Little Black Rabbit

A short story of a day dream I had. Beware the rabbits!

The annoying rabble of the classroom consumed her mind, taking away individual thoughts by constructing an unbreakable wall of nonsense conversation. With every breath the mindless herd of cattle mooed their moanings of all things that vexed them. It tormented her. Idelisa could feel the foundations of sanity dribbling with dismay into darkness, taking on a image that hardly resembles its twin reality, draped in shadows, twisted like an Edvard Munch painting. Only screams could echo above the madness, the screams of a Bedlam Inn. All happiness was being sucked from her soul, draining her of all originality, casting blankets of hell fire over her once happy soul. 

 

Idelisa’s heart yelled bloody murder to the heavens. Face reddened and eyes weeping, she clenched her fist so hard that she snapped the pencil she had been holding. One half remaining in her now bleeding palm while the other lay six feet away on the cerulean carpet. Idelisa went to pick up the broken half, forgetting for a moment her anger at her classmates; instead she was consumed with surprise and shock. Bending low, she scoped up the object of her curiosity and was about to return to her seat when she noticed something most peculiar.

 

The classroom door was ever so slightly ajar, leaving a gap of half a foot. And between this gap lay a strange sight. Here was the head of a small black rabbit. Startled at being noticed, the small critter withdrew its head like a lighting bolt, diving back into the hall beyond. Muttering an un-thought out excuse to her slumbering teacher, Idelisa grasped her backpack with one hand and the door handle in the other. Pulling the door open even further, she followed the path of the tiny mammal. Shutting the door behind her, she pulled her bag onto her shoulder and looked around.  The rabbit was nowhere to be seen.

 

The corridor ended down a step and onto a landing before a vast spiral staircase. Wooden panels lined the lower half of the walls, while the higher was painted in a revolting shade of rose. An art deco chandelier stood out of place chained to the ceiling of the eighteenth century mansion, yet its electric lights concealed with in, burned brightly in the shaded tomb. Fire extinguishers and hazard signs decorated the walls. But Idelisa wasn’t interested in her surroundings, except to find the little black rabbit.

 

And there it was, on the top most step to the staircase, it sat washing its long ears. Trying very hard not to alert it to her presence, Idelisa walked as slowly and lightly as possible in the hope of capturing it. But this little critter was more alert then anyone could image. For it knew it was being followed and yet it did not stir, because this rabbit had a purpose and it was fulfilling its own intentions. Turning its head, it looked over its shoulder at the girl whom had pursued it. Its sharp sapphire eyes stared at her, its whiskers twitching with interest.

 

Idelisa was startled at first when the rabbit turned to watch her. But even more so when it hopped over the edge of the step. Running to its aid, Idelisa was forced to come to an abrupt halt upon seeing the tiny critter on the step below, unharmed and looking at her again.

 

Hopping down another step it stopped once more to turn to the confused girl towering above it. Twitching its whiskers at her, it patted one of its long ears before turning away from her again, swaying its tail a litttle and leaping to the step below. For some strange reason Idelisa got the feeling that the rabbit wanted to lead her somewhere. An absurd notion it is true, but still, curiosity was a powerful master. Carefully she took the first step down and stopped for the rabbit to move down further in fear of trampling the critter.

 

And so it went, the rabbit would lead on a few hops, look back to ensure his charge was following and then continue on the way. He led her down the staircase, across the hall, thought the fire exit and out across the schools garden and beyond into a small meadow behind it. Here it stopped and stood still waiting patiently for Idelisa to catch up.

 

When Idelisa reached the small thing, she bent down and touched its head tenderly with her hand.

 

“There you go.” She said. “I’ve seen you safely home, but I have to get back to class now. Good bye little friend.”

 

And with that she turned to head back to misery. But before she could even take the first step, the ground beneath her feet began to vibrate. With wide eyes Idelisa witnessed it. The building exploded, rupturing from its foundations, consumed by flames, destroying every being inside. Gasping with shock, Idelisa turned a quick glance behind her.

 

But the rabbit was gone.

 

Reviews

[Ruby Moon]

it kind of faintly echos of "alice in wonderland"
but then again i am sure it is much different
the only similarity is the bunny...but even then they are not the same colour
i think...havent read the original one yet
its just sitting on my shelf

is this a part of a story?

[Raef C. Boylan]

I just read your bio about learning to read and stuff...if you want help editing anything, just let me know. I'm not much good at anything else when it comes to constructive reviews, so am happy to help with things like spelling and grammar.

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[Raef C. Boylan]

Have you been watching Donnie Darko? Lol.

The intrigue of this story kept me absorbed the whole way through, because I was wondering where you were taking us with it, so well done for that. Is this the end, i.e. you leave your readers to wonder about what the hell it all signifies, or will there be further installments that go on to demonstrate why Idelisa was saved [I like the name you gave her a lot by the way - for me, it implied connotations of idealism; not sure if that was your intention]?

I noticed some typos and errors, e.g.:

"taking on a image that hardly resembles it twin realty" (its twin reality?) (should "resembles" be resembled, to keep the tenses of the paragraph consistent?)

"Face redden and eyes weeping, she clenched her first so heard"
(face reddened/reddening?)
(first = fist?)
(heard = hard?)

If you'd like some help with the other typos, let me know. Some people edit their work at a later date, so if you're one of those, I don't want to annoy you with help.

Nice write.