Soul Chains

Angled Questions

The time is nigh for all forgotten

To be revealed under harsh light

I have turned my back for far too long

In fear of hurting, deep inside

My heart will bleed upon this night

As I learn about my strange plight

Never to return to those I hold dear

Just to suffer, as I am near

What should ask, and who for that matter

I shall consult with little Samantha

She must have some answers

She saw something strange, it was mine

~Sammy's Diary

Larry held out the string of beads in front of me, and I was, once again, mesmerised by the multitude of moving images.

"To the museum!" He yelled at the top of his lungs.

He ran his hand quickly across the bead portraying an image of the museum, and through the static, we were gone. We zipped through time and space, and arrived at the museum. Or, should I say, five feet above the museum's floor. We fell five feet to the floor the moment we arrived, he on his feet, and I on my head. Lucky me. I blacked out as my skull connected with the brown, tiled floor.

~*~

I was back. Back in that same dream, with colours stretching beneath my hovering feet. But, somehow, it was different this time. Less... Menacing. And, thankfully, no matter where I looked, those creepy yellow eyes were nowhere to be seen. Everything was bright and cheery, or so it seemed. This was just too fishy. I started to look around for something, anything that was dark, suspicious, or even slightly a darker shade in colour. It seemed like I was being paranoid, but something truly didn't feel right.

The, I saw it. In the right-hand corner of my dream, I saw a shadow. It was small, insignificant, like it was trying to hide. But I knew better. It had to be Coraline. It couldn't be any other person, being, or creature. It simply had to be her. I floated over, and prodded at the shadow.

"Oi! That hurts!"

Sure enough, it was her.

"What do you want this time?" I said, crossing my arms, "Haven't you ruined my life enough?"

"That's not why I'm here," she said.

She sounded honest enough, but I was still suspicious. This couldn't be a purely kind meeting.

"Then what do you want?"

"Just to ask you some questions," she said seriously, "And to answer some of yours."

~*~

Larry landed softly on the brown, tiled floor, but I was not so lucky. He watched in horror as my skull connected with the floor. By the time he had reached the ground, I was crumpled up in a heap on the floor. He sat me up, and waited. And waited, and waited for me to wake up. Eventually, I did, but something was very, very different.