It's nice in here, and warm, I suppose it's all I was expecting. So many trinkets lining the tables in the room, and the lavish red wallpaper. I worked hard to get here. I had to climb for a long time, and now it's impossible to get down, but do I really ever want to leave? No, of course I don't. It snowed, very heavily, and now the hill, peeking atop the clouds, is blanketed by a thick layer of ice, there is no getting down its steep slopes without dying.
Below, oh, but what's below might be much worse than dying. They are like robots, mechanical, emotionless. At least up here I can explore... without being different. I'm sitting in this simple building, but I am fearful. It's wrong though, I have to go back, but when, not now!
I stroked the soft cushion; nice, is a feeling, a new feeling, a feeling of comfort. I felt my chair move forward, and towards the door, I grabbed at the glass cases speeding by on either side, leaving the mark of my struggles in my wake. I flew through the door, I grabbed the frame, I looked deep into his eyes, past his mind, and into his soul. My fingers slipped, nails digging into the soft wood.
I understand, he didn't know any better, he only wanted to kill, it was in his nature. I took in the last remnants of the luxurious life, then I fell. Down the slope, straight towards the snow covered bottom of the valley. It stung, bad. I thought about all my mistakes, how could I fall for a guy like that, it wasn't worth it, it wasn't worth my life. How could I be dragged into charm like his.
I hit the bottom, I felt the snow melting under my exposed wounds. Sight was gone now, touch as well. I could only think, barely. I loved him. Why?
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Dreams: A Compilation of Short Stories
Fantastik"Soon I am at the edge of the cliff. I lift up my foot, look down, and..." You have never read anything like this before! Welcome to the twisted world of dreams, an enchanting place that when described vividly may disturb you deeply, but these stori...
