A Destroyed World (REALLY SHORT STORY)

   Imagine running on and on without knowing where you are or where you’re going, all you’re doing is passing pea green fields over and over again. That’s how I felt like right now, except the more I ran the more the scenery changed and the more I forgot my purpose for running. The pea green fields were starting to become shrouded in curly wisps of mist, my vision before me clouded along with the thickness of the mist. Suddenly I felt like the inky darkness was better compared to the dewy wetness that clung like parasites to my pale skin. I longed for the scent of the night breeze, mingling with the scent of the jewel night flowers in the air, or even the slight crispy crunch of the grass underneath my feet. I longed to see the starry night sky as the lantern like stars gleamed hopefully at me and guide me home. Even though I was running for my life a few seconds ago from who knows what, I still missed it.

   Abruptly the ground disappeared beneath my feet and I was falling like a stone that fell in a still stream, making the steamy air dissolve past me as if I was a single ray of sunshine illuminating a column of light below. But all I could think was that, I wanted to scream. But all that came out was a pathetic mouse like squeak, as sharp stones poked and prodded me acting like million darts aiming at a bull’s eye. I worried for what these dart like stones would do to my once pale skin; would it bleed a ruby red rose or be filled with million indents. I was frightened or to be more exact terrified, I was so frightened that I could feel a myriad of emotions going through me, bombarding me with blooming colors and incomprehensible words. All these came rushing thought my head till, the ground came rushing towards me faster than I expected, I squeezed my eyes shut. I listened straining to hear the crack and snapping of my fragile bird like bones as they snapped like twigs, or even the slight smell of copper that bitter taste of blood trickling down like a scarlet waterfall in a glass of wine. But it never came.

   I let my hand reach out tentively below me. I let out a shriek, the noise echoed all around me as if ghosts were mocking my incapability to be brave and that I was in a hollow cavern. I don’t know what I felt but it definitely wasn’t a rocky substance or the ticklish feel of grass. It felt more like needles from a sea urchin with a gooey fluffy feeling to it.

   I took a deep breath, waiting for my horse galloping heart to calm down. I boldly opened my eyes prepared for anything coming my way. I rubbed my eyes for clarification; no more was I surrounded by that lush’s evergreen smell or those annoying trees that kept clawing viciously at my clothes. I wasn’t even hidden in the obscurity of the darkness and I could no longer taste the sweet dew drops.

   Instead it was full moon; the moon glowed vibrantly in the sky. If you looked closely you could see two faint gothic metal pieces embedded into its smooth surface, surrounded by an intricate swirl of inky calligraphy numbers as if they were protecting an important treasure. The sky was dark blue velvet, which looked similar to the ocean, with the spiky ground as the sea bank. All that was missing was the salty grainy smell of the ocean and sand. The air was heavy as if they were holding a bunch of secrets, the air was also quite dry making me yearn for the cool trickle of water down my throat. There were no noises, just the dry humorless silence.

   The noiseless bubble would have been heaven before; almost welcoming but now it made me more uneasy as if I was really alone… Alone is a word I’m not used to saying. I saw a moving black dot in the horizon moving annoyingly left and right like a bouncing flea. I did the most quintessential thing anyone would do, I shouted “Hey, you there!” I tried ignoring how desperate and dry my voice sounded. 

   The dot stopped moving like it was beckoning me forward, I ran towards it desperately. The form was becoming clearer, looking more and more human with each step I took. “Hey do you know where –,” I began. The form started sprinting away without listening to me, my steps faltered as I saw the speed the form possessed, as fast as the wind and as swift as an arrow. Fury boiled in my stomach, I ran faster this time using every ounce of willpower to keep my feet from tripping over each other. I was catching up, till the form disappeared completely from my vision. Instead a giant sphere appeared in front of me.

   I tripped over my feet in shock, wincing as the urchin like spikes dug mercilessly into my skin. The big sphere before me had no specific color as if it was ambivalent as to which color it suited best, continuing to change every second to an unknown color. It looked like a giant ball of yarn the surface changing over and over again. I could almost feel the itchy scratchy material of the wool, hearing the soft baa’s of the sheep. I crawled towards it, I wanted to feel it, I wanted it to comfort me and warm me. My hand reached towards it, anticipating for the itchy material.

   Instead my hand fell right through it and touched a smooth cold surface as slippery as an eel and smelling slightly of honey. I blinked as the mirage dissolved like sugar in water. The building was a slant cuboid that had a melancholic air towards it. It was made completely of glass but surprisingly you couldn’t look inside. The windows looked like they were meticulously carved by sculptor looking big and free as curtains billowed lightly like a feather around it, the windows I expected would also be made of glass instead I met wood that still smelled like it was freshly cut. Dead grass surrounded the slanted building giving it a sinister feel and sending a light shiver through my body. The little trees that grew in the area were dead, the branches slowly decomposing in the decaying smell. It was mostly silent here, except for the slight screech a raven or crow would make and the occasional moaning of the wind.  

   I looked at the door that was hanging agar and hanging loosely from its broken hinges. A small form sat crossed legged on the doorstep its hunched back facing towards me, giving me a slight flash of her pale white back and the two grotesque scars that gleamed threateningly at me. They seemed like someone had carved with a knife mercilessly into her soft skin and made a mistake. Her brown curls were wildly sticking out and her honey saffron yellow dress flowing around her like a daffodil. “Do you live here?” I asked the little girl a little unsure of myself.

   Her chocolate curls turned, revealing a pale little lost girl. Her hazel eyes sprinkled with golden speckles smiled up at me but at the same time her mouth was pulled into a sad smile. Fresh tears streamed down her face falling like drops of snow into the spikey surface, and some hanging like ornaments.  Her hands were dipped in a ruby red substance that seemed to be laughing at me; I took a step back, the little girl’s façade broke as she began sobbing and pointed at the building.

   I looked at the building she wanted me to go in and then back at her. “I’m sorry I don’t understand,” I stuttered.

   “Mommy, Daddy. Mommy where’s blackbird,” the little girl asked, her voice light like an angel tinged with darkness. “Blackbird ran off with Daddy and Mommy is still here, where’s blackbird?” she repeated.

   I stumbled backwards as she raised a hand towards me. “I’m not your Mommy, I’m Marisol Summers,” I replied desperately.

   Her eyebrows creased a little as she thought harder. Slowly her eyebrows loosened smoothing out her forehead and she smiled. “That can’t be right, because Mommy named me Marisol Summers.”

   I froze and forced a smile. “I’m sorry but can you maybe tell me how to get out of here?”

   “You haven’t figured it out yet?” she frowned cocking her head sideways.

   “Wh-What do you mean?” I bit my lip.

   “We’re the same, I’m you and your me!” she laughed beaming at me.

   I looked at her; the once angelic girl was turning out to be a lunatic. “No, no, no. Look it’s nice that you live here but my mother Sky is probably worried sick so if you…” I trailed off.

   “We’re the same,” she kept repeating.

   I put both my hands over my ears, trying to block out her repetitive sentence. How can we be the same, I’ve never lived in a house like hers or even wanted to live in a dead like place? She reached out once more to me, I flinched and screamed as she came closer.

   The entire scenery dissolved before me along with the girl, this time I floated endlessly in a void of pure blackness. No comfort would ever find me here, no smells of cooking butter, not the soft fluffy fur of my pet Blackbird and no more would warm arms that circle me. I curled up into a protective ball; It’s just me alone in this darkness, as I watch the world go down into chaos before me.

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