Purple Dandelion

16-Flames

(unedited)

Believe and Lazarus sit side by side and stared into the fire. All that can be heard is the popping of the fire wood. Each of them lost in separate thoughts about the same situation.

One wonders if the other understands the loss of freedom and will, if she is prepared to serve. To being stuck without an option due to one creation.

The other wonders if he's ready to fight his way out of here with her. If he prepare to wage war for his freedom. If he knows she will always fight until she feels free. Until she can look
back and not see chains.

While Believe stares in the fire she sees the flames struggle to create a figure. She frowns and stares deeper into the fire and eventually she sees it. He grin while looking at her. A
man who teeth keep changing form one predators to the next. “Mdonxux” the man says without moving his lips. It begins as an auditable whisper and gains momentum as it becomes a chant.

“Mdonxux” he keeps repeating and soon without thought or control Believe mimics him.

She falls into a trance repeating a word she doesn’t know over and over at a pace that is not humanly possible. Lazarus too falls into a trance. He remains frozen in his position while
staring at the flames, no longer thinking about the possible outcomes of his existence but rather distracted as he too sees a figure of his own.

He sees Believe in the arms of a man he doesn’t know. Believe holds on to the man with one hand while pressing on her stomach with her other. Both seem haunted by pain. Pale scares cover their body as the water drinks the blood from the fresh wounds.

Believes arm falls away from the mans neck shakily moving to her stomach..Then Lazarus see it. The abnormal growth below her chest. The undeniable swell of her stomach.

Besides Lazarus Believe’s iris turns cloudy. She doesn’t see the flames anymore. In fact she see nothing, her body too falls into a frozen state yet the continuous chant doesn’t stop.

                        ❤️BELIEVE❤️

Everything is dark in the begin. I close my eye and open them but there is no difference. The darkness looks the same.

I can hear the constant ring in my ear, the calm beating of my heart, the churning of my gastric juices and the irritating sound of my breathing.

Not knowing where I am or what is happening is enough to make my heart beat faster and my breathing to quicken.

Now I am livid.

How can I go through some much in a short period of time without even getting a sign or something as to why this is all happening and what it means. With all the respect I have
given to the universe I wouldn’t have expected it me to leave me astray.

As I keep fuelling my anger a spotlight beams with a little girls standing in the centre on top of grass. Her purple black hair is a dead give away that she is me, or I am her.

The darkness fades into light and life.

The scene is at a park with the child version of myself standing close to the most dead part of the park. Her dress dances with the cold wind as she stares as a man sitting on a bench with a book in hand. She doesn’t see me even though I am right by her side.