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Hi, my name is Sheeta
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 | No Mommy, I'm not insane: Chairs and bubbles [03] |
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 4.71 with 14 vote(s)
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| Created: 2009-01-03 11:25:04 |
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I saw two shadows appear on the ground, they grew bigger and bigger. I looked up, expecting to see something above me, but there was nothing. I raised a brow, as of three seconds ago I thought my memory of this land had come back, perhaps I hadn't remembered everything after all.
I started to ask Illard what was making the shadows "Illard whe-" but at that moment very large smile burst from my lips. I had forgotten my question completely, the things in front of me had me captured in awe.
"My lovely Amber, you've returned and might I add you look majestic" The nearest said.
My eyes widened, they, well at least one, could speak. I looked over them, memorizing the physical details. At first glance they looked like large chairs but as they became solid I noticed other things, smaller things. Each had attracted some sort of button. The one closest, the one that had spoken, had purple buttons of various shapes attached to its flesh, which by the way was a lovely shade of gold. I walked closer and circled the thing slowly. As I moved around the chair I felt uneasy. I felt watched, my stomach tightened, I hated having the feeling where my privacy seemed intruded upon. In slight rage I looked for this peeper, it was then I realized that the chair I was inspecting had in-turn been watching me.
If you are a pessimist or a non-believer, then you might wonder, how on earth could a chair be watching you. Well, you answered your own question, this is not earth, anything is possible here.
I leaned closer, my face only inches from the chair. A large group of purple buttons had swarmed into two oval's, they left a space for the whites of optics, which were yellow because of the chairs covering. The pupils where made of various small slices of the buttons, colours ranging from rich violet to pale purple as would a human eye [if they could be purple]
I could have sworn I even saw them blink now and then.
"Are they-your eyes... are they real?" I asked.
"If you want them to be, see I am a-"
"OUCH" I cut him off "Something pricked me"
"Impossible" Illard said "We have no of those horrible things here." In spite of what he told me, he looked around, just to be sure.
"You can't see a 'pri'ck' but- Ouch, there it is again" I was overwhelmed by this hurtful mystery. Small tears began rising over the ducts of my eyes, I couldn't help it.
"Ah, stop it!" I yelled at no one in particular, because no one around me seemed to be harming me, but again and again it came. Sharps pains over my body, on my hand, my cheek, my stomach, my toes even. My body began to tingle.
"Illard, help me" I begged. A tear flowed over my lashes and down my numb cheeks. Instead of falling to the glass hearts that paved a path below, the tear floated into the air. It morphed into a bubble. Almost like the one I had seen before, except this one was thicker, gray, morbid in a way and it didn't soar effortlessly through the sky, like the one from my laugh had done.
More tears fell and they too turned into thick bubbles. The bubbles didn't leave me, instead they clung to the air around me.
I could see Illard stepping toward me, his hooves waving in the air as he tried, unsuccessfully to pop the intruders around me.
As the swarm grew denser I panicked, my breath came in swiftly, I was claustrophobic. I was barely able to lift my arms to swat at these beasts. My body had become sluggish and overridden by pain. My efforts for freedom were useless. The crowd had become so thick that I couldn't see Illard or the chairs anymore, even the purple sky was blocked out by these horrible things. They pressed ever closer, their damp shells touched my cheeks. Shivers ran through me. I closed my eyes, wishing them away, but when I opened my eyes they were still there.
I wanted to scream and run away, I would have if I had the strength, but I felt so weak now, these things were like leaches.
Flashes of images appeared inside the bubbles, like before. I saw my mother again, she still stood by the girl, who looked worse than ever. It seemed the girl was having a nightmare, her small body was sweating convulsing in small shivers, but she didn't wake up. My mother leaned over the girl, I could see worry on her face, she dabbed the girl's face with a wet cloth then whispered in her ear. "Wake up" her voice was cold but pleading.
Another ripple of pain came over my entire body.
I closed my eyes, blackness surrounded me now, much better than seeing that weak girl laying almost lifeless on the bed.
When I opened my eyes the bubbles were gone. I still felt weak, in fact much weaker than before. I wondered where I was, surely not in Illard. This place had no colour, no fun, no awaiting adventure, this place was boring, this was life.
My mother was standing close to me, her back turned to me. She was talking to someone on the phone, it's yellow cord wrapped around her legs, but she didn't notice.
"Obviously its not working! I want her to get better, and if that means...." Her voice was hushed but impatient.
"But mother, what's wrong with me?" I asked slowly.
My mother spun around, the phone dropped from her right hand, she stumbled toward me, tripping over the yellow cord.
She knelt at my bedside and took my hand in hers.
"My darling, I'm so glad you're awake. The doctor will be here in the morning."
Her hand felt like fire against my flesh, I wanted to pull away but I couldn't.
"But mother... am I bleeding?" My voice was breaking, thoughts left me, I felt exhausted.
"No hunny, not that doctor." I heard her murmur as she planted a warm kiss on my fore-head. I fell into a black sleep. |
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