I do not know how long it has been since we left the cave. Walking felt endless, especially looking at the same tree and the same gray sky. The only thing that has changed, was the pile of snow on the ground that seems to rise the more the snow falls. And wearing thin clothes was not the best idea to walk around when it’s snowing.
I rub my arms with my hands, hoping that it will warm me enough, but to no avail, I was still shaking from the cold. I could feel the breeze on my skin like a sting, I was breathing heavily now with huge puffs of air shrouding my sight. I could barely walk from my legs shaking endlessly, my lips beginning to chap.
“W-wait,” I said barely hearable, but fortunately, she turned and heard me. The look on her face as she gazed over me was enough for her to realize that I was freezing. She stopped in her tracks and took off her coat. “Uhm…”, I shyly looked down as she wrapped her warm coat around my shoulders, rubbing it shortly before beckoning me to continue walking. “Does this forest ever have an end?” I shakily breathed, puffs of air were visible everytime I breathed. I stumbled on a pile of snow but managed to straighten myself before I fell face first, I exhaled loudly.
“Yeah, the forest has an end. We’re just about there actually.” She stopped and looked at me before pointing towards the perfectly lined-up brown picket fence. I slowly walked up towards it, the cold air grew warmer as I approached the fence, I exhaled. It felt warmer – the kind of warm where it was pleasant. Placing my hand atop the short brown picket fence gently, I was in awe with what I was seeing – an open wide field with green lush grass as far as my eyes could see, the clouds were clearer and whiter, the air was fresher than any air I breathed in. The grass swayed so softly with the wind, I could feel the relief, the calmness – it was breathtaking. There was a feeling that stirred inside me, almost like a solace that burned warmly like needles pricking your heart with awestruck.
There was nothing on my mind as I stepped foot in the wide-open green field of grass, I couldn’t think of anything but the thought of wanting to feel this warmth all over my body. Mesmerized by the beauty of the place, there was nothing like this. I took another step, but towards where? I thought. But my feet had a mind of their own and took another step deeper in the center of this beautiful green field. It was like being pulled into a trance-like dream. There was an emotion that resides deep in me, that this place made me feel things. The sadness that I never got to experience the happiness I deserved, the hate I bore to the people that made me into this – I could feel the surging power flowing in my veins as I continued to walk and walk, and walk. My sight seemed to be only seeing what I saw when I stood in front of the fence, but this time, I could see my back – the black pilot jacket hanging loosely on my shoulders, my arms swaying effortlessly, my feet dragging as I walked, dazed – something was different than when I first felt the warmth of the place. I could sense the tingling burning sensation on my left arm, and on the other arm, I could feel the weightlessness – both sides of my body were trying to dominate the other. I couldn’t feel the excruciating feeling of being torn apart. Instead, I felt – force.
“Selina.” The voice was so soft that I could barely hear it.
I could see myself turn my own head to the side to look at me, I was afraid yet comfort quickly passed through my body. My own eyes, now a bright red scarlet-colored, looked at me straightly down, piercing a gaze – my own body started to rise above the ground slowly, my arms spread, symbols that I couldn’t quite figure out what was burned through the skin of my own palm. I tried to look down on my own hands to where I was standing, but I couldn’t seem to feel or see my own body. I look back up towards my own body levitating in the air. I could feel my heart beating yet I could not feel my own body.
The green field now a fiery sea of red fire, the grass slowly burning outwards, threatening to wipe out what was once a comforting solace place into a sea of burning hell. But I found it odd that I wasn’t scared as I looked at my own body – fire slithering around, encasing my body protectively. It didn’t burn my skin, it wasn’t warm as what you would feel when next to a flame – it was cold. A kind of cold that was peaceful, a quiet burning surge of power that rose slowly and gently like a mother would to an infant.
“Selina.” a muffled voice called from behind.
My own body that was levitating in the air turned towards me, my left hand raised, pointing almost, red-orange fire ran through my arms like water flowing, it centered on the tip of my own fingers.
“Selina!”, the call was almost so clear that I almost snapped out of this daze, but I was yet again entranced by my self that was levitating in the air. Her red scarlet fiery eyes piercingly gazed at me.
