Dreamland Dimensions

Chapter Sixteen: Gods

We use to be gods, in a sanctuary we created all of our own and we would escape into a place where only we mattered. The world was really cold then but our beliefs kept us from chills and shivers. Anastasia and I would sneak away from home, running through the park in the middle of the night. We just wanted a few moments of peace, a moment with just her and I. We were kids then, just 11 and 12 years old. No destination, just running hand in hand as we allowed our legs to carry us. I was barefoot, the grass moist and chilled at the bottom of my feet, tickling my toes. We laughed in unison, the night air cold and striking us mercilessly. But we were use to such abuse by then.

At this moment nothing mattered, not the pain or sadness. In this moment, we could close our eyes and cling to each other.

Because we were free. But then we'd open our eyes and the sun would be peeking over the horizon, painting the sky a violet orange. Anastasia would cry as we'd let each other's hands go and disappear in our separate directions. Back to the he'll called home, to endure more abuse and torture. We were all we had, the only things keeping us sane and together. Broken pieces, torn apart and shattered into dust, we were hollowed. Life had beaten us down, battered and bruised but we longed to feel the sincerity of love. I never wanted Anastasia to see, I hid it pretty well and I thought I'd keep it up. But I was naive then and nothing more than just a kid.

I'd cry once I couldn't see her anymore, I was more afraid for her than I was for me. I wanted to be a superhero so bad and she's the reason for my cape.

I wouldn't go home until my mother and her male friend left. I'd sit in the bushes across the street, watching the walk out the house and get into the car. Sitting with my head tilted up to the sky, welcoming the warm sunlight to dance across my face and warm my chilled skin. We use to be gods, in the world we created all on our own to hide and escape from reality. Our lives were tattered, hanging on by a thin strand and dangling carelessly. It was the reminisce of her hand in mine that kept the fear and monsters at bay. Her smile made every punch and kick worth it because I wanted to see her. I thought about her crying when our hands let go, told myself I never wanted to see that again because I'd always hold her hand. I'd cry uncontrollable at nothing, my eyes clenched tight as my sides ached and tears ran down my face.

Confused at what happened to us, what kind of life was this and what did we do to deserve this. But He never answered me.