Dark Stories

pain doesn't fade

12 / 09 / 2917, 5:02 AM - wake up

12 / 09 / 2917, 7:24 AM - work

12 / 09 / 2917, 4:32 AM - sleep

13/ 10 / 2917, 5:02 AM - wake up

I wake up in a different place. It is definitely not the one that I was inhabiting when I had fallen asleep… Is this another realm, perhaps?

This would definitely be defined as surreal by most others, with the dreamy atmosphere, with random objects scattered around. I try and look around me to figure out where I was, but it seemed to me like my surroundings mostly consisted of a dark abyss, vast and unending. The first thing that came into view was undoubtedly the excessively large crimson moon engraved with roman numerals that read ‘XII’ in the middle of what seemed to be a clock, slowly ticking to count every second. What on earth..? The moon was beautiful, of course. It reminded her of someone, something-- Her eyes. Gleaming, a beautiful shade of ruby red. Beautiful, so pretty. Ephemeral, almost. Just like a lost bud, blooming gently as it flows down a river into that cave with the undisclosed writings.

I was sitting on my bed, I realised as I glanced around the area. At least that was still there, thankfully. I run a hand through my hair, my fingers abruptly leaving the warm embrace of the dark strands as they pulled out from my now short locks. When had I cut my hair..? I remember it to be rather long. I felt a sense of emptiness and loss, trying to get a grasp of where I was as I tried to look into the void.

I felt so lonely.

I noticed a kitten, an adorable little thing curled up on my bed. It was so tiny and fluffy, I couldn't help but to reach out and stroke it gently. It purred quietly in its restful slumber, curling up further into its short stubby legs. A munchkin? How cute. I see a mini refrigerator a few feet away from my bed as I gently smooth down the bed sheets, careful not to wake the cat. Notes and cute lettered magnets adorned it, but I ignored it for now. Red. Red seemed to be the theme of this area, for that was the sickening shade of the coloured patches that adorned my bed. They smelt like iron.

I glance over to the resting munchkin, sighing quietly. I loved this cat. I loved her like you did. I loved her, so, so much. I regret not spending enough of my time to be with her. Around her, I feel comfortable, with no need to pretend. Something seemed wrong about our darling kitten, however. She had only one eye and a tail that split into two at the end. Perhaps this is attributed to the fact that I don’t remember what she looks like up close anymore. I haven't spent much time with her, not ever since--

I opened my mouth to talk to the resting cat, but paused before I could say a word. What did we name her again? We've had her for so long, yet I can't seem to recall. Chrysocolla …? Charlie …? Christopher …? Wobbly Pancake …?

“Hello, Chrys.” I spoke softly, using the first name that popped into my mind. But I technically didn't, did I..? Chrys, Chrysocolla.

chrysocolla
krɪsə(ʊ)ˈkɒlə
noun
a greenish-blue mineral consisting of hydrated copper silicate, occurring as opaline crusts and masses.

It is a peaceful crystal that brings comfort in times of stress, transition and change. It draws negativity from your body and calms your emotions. It is also said to increase your capacity to love.

I stroked the feline gently, a wave of melancholy crashing over me. Chrys purrs quietly, as if asking for more. “You used to pee everywhere -- on the carpet, on my bed, in her garden... But I love you anyway.” I whisper, a smile on my face. It mewled in excitement; waking up. Mew mew bork bork! ( hEWWO! YOU AWAKEN! ).