Another second goes by, her lips start to tremble, her face starts to blur. "What's happening?" my head starts to think over and over. Her face starting to distort, her body contorting into many different shapes. What's wrong with this girl? Why am I stuck in this place?
A crooked smile, all I could put together on my face, like a puzzle missing pieces. A smile returned is all I could see, shiny white teeth, but still as sinister as a maniac's. I slowly back towards the wall of the room, but as I take each step every single one of them gets heavier. I keep backing up, but there's no barrier to stop me.
She goes down to crouch, like a tiger, I hear her growl. She strides towards me, slowly, every step just as elegant as the last. And yet her eyes tell of malicious thoughts.
I fall to the ground, keeping my eyes set on hers, lost in hypnosis, I feel a part of me breaking free. I close my eyes and scream.
"GET AWAY FROM ME!"
Sunday, 26 February 2012
Thursday, 16 February 2012
what?
"What was that?" I said instantly, loudly, as I heard the silhouette swallow her words. The light still blinding, the sound still deafening in my ears. "Your name's Brighton? I can't hear you!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. Everything so blurred I get dizzy and fall, my face glued to the ground, my head, numb, but in extreme pain.
"What the fuck is happening?!" the lights, the sound, the feeling of the ground, mush. I can't even hear my own voice, much less my thoughts.
I look up to see her silhouette once more, and again I can feel her eyes, not see, FEEL, as if they are drilling holes into my own. What is with this woman? I don't understand why she's here with me, nor do I understand where I am. I take one more glace upwards to see her dark brown hair covering her face once again. "A girl from a cheap horror movie" the thought, FINALLY A THOUGHT!, enters my head.
That thought, crawling through the roof of my skull. The ringing becoming softer and softer. I gather my strength to rise once again, keeping my eyes set on the figure before me. My eyes rest upon her lips, for a second they looked familiar.
"Brighton? Wasn't that what your name is?"
"What the fuck is happening?!" the lights, the sound, the feeling of the ground, mush. I can't even hear my own voice, much less my thoughts.
I look up to see her silhouette once more, and again I can feel her eyes, not see, FEEL, as if they are drilling holes into my own. What is with this woman? I don't understand why she's here with me, nor do I understand where I am. I take one more glace upwards to see her dark brown hair covering her face once again. "A girl from a cheap horror movie" the thought, FINALLY A THOUGHT!, enters my head.
That thought, crawling through the roof of my skull. The ringing becoming softer and softer. I gather my strength to rise once again, keeping my eyes set on the figure before me. My eyes rest upon her lips, for a second they looked familiar.
"Brighton? Wasn't that what your name is?"
Wednesday, 15 February 2012
identity.
Who am I?
The question repeats in my head in an endless loop of dazed confusion.
Who am I?
"Katherine." The man from the dream floated back into my thoughts, and for a fraction of a moment, I wished I could return to sleep. I saw myself as I looked in the dream: frail. I had never been frail. There was a time I used to feel beautiful.
I bring a hand to my face, scratching the sleep off my eyes, and brushing a soft lock of dark hair off my cheeks. My eyes, heavy with confusion, must have appeared darker than how it already seemed under what people might call normal circumstances.
But appearance is the last thing on my mind.
A constant, piercing pain throbs at my temples. I frown slightly as I try to focus better upon the person before me. But the light is still blinding. Barely a silhouette do I see before I am forced to cover my gaze and look to the floor.
"It's bloody bright in here." I murmur, instead of answering his question.
Who was in front of me? Why am I here--more importantly, just where am I?
And why won't this pain in my head just stop?
The question repeats in my head in an endless loop of dazed confusion.
Who am I?
"Katherine." The man from the dream floated back into my thoughts, and for a fraction of a moment, I wished I could return to sleep. I saw myself as I looked in the dream: frail. I had never been frail. There was a time I used to feel beautiful.
I bring a hand to my face, scratching the sleep off my eyes, and brushing a soft lock of dark hair off my cheeks. My eyes, heavy with confusion, must have appeared darker than how it already seemed under what people might call normal circumstances.
But appearance is the last thing on my mind.
A constant, piercing pain throbs at my temples. I frown slightly as I try to focus better upon the person before me. But the light is still blinding. Barely a silhouette do I see before I am forced to cover my gaze and look to the floor.
"It's bloody bright in here." I murmur, instead of answering his question.
Who was in front of me? Why am I here--more importantly, just where am I?
And why won't this pain in my head just stop?
sketchy
A soft light burning in the distance, I stare at it slowly dissipating into the horizon, like a child peeping over the fence it glares at me. I sit on my cliff perched like an eagle, an empty, limitless sandbox down below. Every grain of sand glistening in the light, a golden fleece from the stories of the Argonauts. One last glance at the light, just to see it disappear. It lingers as the last piece of light hides its face, a feeling of warmth fills my body as the light gets dimmer and dimmer. The fleece, the golden glow becoming duller as the light hides away. I look again at the light to find myself in complete darkness. Thoughts fill my mind of why I am here.
How did I get here?
What am I doing here?
I don't remember....
I hear a ringing in my hears, high pitched, getting louder and louder. It feels as if ice picks are being jabbed into my ears. I look into the void, and the light rises back up rapidly, shining brighter each and every second till I am blinded by it.
A silhouette appears. All I see is a silhouette of a woman I can't see her face, but I can tell she's looking at me. I try to gather my thoughts as I lift myself up. All I could muster up in my head, was a greeting and a simple question.
"Hey... Who are you?"
How did I get here?
What am I doing here?
I don't remember....
I hear a ringing in my hears, high pitched, getting louder and louder. It feels as if ice picks are being jabbed into my ears. I look into the void, and the light rises back up rapidly, shining brighter each and every second till I am blinded by it.
A silhouette appears. All I see is a silhouette of a woman I can't see her face, but I can tell she's looking at me. I try to gather my thoughts as I lift myself up. All I could muster up in my head, was a greeting and a simple question.
"Hey... Who are you?"
katherine.
He leaned, so close that I could feel his breath warm on my face.
"Katherine--" he started to whisper, but I lifted a finger to his lips before he could say anymore.
"How many times," I ask, my whisper almost a breath, "must I ask you to call me Kate?"
He draws in even closer, closing up the space between us, his strong hand resting upon the small of my back. I feel myself shudder, falling closer and closer to utter surrender when he suddenly fades into a blinding white light--
Wait.
What?
I slowly bring myself to wake, realising that I had been in a dream. In a very good dream. Even if I did not know who that man just was. I grumble, forcing my eyes open, and finding myself still blinded by the source of the light that had woken me from my sweet slumber.
As my eyes focus upon what is before me, one word escapes my lips.
"Fuck."
"Katherine--" he started to whisper, but I lifted a finger to his lips before he could say anymore.
"How many times," I ask, my whisper almost a breath, "must I ask you to call me Kate?"
He draws in even closer, closing up the space between us, his strong hand resting upon the small of my back. I feel myself shudder, falling closer and closer to utter surrender when he suddenly fades into a blinding white light--
Wait.
What?
I slowly bring myself to wake, realising that I had been in a dream. In a very good dream. Even if I did not know who that man just was. I grumble, forcing my eyes open, and finding myself still blinded by the source of the light that had woken me from my sweet slumber.
As my eyes focus upon what is before me, one word escapes my lips.
"Fuck."
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