Convergent

Chapter 4

My mother leads me down a dark corridor. I glance at her and notice how much younger she looks. Her wrinkles at the corner of her eyes are now gone and the strands of gray I once seen in her hair have disappeared. She's more radiant than I remembered and it gives me a sort of relief.

Lost in thought I noticed we have stopped in front of a wooden door. Carved in it are delicate designs of flowers. I draw my hand up and trace the door, following every groove with my finger. "Beatrice," my mother begins, "Behind this door is a room that can either change you, or break you. Try to remember that." taking my hand away, I nod and open the door.

At first I was blinded by a white light. It seemed to cut through me like a knife, only instead of feeling agonizing pain I felt something worse. Grieve and sorrow. It came like a wave over me and I suddenly had the urge to cry and scream for something, no, someone. This feeling disappeared in a matter if seconds but I could still feel it.

Across the room I see a box standing up that is big enough for a person to fit inside of. I look over at my mother questionably but she seems to be staring ahead of us. When I realize the box is what she is staring at I ask, "Mom, what is that?" she turns her head toward me, "I used to watch you from that everyday Beatrice." I don't know what to say, so all I do is stare. "Go and find out for yourself what it is." she says nodding her head forward.

I brush my hands through my hair and start toward the box.

When I get close enough I reach out for the white handle that is connect to the cardboard. Swallowing back the fear that suddenly rose inside me I turn the handle and walk inside. To my surprise there is a telescope on a small table that points forward, one similar to what you would use to gaze upon stars. I pull out the chair that sits beside it and slowly lean forward to look at what it is I'm suppose to be looking at. At first it's just a big blurry picture, but when my eyes adjust I see something I was never expecting.

Tobias sits on a chair with his head in his hands. Tears roll down his face and my heart begins to ache. I've never seen Tobias cry, not once. He's calling out a name, or more like gasping a name, over and over. He grabs his hair and pulls in frustration. When I read his lips I find he is calling out for me, he is calling my name. My body feels heavy now and a burning pain stabs at me. I feel free for a split second and all goes dark. I panic before the lights come back on and freeze where I now stand. I am in the same room as my lost love. I stand just a few feet away from Tobias.