And I Finally Met God

This is a true story of a dream I had.

I woke up this morning, rubbing sleep from my eyes. My bed clung to me, singing songs of temptation to me, but I ignored it and padded over to my windowsill. The sun was rising in the east, then; that moment of daybreak when Helios' chariot was not yet in full gallop. It cast shadows across everything, a dance of light and dark. Cultures have tried to describe this moment for ages. The Italians call it chiaroscuro; the French version is clair-obscur. The Chinese use the term "Yin-Yang" for this cautious balance. It is a concept used by Renaissance art historians, by vocalists and operatics, by scholars, historians, by fortune-tellers. It was this vision, of nature flowing seemlessly in equilibriam, that brought back the memory of my dream.

 

I remember thinking, in the dream, that I was dead. Yet I wasn't afraid. Despite the burning, retina-searing light that blinded me, I was slightly cold as I waded down a river, wearing my long white nightgown. A man stood on the banks further downstream. For the first time, I shivered. His face was so achingly beautiful, I was terrified.

 

"Come, little girl," he leered at me. "For you are not ready to enter the ocean yet. You are a diamond in the rough, and must be sanded down...your jagged edges smoothed and your substance worn away. Come with me."

 

I flinched away from him, but he laughed. "You are afraid, Nene," he said calmly. "They all are. But don't be. I mean you no harm, unless...well, I'm certain you haven't."

I could do nothing but blink as he pulled me away, to a run-down village. A scruffy little boy, his body unclean and spotted with a dark fungus, ran by me. I could smell his rancid scent. This horrific sight sent me reeling backwards.

 

A boy- perhaps older than me by about four years, setting him at just under twenty- approached me next. Eyes like pitch, and spiky hair to match it. He had more piercings than I could count, along with several graphic tatoos lacing his body. He pulled out an intravenous injector and, perfect at ease, gave himself a shot in the forearm. "Hullo," he greeted me lazily, words slurred. "Eii jjjjJack."

 

Again, I shrank backwards, glaring at the beautiful man who'd first approached me. "Who are you?" I demanded. "Where am I?"

Author's Note

Unfinished! Will complete it later.

Reviews

[frozendepths]

Please complete!

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[Marianna Venodecci]

Well what you have so far is good. Can't wait to read more!