A small fire of ball built up in the tip of my own fingers, it was small but bright, the air around me seemed to get sucked out of the place. I stood, rather floated in my place as I watched my own body point the small ball of fire towards me. I didn’t feel fear, in fact, I wasn’t feeling anything but the burning desire that I have been feeling since the time I took a step to this now fiery sea of fire.
“Selina!”
A smile slowly formed up to my face, a smile that would inflict fear to those who looked upon it. A simple gesture that brings fear to the world. The smile that brought comfort all over my bodiless spirit.
“Selina, snapou–!” I could hear the voice once again, but a wave of burning air gushed through me, interrupting the voice that wanted to pull me out of this trance. All the fire that slithered around my body and the flames that burned the grass were being sucked in the tiny ball of fire on the tips of my own finger. The symbols that I saw earlier, faded slowly in my palm. I watched my self form a gun in its hands and pointed it to where I was. The girl levitating, the girl that was me, placed her thumb down in the motion of pulling a trigger, and the tiny ball of fire flew through me across the field so fast that I wasn’t able to react in time to what it really was that my self shot.
As it entered through my body, I felt all the air sucked out of me. Breathless, I didn’t know what was happening anymore, nor how that was able to happen when a minute ago I was staring at a peaceful place.
“Selina!”
For the first time since I stepped foot on the green field, I heard Leah’s call clearly. I turned to her, still in mid-daze, only for her to stop in her tracks as she looked at me horrified at whatever she was seeing. My eyes were burning – the moment I thought of it, I could slowly feel the pain and the heat in my eyes.
“It burns!” I closed my eyes shut, covering it with my hands, slumping down the ground, screaming in agony as I felt the heat burn.
I felt Leah’s arms around me as she hugged me, I could hear her whisper something that I barely heard. “I’m sorry.”
Confusion came to me like a wave before I blacked out from the pain. What did she do?
There was an image in front of me and a red line that separates the two pictures, a watery portal-like image that stood in the darkness – one was bright, and the other, a dark gloomy place. I looked at both of the images before me, thinking – what was this? Is this a fine line between where I should stand? Would this make a difference if I step on one of these images? Would this determine the future I was going to take? I looked around me and saw the dark emptiness stretching as far as my eyes could see. There was nothing but myself, now wearing a white dress and barefoot, and a portal-like image. I gazed at the dark gloomy image – I could hear a voice, a whisper, telling me to come – telling me to choose this path, that this would make me fe
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Tik tok, tik tok, tik tok.The clock ticked continuously in the background. An eerie vibe could be felt through the air around me. It was thick – thick with poison. I could feel the anger fill up my chest, it was almost boiling, but sad almost – fragile like glass. It was unbearable, the quietness of the forest around me was deafening – there were no rustling leaves or birds chirping neither insects humming their songs. It was so oddly quiet that it made me crouch down to the ground, furrowing my brows deep, my hands clawing the dirt that I could feel some of it in my nails. I could feel my own heart beat in rhythm so loudly in the forest. And there was a ticking sound like a clock that I don't even know where it was coming from.The hurt I could fe
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There was a deep sadness in me that rest beneath the depths of my heart. The kind of ache that you could feel when someone punches you in the gut and it takes the breath out of you. But instead of having your breath taken out of you, you feel like your heart would stop beating any moment you exhale. There were things that I remember her saying to me when we fought. And maybe, she was right after all. The delusions I think, the things that I think too much – she was right. Catherine was right about all the hurtful things she told me. I thought, that those words she threw away didn't matter. That at least I was expecting something – thinking that I was prepared for anything if I expected something that would happen. But she was right about me, the delusions I make. I didn’t even think how it would have looked for others.
We stood still in front of the basement door quietly. Tyson and Mike were behind us like scared puppies, clearly waiting for us to open the basement door. What was in it anyway that made them hysteric?“So what exactly are we looking at here?”, Leah asked, knife in hand.“Um…”, Mike started.“There’s something in the basement.”, Tyson continued.Leah rolled her eyes. “I know there’s something in the basement, but what?”“That’s…” Mike started again.But once again, Tyson continued. “Something shocking.”The woman with the knife groan