overcomes me. I want to go home. Wait! Where is home. I don't remember home. What do I look like? What do my parents look like? Where am I? How did I get here? All valid questions that I don't have even the slightest idea of what the answers could be.
I hear drums in my ears. I have to go home. Where? I don't know. The darkness and dust seems to overcome me and I feel myself hold forward and all my limbs pull. My skin feels cold but as if it's burning, but I don't scream, I can't speak. I can't speak! How? What? The darkness.
I feel it again. Rub against my shoulder. I can't speak. I can't move. All i can do is close my eyes. I feel the darkness enveloped me. Its teeth reach out and touch my skin. There it is again!
No! I can't. It's just a dream. None of its real. Close your eyes. Just fall out of this never ending dream.
I fall! I feel dirt on my palms. There only a slight light slivering between the trees letting me see my arms. I hear it! It has to be the darkness again. Its steps cracking each twig, blowing away leaves, or is that the wind? It moves faster. I hear more then one footstep. I shake in fear and start to run. No! Don't run! It only makes you more afraid! I try to grab tree limbs and climb, hoping the trees with hide and save me, enveloping me with their dear children, the leaves, but I can't seem to grab onto anything.
I try and pick up a stone to throw behind me, hoping to scare off the teeth of the darkness, but my hand just phases though as if I was nothing but a wandering spirit trying to find it way home and out of the darkness. Home! That's where I needed to be! But, that question again. Where art thine home? Where hast thine home moved to? Or was there no home in the beginning and I'm just a wandering spirit.
I feel a jolt as if my spirit had just told me never to give up, but reject it only wanting to die. But what if i'm already dead? No! I can't! I must have a family! I must have a home!
I hear a breath come closer to me, but I don't dare to turn around and see who, or what, the breath had come from. I just feel a jolt of fear and a pinch of hope run through me. I close my eyes and I feel engulfed in the light. It's petals kiss my cheeks the same way my wife does when I leave to go to work in the morning. Wait! Wife? I have a Wife! Her name, what is it? M- Mer, no- Mar- no what is it?
I'm lost but I've found the light, but the light must first lead me away from the darkness before it touches my skin once again. I feel the darkness getting close, and then I see a figure in the distance, a woman. My wife? No- she a child, a little girl in a yellow dress, no shoes, beautiful rain drop flowers in her hair and a mask- no, not a mask, face paint and jewels, like you would see on All Hallows Day. She beautiful, I have to follow the little girl, I know she'll take me home.
[this as an edit of the original. I relized there were a bunch of spelling mistakes, so i fixed them. I dont really care about the grammatical errors though lol. You're just gonna have to deal -WhovianHarleyQuinn]
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Where Art Thine Home
Science FictionIm lost. I have nothing to hold onto anymore. This is an improvasatiol story that i write as it comes ot be when im listening to wordless music. One part could have a compleatly differnt feeling from the next, but i dont know. Just like that, im lo...