Soliloquy

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I open my eyes to a gray sky. Flashes of blue, purple and crimson red cast colorful shadows all the way to the corners of my vision. I sit up and take in the landscape before me. A dense forest on the outer edge of the meadow suggests that im in Brimacres, I know that because I've been here before. But then something catches my eye, darkness, I've always been afraid of the dark, well as far as I can remember. It starts to creep up around me. Tucking my knees close to my chest and closing my eyes as tight as I can, it presses into me, the fear, fitting itself into every piece of my body until i just can't take it anymore! And then I feel it. At first, it starts in the tips on my toes and works up into my pupils, thats when i start to hear the vacuum sound, a low rumble growing into a hurricane type sound. Then i rush back into reality, gasping for air! drowning in the oxegyn that surrounds me.

"Oh thank god...I thought you'd never wake up!"

"I...what....happened?" I manage to get out between gulps of air. How long had I been in there?

"I don't know!! I could BARELY hear anything over the rain, but then i heard a scream.."

I prop myself up onto my elbows. my room is pretty bland, like any other teenage girl, I guess. Well, except for the fact that i'm not just  'any other teenage girl'. I have a twin bed with 3-foot oak polished dresser to the my right, holding a basic lamp and alarm clock. Near the left of my bedroom is a door that was once white, but is now yellowing and the paint peeling off to reveal raw wood underneath, I look over at Trey.

He studies me as if hes staring right through my body.

"Look, it was just a nightmare, I think you'll be fine, okay?"

Trey, my older brother, has been there for me all my life, through, well everything. He's about six one" with sandy blond hair that kicks up around his ears and near the back of his head, his hazel green eyes are really what completes the whole dreamy look about him. He got both of my Mom and my Dad's features which inculdes a muscular frame with high cheeckbones and petite set eyebrows and nose.

"okay" I flop back down onto my bed " I don't know what happened, I just-"

"It's Okay, don't think about it too much, want some breakfast?"His eyes light up, " How about some French Toast?"

"Sure"I reply, even though I wasn't really listening.

He nods and walk's out of the room. Siezing this rare opportunity of privacy, I quickly change from the huge T-shirt i wear as pajamas and fit into a pair of black jeans that have lace emroidery on the cuffs and pockets. I pull over the plain black and white hoodie that i've worn since last year. when i get my head through the top of it I notice myself in the mirror. My hair is light brown with blond streaks in it that reaches almost down to my waist, my eyes are a sky-bluish kinda colour, my nose is set  perfectly in-between my eyes and freckles dominate the middle area of my face. I was never used to seeing myself like this before, just nine months ago I was the timid little girl at the age of fifteen that never wen't outside or texted my friends. But that all changed when the accident happened.

"Allie!" Trey calls from downstairs

"coming!" I mumble towards the mirror. I shrug at my reflection and slip on my socks and shoes then shuffle down the stairwell into the living room, which is quite spacious because alot of the furniture had to be sold except for a few paintings of scenery and a couch. I pass by the kitchen into the dining room, Trey is setting the table with the white apron he got from dad on his fourteenth birthday.

He meets my eyes and grins.

"Hey there!, starvin yet?"

"Famished" I say in a sarcastic tone.

He leans over the corner of the table after setting down the plates and plants a kiss on my cheek.

"Have a good day at school, I'm off to work, oh and don't forget to lock up on the way out"

He tosses a spare key, which I snatch out the air. He waves goodbye as hes passing out the front door onto the driveway. I take a seat at the dining table and press my fingers to my temples and take a deep breath. what is with me?, I suddenly decide i'm not hungry and grab my backpack from the hanger  and step out the door.

I start walking down the street and wrinkle my nose when I realize, it's not raining... strange I say to myself. When I near the school I can start to see part of the Cafeteria which is on the South side of the school near Brimacres the gym is on the East side and the main three building on the West and North, they all have a tanish brown coloring with a white stripe crossing through the middle. I step inside the Cafeteria and Immediatly feel cold, goosebumps rise all over my arms, I shiver and begin to go to my first hour, I walk into Ms.Radke's class and locate my desk which is at the back of the class where the pane glass window is. I sit down and wait for the bell ring,but for some reason I feel exhausted.. my vision gets groggy, and my eyelids feel like lead, eventually I drift off. This time im on a mountain, around me the elements are at a war, the ground cracking beneath my feet creates a crevasse and I have to jump to one side as to not fall in, I can hear a tapping in the background  and an invisible force on my shoulder..exscuse me Allusione, Ms. Hale!!!, ALLIE!, I ignore it because a shadow covers the area around the mountaint top, I look up to see a dark shape in the sky descending towards me...what is that? a hand?. I don't have time to find out because I seem to have started running towards the left into the fog It seems like forever until i see little rays of sunlight in front of me, I must have stumbled and tripped because now im falling straight off the mountain. i'm falling... recognition sets in and hits me like a ton of bricks as I near the bottom and can barely hear myself scream with the wind rushing all around my skull, I hit the ground

I jolt back to reality and look up to find Ms.Radke tapping on my desk with those freakishly long nails she keeps coloured a blood red, Shes about 5 5' a little shorter than me, with dark brown hair cut close to her neck. Her black eyes give me daggers. I look around, why is everyone staring at me?what happened?, I look back at Ms.Radke.

"y....yes?" I stammer

"Ms.Hale, get out of my class, or I will be forced to call security to escort you" She threatens

That's when I feel it, an extremely intense cold gathers in the palms of my hands working its way up to my fingertips, I look down and see ice gathering around my chair and on the edge of my desk creating icicles, I push back and see a bewildered look cross Ms.Radke's face her mouth hanging open makes her look fishlike. My face, I'd imagine must be as red as a cherry, I look back at my hands which have turned a clear blue colour with a film of ice gathered around them. A dead silence still haunts the room. Until somebody I probably never cared to get to know dares to speak.

"What the hell?!"she yells, at that note some kids get out of their seats and hug the walls

My time here has clearly been exhausted, I grab up my things and run out of the classroom down the hall out into the fresh air, well, almost fresh. It seems that a storm is brewing up in the sky. Claps of thunder shake my vision and the raindrops feel like bullets barraging me at breakneck speeds. I run home, in all the chaos around me I kicked off my shoes and dropped my backpack somwehere around Brimacres, most likely never to be found again, A pounding in my ears rises and I eventually get to a clearing that must be my neighbourhood, in front of me I can see my house, so out of place being the only two story house on the whole block, vines creeping up and curling around whatever they can find.I reach the front door and fumble for my key, but instead I try the doorknob. Its unlocked. idiot! I scold myself. I barge in through the door and kick it with my foot behind me. I hear the satisfying bang signifying that it shut, I trip up the stairs and fling my door wide open and stop. Theres a person in my room. And its not Trey. A spike of fear works its way into my chest. I collapse and black out. 

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