Soul Chains

Key to Finding the Key

I ran my dreams and they ran me

I ran to find my soul chain key

It was hidden I knew,

Perhaps lost, too.

I sat with my back to a tree

Exhausted and tired, I sit still

While my emotions run dry

Drowning me with tears

I fight for land within my soul

My eternal turmoil pushes me back

Tidal waves of sorrow, taller than my lonely soul

The undertow pulls me in, and drowns me once again

~Sammy's Diary

I decided that closing my eyes would probably be a bad idea. Her sickening yellow eyes seemed to stare straight into my soul. I shivered; something about her made me want to curl up in a pile of fuzzy blankets. She didn't seem to be moving, though, so I thought I would try one last time to sneak that mystery letter out from under her stone-cold hands. She didn't move an inch as I tugged the envelope toward me. I pulled lightly at first, but, after a while, the letter wouldn't even budge. It was just about out from under her hands, too!

I groaned inwardly, knowing that this would take every once of the strength I didn't have to yank the letter from her vicelike grip. I grabbed the letter with both hands, and pulled hard. At that very moment, Statue-Mom decided to let go. I fell backwards on to the floor, and the letter fluttered to the ground.

I looked up just in time to see my mother gasp, and the yellow faded out of her normally blue eyes. Well, not entirely. There were six yellow flecks left in each eye.

Six...... The unlucky number.

I wasn't normally superstitious, but this wasn't exactly a normal situation, as I had begun to gather. I sat up, watching in silence as my mother looked around, utterly confused. Occasionally, she would freeze, the yellow invading her eyes from all sides. Her skin would become a stoney pale, and she would completely cease to move. Except... Except for her eyes.

They would swivel around to stare right at me, and my mind would go blank.

The scientist in me had nothing to say but, "That's an ugly shade of yellow."

"Right, real helpful," I thought back.

Shaking my head to free myself from her gaze, I pocketed the strange letter in the lab coat I wore underneath my jacket. Oh, and did I mention the scientist in me had a name? And his own personality? No, huh? Well, his name is Dr. Mortimer, so I advise everyone to be nice. No one has a temper like an angry researcher, and he can be pretty angry.

Anyway, back to the story at hand. I scurried upstairs as fast as I could, leaving my mother dazed and confused. As much as Dr. Mortimer wanted to examine her, I couldn't just stay down there and risk anything. Well, whatever the risk would be.

"Can you quit narrating and open the letter?" a hot-blooded Dr. Mortimer asked.

"Well, excuse me for trying to shed some light on this for the readers," I muttered to him.

He remained silent after that. I darted inside my room and quickly locked the door, eager to see what this strange letter was all about. Sitting on my fluffy cotton sheets, I slowly pulled out the letter that had caused my mother to act so strange. I held it in front of me, and cracked open the silver seal.

Light flashed out from the letter, filling even the darkest corners of the room with energy. I felt echoes of power inside the paper, and reluctantly touched it to pull it out.

"AAAAUUUGHH!!!" Dr. Mortimer screamed in pain.

I held my hand to my head; his screaming was causing a headache.

"What's up?" I thought to him.

"Don't touch that again," he muttered back, "It really hurts me..."

Sighing, I pulled out a pair of gloves. I put them on, then proceeded to pull out the letter. What I read then shocked me to the core.