She is staring at you.
Silent.
Unmoving.
That ever familiar tune plays on and on, never ending. Whether it's in your head or not you do not know. You are to afraid to ask.
Time passes.
You both are silent.
How much time, you do not know.
Years, seconds, days. Time seems to speed past you and not move a second simultaneously. Days go by while not a second moves. Memories flash but you see nothing but darkness. They all mix together in a collage of lost memories of grief and sorrow.
All of these emotions are familiar to you. Too familiar. Like you have never felt anything else but fear, grief, and sorrow. Perhaps you had felt something else, but that was long ago.
"N-no..." You stuttered. The Keeper said nothing, as if knowing you wanted to continue.
"I don't remember anything, I don't know why I'm here, I don't know who you are, even though I know your name, and I don't know what any of this is?" You say, gaining confidence as you speak. "Who are you really? Why am I here? WHAT WHAT WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!?" You scream. Something wet is flowing down your face.
"I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING! I DON'T KNOW WHO I AM! I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S HAPPENING! I DON'T KNOW WHAT IS ON MY FACE! I CAN'T REMEMBER ANYTHING!! I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO YOU ARE OR WHY IM HERE!!" Now you are screaming louder.
She still doesn't move.
You collapse on the other chair, head in your hands, as the wetness flows down your face.
Your breathing steadily returns to it's normal pace.
You are calmed by the crackling of the fire and the warmth is gives, warming you to your frozen core.
You look up. Her face is emotionless.
"Are you ready to listen?"
YOU ARE READING
Days Between the Tomorrows
TerrorThere are many stories that go unnoticed in the world. Stories made of pain. Stories made of sorrow. Stories made of grief. Stories made of war. All stories have a beginning, but most do not have an end. What seems the end of one, is simply the begi...
