𝗣𝗲𝗿𝗽𝗲𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗡𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘀 | Oncest

Nightmares

Once-ler's P.O.V:

A desolate room, filled with only an empty void of darkness. Here I am again. You would think that after all this time, I would have gotten over it or at least used to it, for that matter. But no, it's still here. The ashes that remain are ever so carefully imprinted into my mind.. and it feels too real to forget. I stammer backwards, laying on the bleak, bitter concrete - the cackling of lightening strikes me nothing but familiar, hearing the harsh clatter of chains against one and another. The echo was almost deafening.  Arctic on my wrists, against my skin, the metal made me seethe with some form of unintelligible pain. It sends a frightful shiver down my spine, however I would come to eventually disregard it, praying to everything with my head sullen in the corner. I pray that I was anywhere but here, hoping that this nightmare would just be over with.   

My surroundings are hard to make out, but it seems like I'm getting migraine-induced deja vu. The only thing that I can process through my eyesight is the brick wall, the chains connected to it. Holding me down, keeping me from escaping. Then again, was there really any escape?  Even if I were free from these shackles, how would I escape a locked door? But most importantly, what lay beyond that door? What if the world outside wasn't the world I would like to live in? I was a slave. I was held captive in this prison, and each day my bitterness grew. This was what they wanted. Wasn't it?

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Without warning, a resonating clang could be heard from the harrowing direction in which the door was. As if a vault was being opened, the clamorous sound echoed through out the room. The atmosphere grew more thicker, taking in what lay on the other side - I would occasionally see small grey clouds of smoke enter the room, at least until the dark figure closed the heavy metal door with a thud.

I darest not look up, I never look up.

The most I see of this person is their viridescent gloves, much different from my own. I usually wear rough green gardening gloves, that just about cover up to my wrists. Yet this person wears gloves of a familiar texture, the consistency almost jogs up a forgotten memory. I don't have many forgotten memories, yet I tend not to think straight, being incorporated into a hell as such. I don't know why, but a lingering sense of fear overwhelms me from the point in which this person enters the room. But not just a fear of someone, a fear of what could happen. A fear of what can happen, at one point. Yet, it's all so difficult to add up. Sometimes I'll just abandon sleep altogether, only to escape this treacherous burden, and theorize on what this could be. But I always find myself unsuccessful.

This person's silky dark green gloves, reach out for my face. Bringing me to look up, with my jawline. I dare not defy this person, yet I can't pull myself to open my eyes. They stay tightly shut in fear, my body trembling. I can sense a satisfied grin growing on this person's face, hearing faint chuckles. They push my face away swiftly, yet harshly, so that I can face the floor once more. I hear footsteps. He's walking away. As soon as the door seals me in again, as soon as I hear that clang once more, I know he's gone. Suddenly the darkness becomes more broad, sucking me in. It consumes me, until I fade away, and become nothing.

My eyes slowly flutter open, as I find myself lying in bed. I turn onto my back, facing the thin green-ish coloured ceiling of my makeshift 'house'. I hold my hand to my beating chest, taking in deep breathes to calm myself. I could just about hear the humming of the humming fish, and the beautiful sound of nature outside. I was safe.

For now.

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Author's note:

Okay guys, so I'm finally bringing myself to release the first chapter. If I'm honest, this feels a bit like forced writing towards the end but I'm just very uninspired. Also, with exams it's really stressful. But with all this aside, here it is. I know it sucks, but I'm part of The Lorax fandom, and I wanted to create something to really contribute to it. I hope you enjoyed and stick around for the next one. See ya guys.