Atoning

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The sensation of something pulling my unconscious body to inimaginate depths felt unbearable. Hands of hatred. Complete darkness were my surroundings. However, I also enjoyed being suspended on the water, the feeling of my body floating felt quite relieving, it gave a feeling of peace, a silence that could clear thoughts away. As my body started to gain more control, I could escape that sensation. In a crimson lake, my body began to float up to the surface.

As I opened my eyes, in what could be considered as a timeless landscape, the same eyes only saw a crimson landscape that translated to mere desolation. Standing up in that lake and gazing at that red sky wondering what is that place and where I was. Tainted with the crimson of the lake on my pale face and body, I realized that the only thing pure was the white dress I was wearing, but, even then... it was tainted with drips of crimson. The purity in my being was gone, the only thing that could save me from this crimson madness.

An eternal dystopia, which was governed by that imposing crimson atmosphere, led me to question how did it all happen, how did it all end. I was forced to walk without grace in that lake with, without signs of life. Reaching the surface, I saw the reflect on the lake and saw my face with red eyes and red tear marks as well as a smooth red hair dyed by that lake.

The reddish haze that blanketed the lake gave an ominous sensation, it wasn't scary but also sent chills down my spine. As soon as I started walking towards a forest it started to become more and more scary. It felt as if I was in a nightmare, it felt as if I was being punished for a sin. Screams could be heard from everywhere, it felt more sinister with the noise made by the stream passing through the forest. As time passes, this agonizing feels as punishing as a hot blade piercing through the ears.

Step by step, a drop in the stream was felt giving way to a mild rainfall, however, this as I gazed to the sky I could grasp the hidden beauty of the sky, it was as if rubies were falling from the sky, but it also felt like it was raining blood since, but rather as if someone was crying blood, the landscape shows a sinister side as well, the only thing not covered by a crimson colour is the blue dress that I am carrying. With each step I give it seems that time is not moving itself, it seems that time is paralyzed, it seems that time has been forgotten in this place.

Step by step by step, it felt as if I was being observed, that ominous atmosphere created by those silky webs with a red reflection as if it were blood from something, it felt disturbing in that forest, being tangled up in a place like this while spiders are observing from the shadows of the forest and crawling from its depths paralyzed me with fear, but as soon as my eyes were closed I felt I was moving involuntarily, out of instinct. There was no option but to run, run like there was no tomorrow.

Step by step by step by step, in what it seemed an eternal walk marred by screams emanating angst, I finally managed to get out of that forest.

Looking at the surrounding area there were no living beings around, which turned the sights into a creepy red wasteland. As I keep wandering around I found a field crowded with flowers, they looked they were made out of crystal, with the crimson moonshine the field seem to be taken out of a fairy tale, it was the only beautiful thing I saw since coming from that lake. 

As I lied down on that field of chrysanthemum like flowers, a feeling of peacefulness travelled through my body, it was... nice. It felt refreshing for once, however, there was still questions to be answered, why am I here? How did I came here? And more importantly who am I? Every time I try to remember or think of why I am here, some images come to my mind of someone with a bad heart committing various sins, disregarding other lives as well as the lives of the people she held dear for her own sake, however, she looked like me. I wonder if I am bearing the sins of that person...there is a feeling that it is unjust and the other that it is destiny. While gazing at the clear sky I sighed at the future that awaits for me, it was then that a lullaby came to my mind and came out of my lips:

Skínandi himinn, Skínandi himinn

Þú ert alltaf þarna

Fylgjandi með stjörnum

Tunglsljósið mun vernda þig

Tunglið mun hræða myrkrið

Svefn undir armar af stjörnum

Vögguvísa af stjörnum

After intoning that lullaby my vision suddenly went dark, falling asleep in that field of flowers and it wasn't after a while that I started to feel that familiar sensation of being pulled down by something, when I realized it there where countless hands with agonizing voices trying to pull me down underwater, as I look around, a red swamp surrounded me, distressed laments can be heard. Those dreams, what are they trying to tell me? Why, I, so innocent and pure, have to experience this punishment, was the question that I asked myself. I kept wondering what I've done wrong. What kind of horrible sins did that girl commit?  I wonder...

As I opened my eyes I noticed that the landscape surrounding is white, with an infinite horizon that never ends, however it wasn't snow nor ice and it wasn't cold. As I get up I started walking in order to see what i could find, however it can be said that this place seems a bit empty, although with time, one could find calmness and no disturbances. After a while, the first thing I could notice left and right were gravestones with hands coming out of them trying to grab something. Further down the way there were many torii arcs lined up going all the way to the unknown. I wonder if my punishment is to walk eternally in order to atone for my sins in this infinite path...and... most importantly, will I be at peace with myself after this?

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