Day Four, a sample

This is a brief sample from a story I put on hiatus some time ago. Somewhat different from what I mostly write, but not too steep of a change.

 

Laying on the forest floor, a boy of 16 and girl of 15, gaze thoughtfully at the swaying treetops above them; a heap of leaves providing comfort as they lay in each other's arms. The boy, or rather a young Tom Heirman has all that he could need in life next to him. The girl, Sonia Winters, takes great happiness in draping her arm across Tom's chest; she to feels that he is everything that she would ever need to truly live. As she waves her hand through Tom's long, shoulder-length hair, his focus is now drawn to Sonia. The two young lovers stare into each other's eyes for an eternity. They forget the rest of the world and concentrate only on one another. Since dawn, they had lain on the forest floor and were anxiously waiting for the sun to set. Tom had promised Sonia that the sunsets here were at their most wondrous, and this alone was enough to convince the two to travel out to the woods before Tom's parents awoke.

They required nothing more; all they ever needed was to be by each other's side. Tom completely adored Sonia, from her long, red-dyed hair to her pale skin, to her aquamarine eyes. Even the ethereal blood pigments on her irises that were generally feared by most were admired by him. The warmth of her touch was enough to make all of the tensions that had hurt him in the past, vanish into thin air. He loved her, nothing more needed to be said.

Tom was now safe in the sanctuary of this lovely memory, the girl he had loved so long ago by his side once again. In the present, he lays in the middle of a dilapidated room. Broken furniture surrounding him and torn up cloth at his sides. Smashed windows and mirrors decorate the walls as well as the rotting wood of the walls that they dwell on. While he is here presently, he knows that he is laying in the woods with the girl he loved, living again in a memory that brings him so much happiness in the darkest of times. Trees, not walls, are all around him. Leaves, not bare wooden floor, are beneath him. The treetops gracing the clear sky hang above him, not a slightly caved in ceiling. Sonia, as she had been, lies at his side.

Young Tom remains staring into Sonia's spectral, hypnotic eyes as they both still lay on the forest floor. Ever so lovingly, Tom slowly moves his face towards hers, in an effort to kiss her. Before he does so, he notices a smile on Sonia's face grow cold and saddened. Tears begin flowing from her eyes. Tom had seen her cry before, and it was one of the only things that he most dreaded; as it made him cry to. Her shedding tears were indeed not out of the ordinary, but this is not how Tom remembered any of this. Sharp pangs of fear began thundering deep within him and his efforts to hold them back were futile.

Tom began to notice Sonia's body growing soft in mass. It started to feel almost as though it were crumbling. Something seemed awfully wrong now, but Tom could not figure it out. Looking back at her eyes, he noticed they began to harden into charred looking material. Her skin now caved in at the touch. She was beginning to deteriorate, and Tom could do nothing to stop it. Tears ran down his face rapidly, she was slipping away from him even in his memory.

Sonia, most peculiarly, still smiled sadly at him as her body was breaking down into fragmented parchment. Tom sobbed relentlessly as she was gradually reduced to a pile of shriveled, dried leaves. He gently clutched the remnants of the girl he loved to his chest, turning the leaves to slime with his tears. The entire forest around him began to melt down into black ooze and gradually wrap all around his body and constrict him.. Now, the entire memory surrounding him was reduced to black ooze and had completely covered him. Tom was writhing uncontrollably, thrashing his arms and legs about him trying to escape the ooze.  Strangely, the ooze began to restrain him by seeping through his skin, snaking through his ear canals, crawling up his nostrils, and forcing its way down his throat into his lungs. The ooze chokes him into unconsciousness briefly and this brings him back to the present, leaving the memory behind. He finds himself in the run down room of his dismal home.

"NO! I was out. She was there again. I was where I truly belonged!" Tom screamed at the top of his lungs. He went on screaming, crying continuously, kicking and beating the floor with his fists. Briefly, he heaved on his breath and nearly lost consciousness.

It is sad when one longs for the memories they had lived so joyfully in, only to find them slipping away as they must continue living in a suffering present existence. That is exactly what Tom felt; he saw it all as extremely unfair. Why must he be tortured by the warmth of his past when he remains in a bitterly cold, unfeeling tense of life?

Author's Note

This was written a long while ago, so some things, especially when describing characters, are somewhat cliche.

Reviews

[Juley Schmidt]

if u wrote this along time ago u sure are good at guessing the futeure..lolthe situation seems so similar :D