Moon Boy

Chapter 1 - Sweet Escape

Time still illudes me but to a lesser extent. The events of the past few months have been the most exciting experiences I remember. However, Exciting isn't always a positive thing. A person can be excited into action by a shocking and terrible circumstance. The months prior to my writing this presents an emotional spectrum. The Excitement came swiftly, although not swiftly enough in my opinion; after the boredom had firmly set in. 

To this day I am still unaware of the amount of time I spent in that blasted house. It's days and nights blurred together with short interventions in the moments I was drawing. I was sat on the kitchen table, adding to one of my works of the moon with my finger nail, when the sky cracked. I looked up and saw a large white split between the two hemispheres of the moon. I remember jumping at a muffled thump as the split grew larger, meeting the ground outside. It was strange. The outside looked so three dimensional. When I moved my head side to side the perspective changed. but the crack stayed in the same place. It glowed a bright white which lit up the room behind me and shimmered with a rainbow effect as I tilted my head. After a short pause, there was another thump. As if I was in an aquarium and someone was thumping on the glass. I walked behind the table and clutched onto the cold wood of the dining chair. The room fell, with another thump, into darkness. The sky had turned off. It was black outside. There was a pinhole; a round, bright seam of light in the middle of the glass doors. I stared into the blackness, seeing reflections warp around me. For the first time, I was able to distinguish time. I counted. I counted the seconds. 10... 11... 12... 13. Then the room flooded with light as the blackness separated from the outside of the door frame. It was as if I was in a box and someone was slowly opening the lid. I blinked in the blinding light and crouched behind the table. As the blackness was peeled back more, the emergence of silhouetted figures filled me with fear. 

My irises adjusted themselves and soon the visage of a large room crept into my vision. Behind my two glass doors was a large white room filled with what looked like houses. But I could only see part of them sticking out of the walls of the larger room. It's odd that my eyes drifted right past the figures right in front of me but after I saw the truth about the house, I was filled with a bigger fear. A confusion that haunted me beyond what it's possible to explain. One of the figures came forward, their face becoming clearer as they grabbed hold of the door handle and solidified my freedom. I arose from my hiding place, the figure stepped through the door. "I'm Cass," she spoke.  She had black hair, a slender face which looked like it meant business and was leaning, arms crossed, on the doorway. 

"How do you remember?" I had guessed that these figures were just like me. All the houses, the clinical walls outside, and the fact that they were all wearing the same gowns as me. 

"I don't. I made it up," she spoke quickly. All the pauses in her sentences were missing but oddly she made perfect sense. "we need to leave here now." She turned and walked back out the door.

 Hastily, I ran for the door and emerged into the bright room. I looked to my left. A tall muscular guy stood by doors, two open emergency doors. All of the figures were now fully visible but I didn't care to look at them at the time. Because what I saw outside the doors was much more important. 

I stepped out of the two wide security doors and forward into the light with several other figures cheering into the sky. There was shouting and cheering and hugging all around me. I was amazed. I just looked at the celebration happening around me, astounded by the joy of freedom. As I looked around I saw Cass and the other figures that broke me out climbing into the back of a jeep. I took one last look around me at what I now realised to be a huge fenced car-park. I turned back and ran for the white jeep. It's colour disgusted me. I ran so hard that I slammed into the side of it. "Take me with you!" I screamed.