Distance of Skies

Distance of Skies

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I open my eyes. The first thing I see is blue, with some white splatters occassionaly occupying the vast canvas. My eyes were still blurred, and I see nothing but smudges. My arms felt wobbly, and my legs immobile. My neck was stinging, but it didn't hurt as much as my head hurt spinning. I am very dizzy. I let myself lie down to wherever I was lying, and try to remember why I am at my present state. But unfortunately, I can't remember anything or I can't focus at anything at all because of how hard my head is spinning. I bring a wobbly arm to my forehead and try to shield myself from the immense heat, which I do so successfully. I try to move my legs, which I also accomplish, and I think nows a good time to sit up. I sit up and my head feels like a band is playing inside. Throbbing and throbbing and throbbing, I clutch my head with a hand and wince. I felt like I've been hit in the head with a door last night. I stay like that for a while until the throbbing minimized, and I open my eyes. And one thing comes to mind. I am not at home.
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IT lets go of me, my head hits the ground again, no sound echos this time. IT's mouth movies, but my ears ring, so I can't hear IT. Everything is blurry and movies too much. I can't focus on anything. IT looks at me, IT's eyes are all gray. IT smirks and stands all of the way up, towering over me. I pull myself up and wobble away from IT on unsteady feet. I look back to see IT laughing, watching me walk away. I can't hear her terrible laughter, and I don't want... to... I fall over, feeling woozy. My head spins and I sway as I try to stand. I look back again, to see that the fog has covered my path, and I can only see a couple of inches away from my face. I blow out air and fall over. * * * * 13 year old Colten, takes a shortcut through the field next to his house on his way home. But why can't he reach his destination?

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