The VisionA Story by ChloeThis is a piece I had to write for one of my modules, Experiments In Writing - we've been creating fictional 'blog' characters, complete with life history, interests etc and a specific 'trauma' which occured in their past life. For this exercise, we had t
My feet are wet. I can feel it, but I don’t look down. It’s cold – and it’s not till the mist clears that I realise I’m standing in a garden. The grass is soaked with dew. That would explain the feet. All around me the grass is shimmering – shimmering, because it’s wet, and there is a white light coming from somewhere. Is it the sun? But there isn’t any sun. I don’t know where that light is coming from. It looks as if there are thousands of tiny crystals, sparkling in the grass. I’m trying to catch a glimpse of each of them, even for a second – but as soon as I get close, they disappear again. It’s so frustrating; I know they are there, but they keep getting away! My feet are so cold. I realise now that my shoes have disappeared. I’m sure I had shoes on before. My trousers are soaking. I can see the water slowing creeping up my legs. Soon, I’ll be drenched all over. Wait! – A child’s cry! Or was it a bird? I look up, and through the haze I can make out some shapes, floating before me, obscured by the mist. Why is there so much mist? It’s hard to see. I’m squinting. It’s so frustrating. I try to move my arms to force the mist out of the way, but they won’t move. Why won’t they move? This is so irritating. I blow at the mist, but it still doesn’t move. You can see my breath in the air. The cold is numbing. I can’t imagine being warm again. Another cry! So piercing, it sends shivers right through me. It sounds so distant, and yet so close! If only I could reach out for it, and stifle it with my hands; muffle it until it can’t scream anymore… I’m starting to panic. I can’t move, and the cry is tormenting me. Lottie! It’s Lottie, she’s crying for me! But I can’t move. I try to call out to her – but no sound comes from my mouth! I try so desperately to cry out that I strain my throat till it burns; but still nothing. Now I’m getting frightened. The mist is clearing. Something is driving it away. Is it the wind? There it is – the iciest wind you can imagine, cutting through you like a knife to the bone. That’s how it feels. Now the mist has thinned, I notice that the garden is fairly large. But all I can see is grass, stretching out for eternity – and these darned crystals! drifting around me in an emerald ocean, gliding between the waves. Why do they keep hiding from me! I keep losing them! It is infuriating. Soon they will drown. There is a shape ahead of me. A tall shape – I’m moving towards it – but how am I moving towards it? I’m not moving… I can’t move. Or is it moving towards me? But it’s a tree! Trees can’t move. Not by themselves. It’s huge, thick with olive leaves and towering over me. I gaze upwards to see it extending above me forever. I have an urge to climb it, but I can’t move. How frustrating, I wish I could move. The leaves rustle lightly in the breeze. It’s so peaceful here; I could stay here and listen forever. It’s like summer – but yet it’s so cold. That’s very confusing; it being so cold yet there are so many leaves. I don’t worry anymore about that cry. I don’t think it’s anything to worry about. Lottie will be ok, I’m sure – yet if she isn’t, it’ll be all my fault! There is no one else around to see to her! But I’m so happy standing here by myself. I don’t want to leave the tree. I really want to touch it. I could sit under it and go to sleep there. It looks so comfortable; I wouldn’t need to get up at all. I could be alone, under this tree, just me. A powerful burst of wind, and the leaves shake violently. I’m suddenly aware of my gaze, directed towards a spot amidst the branches – there’s something in the tree; a dark blemish, floating amidst the greenery – There’s something swinging from the tree! Suddenly, I am arrested with a horror that makes my blood run cold. I try to scream, but no sound comes out. I want to run, but my legs won’t move. I can’t take my eyes of that shape, hanging lifelessly from the braches. A dark stain amidst the leaves; limp, swayed by the force of the wind. I hear a blaring scream. This time it’s so close! It’s right in my ear, slicing through the air and piercing me like a dagger to the heart. Don’t let her see it – don’t let Lottie see it! I’m trying to cry out, but I still can’t. Terror seizes me. Where is she? Don’t let her see the body! Please don’t see the body! There is a loud thud. I stare in horror; the body has dropped from the tree. It lies in a heap, like a pile of rags, under the tree – under that very tree where I wanted to sit. I feel sick. Somewhere buried deep within me lies an impulse, a desire, an intense longing to go over and pick up the body, to nurse it, to love it –Yet I am horrified, repulsed, filled with dread. The body is disgusting, it’s drained of life, it’s horrific, it’s dead. Suddenly, a girl throws herself upon me from out of the mist – She’s howling, screaming – her black eyes gaze at me, penetrate me; her face is white – terrifying! She’s thrashing me, beating me, cursing me. I’m trying to sooth her, to call out her name, to make her understand, to make her see! – But she’s already seen the body. She’s shrieking. The screams are ear-piercing. I’m screaming, screaming – if only she could hear me screaming – I awake suddenly, in a cold sweat. © 2008 ChloeReviews
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