She hadn't known it was coming.
Hadn't known.
She hadn't known.
It was coming.
And as soon as anyone saw it coming, it was there. While she picked at her brown leather leggings, it came.
It caused only showers of trouble at first. Arguments became a little more common. The boys fought over smaller things, and less people seemed to know why. But Pari knew why, and she knew what came.
So along the road she ran, where the children no longer frolicked, to where the ancient well still stood. She knew the well better than others, as she had spent many a day sitting on its edge struggling with her mental restraints, and she knew what, other than water, lay at its bottom.
She could sense the mediate world as she drew nearer. She could taste the peace on her tongue and smell the freedom her world had never known.
Slipping off her shoes, she clambered over the rough edge of the well, feeling the cold stone beneath her bare feet. She muttered her goodbyes as she dived feet first into the dark abyss, crossing her legs and arms.
To her surprise she did not keep falling, into and out of the sky of the middle world. She hit the bottom of the well with a thud and a crack, her legs giving way beneath her. In a daze, Pari groaned as the world grew dark around her and her vision clouded.
She attempted to push herself up from the damp stone but her hands slipped, grazing her palms. She cried out in pain as blood specks appeared on her damaged, fair skin.
In a heartbeat, her hand and wrist dropped through the stone ground and an image of a sleepy boy, sitting in his bed came to her mind.
He saw her hand and grabbed, frightened, at the wall behind him. His dark, chocolate hair fell across his forehead in pointed locks. It dipped across his eyes and Pari wondered how he could live with such annoyance. His face was one of such beauty that Pari couldn't seem to draw her eyes away from it, and it took much effort, but eventually she did.
She ripped her hand away from his mind, afraid of breaking mental barriers that would surely do him as much damage as had once been done to her. She felt the other world close its gates and what she could sense faded away to nothing.
Pari's vision swam before her. Her head throbbed as it smacked into the smooth, worn stone, too heavy for her to hold up. She blinked back tears of pain, weak from the crossing. The frightened boy whimpered. He hadn't known it was coming.
