Cold, damp, and dark. The emptiness around could be felt for miles upon miles. The ground was sharp and jagged, littered in an ocean of invisible rock and glass. Every step sent excruciating pain throughout her body, along with scars to never heal, and particles to never be removed. However, the pain couldn’t stop her, for the curiosity trapped within her mind forced her onward, hoping to find something, anything, and no long later, her feet carried her away to a new found place…
Down, down, down she went, somehow, however possible, her surroundings started darkening more and more. The temperature rapidly increased to high dangerous levels as if she were falling to the center of the earth. Her skin continued getting cut; creating even more scars to add to her collection, thanks to the falling shards that somehow had a much stronger gravitational pull than herself. The further down, with the still increasing blistering temperature, the less oxygen she received, and the more energy she lost, as if the heat was thriving off of her and her only source of air, causing her to struggle breathing, leading her to gasp for her life…
Her body jolted, waking her up. Sweat ran down her reddened face, as her chest moved harshly up and down, whilst pants escaped her mouth. Her entire body shook at the typical reoccurring dream; she slowly blinked, and tried to steady her breathing. Her oversized hands reached her face, covering it, whilst her body shook like a Hawaiian in the Arctic, or a leaf in a wind storm, or almost as if she were vibrating from an earthquake. As she shook, and tried to clear her mind, a sound exported from the iHome in her room, leading a shrill screech to echo in the dark room as she jumped up in fear, resulting in falling to the floor.
Snapping her head to the location of the dock station, she was half relieved, and half infuriated to see her brothers bearded dragon standing on top of it.
“Breathe, relax, it’s only Tia,” she muttered to herself out loud, hoping for comfort.
Finally calmed down, she picked Tia up, and walked down the hall to her brothers room, and threw the creature at the sleeping figure, raising her shaky voice,
“Keep that thing in here!”
Then slammed the door shut to emphasize her anger. Knowing that on the other side of the door her brother didn’t even stir, she groaned, and again ran her hands over her face to somehow remove the panic still bubbling inside her.
Back in her room, she decided against sleep, and headed to shower. The scorching hot water ran over her body as she just stood there, lost in a barren thought.
A half hour later, out of the shower, and into comfy clothing of leggings and an oversized hooded sweater with knee high fuzzy socks, she found herself in the kitchen, staring at the flames which heated the kettle. A glance to the clock on the stove, 4:17 AM. This is pretty much her typical morning routine, and no one bothered to question it. Not her parents, not her peers, and most certainly not her brother whom she used to be close to. Jay, her brother; her mind started drifting,
“What did I ever do to be punished like this?” she quizzed herself.
The two used to be so close, like best friends, looking after one another, they always had each other’s backs, never straying away. They were the dynamic duo, together, they could accomplish any task, and preform any prank successfully, but ever since he turned 17, just over a year ago, he’s turned into a bully towards her. He’d say hurtful things, do harmful actions, he just changed, like a switch was flicked, turning him from a shining light to an unwelcoming darkness-
The inclining whistles of the boiling water broke her from her thoughts, dragging her back to her reality. A loud sigh escaped her mouth as she turned the stove off, and then grabbed a mug, placing a bag of Oolong Tea inside, before killing it with the water. A little splash of milk, and half a pack of Stevia were added for more flavor to the drink. Satisfied with her work, she made her way through the dark, back to her room. Setting the mug down on her desk, she worked on fixing up her bed, giving the drink time to cool. Another glance at the time, 4:34. She still had three hours before anyone else would even stir. Looking around her room, the corner of her eye stuck to the black laptop atop her desk, and just as every morning, she brought it over to her bed, turning it on. As it started up, she brought her tea over, and set it on the shelf next to her bed. She logged onto her account, and again, as that worked on waking up, she grabbed a candle from her desk and lit it. She always felt at ease when a candle was lit, and it also inspired her more. Before she went on her merry way into the world of imagination where she had the power to make things the way she wanted and give her soul a physical feature through the words which mystically appeared on the document in front of her, she plugged her headphones in, and played the peculiar playlist that appeared every day, never repeating the past, and always delivering unexpected messages. Pressing play, an unfamiliar tune began, but either way, she enjoyed it. It was kind of upbeat, yet sad, like it held a hidden message within it. As the lyrics started, it only confirmed her thought, the music to the song held a happy feeling to it, but just like her, the real message inside, or the lyrics, was blatantly obvious to anyone who thought about it. Just as looking at the song lyrics and maybe analyzing them further, if one looked to her and analyzed her body language, they would more than likely read her like a book; though both may require analyzing, both had major hinters that can lead to curiosity. Sadly, those around are too blinded by self consumption, or not looking at the picture in its entirety.
