Ice melts fire, water parches earth. One dissonance destroys all reason. Warmth is found only in frozen wastes, air is found only where the sea is darkest. Life is a necessary inconvenience.
This is true, yet time impossibly surpasses the permanence of universal reality. Time is a creature of disgust, violence its single understanding. Time destroyed the very nature of existence; time razed my world to dust. Time: selfishly oblivious to the devastation of its existence. Oblivious at the least, or sadistic, in mild description.
Fire and molten liquid have become all sense and all reason. Black chunks of vision fall into what I interpret as hell--the world is red. I despise the color. The eyes in my head burn viciously; an overwhelming black stabs its way into my skull.
Time is a bitch.
Transparently, a white ceiling stares back at me. The world shakes--I'm drowning in my own disgust. Bruises rise on my skin--hate only feeds the fire of my life sentence. I'm choking on flames, white coals spewing from my stomach, the gag and the torment whirling until I am lost. Slowly, exhaustion sucks the ash from my lungs, my slumber obscuring solely my physical misery.
Sobbing echoes softly in my dreams. The delicate, feminine murmurs flutter in my chest until, by god, it hurts. My eyes open slowly. The walls are white, the floor is white, and across the room, I stare at my own reflection in the mirror. Except I'm not actually there.
Looking away, a girl sits half-collapsed in the corner. She shivers from apparent cold--her hands, her arms, her cheeks, pale and slightly discolored. Her exposed skin holds bruises; the floor is covered in filth. I regard her sadness with an unforeseen sympathy, quite unlike myself. It permeates the air, so insistent I find it impossible to ignore.
Thoughtfully I look to my hand, a delicate tendril of water curling above my fingers. It followed my inclinations until a small smile plays across my lips. Turning to the girl, I sit and hover upon empty space, leaning forward to support my chin on my fist and knee. Her startled jolt at the liquid touch brought me a satisfying amusement. Wide gray eyes struggle to lock onto my own, a violent sob raking her chest. She scattered the tendrils of water caressing her unintentionally and stood with haphazard balance, unable to look away. My gentle smile welcomed the petrified attention.
She regarded me with as much awe as she regarded me with terror. Her eyes traveled beside me.
Silent, the scream rang deep into my skull, as loud as a mountain falling and without pretense. The longer I stared, the faster the slicing through my skull became. Twitching, again, again. Static filled my mind, clouded my vision. I couldn't find my breath. I was drowning.
What should have been my body laid in a tub of water filled with ice, heavy lashes shut, mouth parted somewhat. My eyes traveled back to the girl--I felt terror.
Things began to disappear.
Cognizance began to disappear.
Her screams began to disappear, and my eyes were again frozen shut. My body was convulsing, ice and water spilling from the tub where I lay.
Crying echoes about the room again, her gentle face above me, but this time I feel nothing. I feel hell. An inferno of a thousand degrees welcomes me.
Time echoes, like a clock, somewhere far into my mind.
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