Distant

Part 1

The fields are covered in green grass, layered vividly across the landscape. The sun shines down, creating a blinding but pleasant sight of the lushious, green horizons before me. The lucid mixture of the blue sky blend in with the healthy grass covering every inch. Light from the sun hits my eyes, radiating the blue from them. The smell of fresh grass and warm spring air fill my lungs. As I gaze into the open world, I do not remember where I am. Yet, I don't think of my well being. The idea of where my family could be does not come to mind. This place seems like a peace utopia. I am happy. I begin walking. I am barefoot and the grass feels like silk running between my toes. It has a slight chill to it, allowing my senses to be woken up. I feel more alive that I have ever felt.

I do not remember waking up in this field. It seems that I just appeared here. I remember sitting in my room, it seemed like it had just happened. I was yelling at my bitch of a mom through my door over something that she shouldn't have been bothering me about.

She had recently found out that I smoke cigarettes and was not handling it well. So, to deal with her nonsense, I locked myself in my room, clogged up all of the exits and began smoking my whole carton. The plan was to hotbox my whole room, but I was not sure if I had enough cigarettes around to do so. But, I was determined.

My mom began blabbing on about how "Smoking is going to kill me just like how it killed my father."

Yeah? Okay. That sure was going to happen considering was seventeen years old. I heard her crying behind my door, but it was of no concern to me. If I died smoking, I didn't really care. This world was not something I enjoyed anyway. My dad wasn't even strong. That's why he died. My mom said he developed lung cancer. He claimed that going through chemo was destroying his body, but he was probably just overexaggerating. He seemed to be doing fine. Until he died, at least.

After he passed, my mom tried taking the role of both parents. She should have just let me out the door and allowed me to live by myself. I am old enough to have a job, I could just work as much as I need to pay rent and food. I would be completely fine living without my pathetic excuse of a mother.

Wherever I am currently, it is away from my family. It is all I could ever want. It almost takes my breath away.

I am alone. There is no one else in this world. I do not question it. My mind does not have a worry. Coming from a previous state of anger and frustration, the idea of any negative feeling is now distant.

I continue my walk into this paradise. I stop myself to look. The hills create a variation of patterns, vibrantly catching my attention. How come I have never heard of this before? Why had it never been mentioned throughout my eighteen years of existence? I do not dive deeper into those questions, for I am content with the feeling of belonging here.

I begin walking again. I start to see flowers. Some yellow, some red. The very sight of other colors brings a euphoric feeling beyond imagination. The blue sky drapes over the landscape vividly, completing a picture that is worth more than the Mona Lisa.

I feel a marshy, sinking feel after a little bit of walking. I look down and notice that there is water beneath my feet; a pond has come up. I take a look into the water to find some fishes swimming around without a care in the world, feeling infinitely safe; no predators to cause them worry. Their scales consist of red and gold, reacting vibrantly in the sunshine. I take my shirt off. I am now in just my shorts, as I take a step down into this pond to relax on a different level. The feeling of the cool water surrounds my body. I soak my hair, slicking it back to feel like a greaser. I imagine myself straightening my leather jacket, while talking in a funny accent. Even though all I have on are shorts, imagination is one hell of a tool. After my little moment of make believe, I get out and lie down in the grass, allowing myself to dry off in the sunshine. I fall back onto the grass as if it were a foam bed. My body lies comfortably while I grab the grass with both my hands, connecting myself with the Earth. The sun sets as my eyes begin to do the same. I softly drift into a slumber.