xSparksx

⚠️PASS IT ON PLEASE DO⚠️
          All kids wear BLUE on December 1 as a prank on all adults. Pass it on to all KIDS in your contacts. (Started in California let's see how far it gets)

You were meant to hold my hand, help me stand,
           But I’m sinking in quicksand I can’t land, 
          You never seem to understand.
           I’m on my own alone 
          E.T. but I can’t phone home.
           You were all I’ve ever known, 
          But I can’t stay here —
           oh no. 
          
          I can’t tell if I can feel anymore. 
          I can’t tell if I can laugh anymore. 
          I can’t tell if my smile’s real anymore. 
          I had hope, but you slammed that door.

If you are bored, read a new poem~
          OKAY LUV YALL BAIIIIIIIIIII
          
          Also, friendly reminder to DRINK THAT DAM WATER and eat that food.
          <3

I live off gum and fangirl squeals.
          Fight me.

Oh my gosh! I talk to my plants too!!! I have a plant called Beatrice!

Choose, a path.

“Run!” The voice screams in your ear. You glance at your friends, tears streaming down their faces. “You’re our only hope.” So you do. You run, legs pumping as fast as they can, down winding forest tracks, avoiding trees in the moonlight. Behind you, rustling and thudding sounds chase you relentlessly.
          But you don’t stop. You can’t. The soft, humming sound grows louder, a signal that it is here. There is no escape.
          Water fills your eyes, muscles ache, your stomach twists, yet you keep moving, each step desperate, reaching toward the end. The end — those two words you craved upon waking — hover just ahead.
          The humming escalates, echoing in your ears. Your fear spikes. There is no escape. There never was.
          It is coming. It is here.
          Darkness consumes you. A scream rips across the sky, and the loop begins anew. Exhaustion weighs you down as you collapse, but there is no sound save for your racing heartbeat and ragged breath. You know where you are. You know what is happening. You do not dare look up.
          Because they are staring back.
          The three faces watch with the same expression, only written three ways: curiosity. Confused, frightened, and curious. They close in, eyes heavy with unspoken questions, until you feel suffocated by their gaze.
          It is too much. All too much.
          The same flickering light swings above, shadows creeping along the walls, reminding you of memories you wish you could forget.
          You want to leave. Instead, you are trapped, a toy in this relentless game.
          A second chime echoes. You know what is coming, but you dare to hope it might be different this time.
          “542,” you whisper to yourself — the number of loops, the times you have stared into their eyes and cried. Yet it always ends the same. You can't tell them. They die when you tell them. 
          It is coming. It is here.

There is a loud chime when you open your eyes to nothing but darkness, except for a flickering lightbulb swinging from a small chain in the center of the ceiling — or what you assume is the ceiling. Your chest hammers; you faintly recall the word heart, but it feels wrong, as if the word has been twisted to mean something it never did before.
          Two other people sit in front of you, looking less confused than you, exchanging glances while occasionally flicking their attention back to you. It makes you shiver under their gaze.
          A thump draws your eyes to another figure collapsing to the floor, fear etched across her face. You don’t know why you know she’s a girl, but she feels a little less foreign than the others. Something in her eyes hints that she has been here before, and it terrifies her.
          A chime repeats, echoing through the space. You realize this is the sound that woke you from whatever slumber you had been in. The strangeness keeps unfolding.
          There is no visible end to the room, only shadows tracing the walls and an aura of death hanging thick and suffocating. Restlessness prickles in your mind. Fear? You don’t know the word, yet you feel it.
          For a moment, nothing makes sense: your thoughts, your vision. Everything has names, yet the names feel meaningless. What, after all, is a name?
          Your eyes return to the terrified girl in the corner, and you feel a strange, familiar connection. How odd.

There is a sound, and you feel eyes on your back, staring at you in a way that makes you want to squirm. It’s strange, being watched; you feel used to it, yet at the same time, a sense of unease slithers down your spine. Your eyes flutter open to meet the one glaring, but all you find is confusion. An unsettling confusion.
          Who? What? When? Where? Why? On some level, you understand the words, but they taste foreign on your tongue, like a once-friend you no longer recognize. The person continues staring, and you feel compelled to look back, locking onto them like a cat tracking its prey, until they shift away with unease.
          A light swings above you, flickering in the darkness, barely illuminating what you assume is a small space. The shadows on the walls make it impossible to tell; it feels as if, should you take a single step back, they would swallow you whole.
          It makes you sick, but you don’t yet understand why.
          “Excuse me?” A voice breaks through your thoughts; it seems to come from the person across from you. That’s when you notice the other two people, lying on the floor as if dead. “Do you know where we are?” They say we, as if you are a collective, but it doesn’t feel that way — you are separate.
          “No,” another voice says. You look around and realize your own lips are shaping the words, eyes widening as you understand the sound came from you. Confusion settles in; you see that you are both asking the same questions, both seeking the same answers, both lost in the maze this curious place has become.
          A chime echoes, and the other two awaken, one scrambling to their feet before tripping and landing on the floor once more. The same realization dawns on their faces, and for the first time, you notice one of them seems more terrified than the rest. Curious indeed.

You are in a room, a dark room. Not dark in the way that you can’t see, but dark in the way the light flickers in the center, casting an eerie vibe, the walls swallowed by shadows deep enough to drown in. There are three other bodies in the room, lifeless, staring back at you. Your name? What was your name? It’s on the tip of your tongue, but something holds you back; you know the words, yet they refuse to form. Speak. What does that mean?
          What does any of this mean?
          Another body opens their eyes, gaze pinning you down, and for a moment, something feels familiar, before it passes like a summer breeze. You watch them take in the room just as you had, their sight lingering on the swinging bulb, the two other people who look like corpses except for the quiet breathing echoing through the space.
          “Excuse me?” The sound reverberates through the room. You feel your mouth moving, but it takes a second to realize the sound came from you. Your voice. “Do you know where we are?”
          The other person — thing, human? — looks at you once more, but this time it’s not threatening; it’s filled with confusion that mirrors your own. “No,” they simply say, and you see the shock on their face as they, too, realize the sound came from them.
          There is a word for this feeling, though you can’t quite place it; you don’t even fully know what a word is at this point, but you use it all the same. Peculiar. That’s what you were looking for. There is something peculiar about it.
          A chime rings through the darkness, and you realize you have lost yourself in your mind again. Again? Has this happened before? Had you done this before? What was it, again? The other two people awaken suddenly, one scrambling to their feet before tripping and landing on the floor once more. The same realization dawns on their faces, and you notice for the first time one of them seems more terrified than the rest. Peculiar indeed.