Escaping Reality

Chapter Two: Where's The Bloody Time?

Chapter Two

            The Sun was shining down from a too blue sky. Fluffy white clouds decorated the vivid hue. The grass tickled my skin as I brushed my hand over their pointed tops. I was sitting in a field surrounded by an intimidating wood. Thorn bushes sprang up from the gray earth in front of gnarled trees. Dead grass retreated from the suns glare. The grass gradually turned greener and gave way to a field of flowers where I was currently in the middle of. Carter was sitting in front of me, fiddling with his pocket watch. Its long silver chain flowed from the inner jacket pocket. The front had a carving of some kind of dragon on the front. Its metal a liquid black that reflected blue in the sun’s light. It seemed to be broken; the hand wouldn’t move no matter how many times he wound it. Pierce was a few feet away, barely visible lying in the tall flowers, and ever persistent grass. He was fast asleep like usual. His wavy brown hair fell away from his face, allowing you to see his peaceful, child like features. Elliot on the other hand was pacing back in forth. Decapitated and crushed plants made a short path for his impatient self. His tangled hair and hyper eyes gave him a mad scientist look. They were all wearing tailored clothes that looked like something straight out of a history book. Carter had a white shirt, black suit jacket and matching vest. His cuffs were lace, but somehow he made them look manly. He had a top hat on his head that’d seen better days and he had unique eyes; one was blue the other green. Peirce was sporting an off white button up and brown vest. He wore a grey newsboy hat that somewhat shadowed his sleeping features. Elliot had a white shirt, sleeves rolled up, with a black vest. His pocket watch chain was visible, and as my eyes found it he pulled the watch out.

            “Where’s the bloody time?” He asked Carter. Dangling the watch by its chain, letting it swing back and forth.

            “Where has it gone indeed? It keeps slipping away. Do you think it stopped? Maybe its waiting.” He suggested. It was ridiculous; time waiting. What did time wait for? Wasn’t it the boss of us, the world, and the universe? Did it control things? Why would it wait? I didn’t think such time would be patient.

            “What has time to wait for?” I asked. Carter and Elliot looked up from the watches as if they just realized I was sitting here. Peirce rolled over and did a sort of push up to a kneeling position. He rubbed his eyes and yawned.

            “For you sweat tea.” He replied. I didn’t understand what he meant. Why was time waiting for me? “Time will help you, Al. He’s waiting for you at the place where it’s all going to start.”

            “Peirce I don’t understand you’re talking in riddles. What is Time going to help me with? None of this is making any since. Time isn’t a person, it’s a thing.”

            “No Al, Peirce is right. Time is waiting for you. You have to go back. You have to start at the beginning.” Carter said enthusiastically. Making it sound like the most normal thing in the world.

            “The beginning of what? What’re you guys talking about?” Pierce had gone back to sleep. Carter picked him up and started walking away. Towards the thorny, gloom. Elliot stood above me.

            “You have to go Al. Time will help, but first you have to wake up.” He gave a smile and headed after the other two.

            “Go where? What am I supposed to do?” I shouted back. “And what do you mean wake up? I am awake. Elliot! Carter! Pierce! What am I supposed to do?” They walked through the thorns into the trees without looking back. I waited a moment staring in the direction they left. I was about to follow them when Pierce reappeared; Still looking exhausted. He was saying something, but I couldn’t here.