Written In First Person
I always used to look up at the endless sky above me, wonders crossing through my clueless mind. Messages of crucial profundities that were ceased to the walls of my head, pounding my everlasting memories over and over again as the rough winds blew away the feelings in my drowning fears. Leaves of the broad and evergreen trees whistled ever so slightly against my sensitive eardrums, the small leaves driving past my slightly blurred vision as I traced it until it landed safely on the ground. Bright sun rays escaped the soft sea of clouds as they glided across the freshly cut grass towards my relaxed body.
My body lying against the ground like it was paralysed, no signs of moving an inch anywhere. Thin crevices of light escaped my iris when the clear sun rays reflected on my right eye, blinding my vision to the outside world in front of me. Towers of memories started to pile on top of another as they were vulnerable to falling onto me like a ton of rusted poles, pulverising onto my emotions without a warning. I watched as each weak tower swayed from side to side, my chest heaving in pain every time it was about to tumble over all over my body.
My memories, towered from the age of five all the way to age fifteen had claimed their position in my brain, engraved and burned their mark so I would remember it for eternity. Some memories live in the spotlight, but there are some dark memories I'd rather leave burning in the shadows behind me. But, that's not the case. My memories will stay with me forever, no matter how many times I try to bury them deep inside the depths of my soul. There was one.. Then two.. Then over a dozen of them falling from the tumbling towers, the absurd memories plunging towards my heart as I tried to move my muscles from the ground.
How was this happening? Every pull was like I was being pushed against the ground. My mind was frozen in time as I gritted my strong teeth against each other. I couldn't wait for my memories to just make me cry in agony. It's what I truly deserved from how many horrendous sins I have performed against people. Then, the papers stopped mid way of hitting my impuissant chest, my raspy breath echoing loudly through my eardrums as the pounding of my enervated heart reverberated through my empty head. My feint veins on my shaking body started to pulse with every grasp of breath I took inside me.
Everything, frozen in time in front of my alarmed eyes as I realised after a short amount of time that nothing had moved an inch in front of me. My mind started to become more lackadaisical to the situation beyond words as the ticking of my watch pained my hearing as the nerve of everything moving again made my chest heave in pain once more, causing me to try and clutch onto my chest again. But, I couldn't. My whole body was paralysed against the ground below.
There was no hope against this deceiving aura pressured onto my skin. My blood curdling with every breath that turned into a blood spilling cough. Ruthless memories made the time turn back to normal, the memories falling immensely in my direction. I wasn't ready for this at all. Not all at once! No! With every scream I cried out made each memories fade into the darkness, turning into infiltrated fantasies. My mind squealed in delight as my voice started to project out of my lips. It felt like my soul was ripping out of my breathless chains, finally free from everything.
The real world, it was just like I remembered. Breathtaking, symmetrical... And overall.. Pulchritudinous. This is how the world is supposed to be, not a never ending spiral into the black hole of abyss and torment.
I guess infiltrated fantasies look like if you just... Believe
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Infiltrated Fantasies (One Shot)
Short Story"I always used to look up at the endless sky above me, wonders crossing through my clueless mind." A young girl that was once innocent and naive to the real world has finally realised that everything we do isn't right and will have consequences. Eve...
