The Girl Inside The Pictures

A Story by Alara

Lonely. In a dark, unending space with no idea who you are. That's how it started. That's where it started...

I slowly opened my eyes to nothing but pure darkness. Nothing was visible as the darkness engulfed all of my surroundings. I had no emotions inside to describe my state. It was like if I had no soul. No heart and therefore no emotions. Maybe loneliness. Maybe that’s what I was feeling. It was so silent that I could here my own breathing. I slowly tried to stand up. However I failed to do so because there was nothing to hold on to. After a couple of trials I gave up and took my previous position. My hands were as cold as ice. They were shaking so violently that it was hard to control them. I brought them close to my mouth and exhaled towards them in hopes to get them warmer. However, only a cold, crisp air came out of my mouth. I put my hand back down to where they were before and looked straight ahead of me. Was this even possible? Was it possible for some place to be so dark and silent? Out of nowhere I heard a shallow breathing. It sent shivers down my spine. My body tensed as I heard something move. It was getting closer. I could feel it.

“W-who are you?” I stammered as I tried to steady my breathing.

“Do you know where you are?” a hallow voice whispered. Who ever the voice belonged to was extremely close to me. His voice was harsh, cold. It contained no emotions.

“No,” I answered with all honesty. I didn’t know where I was. I had no clue.

“Would you like to know?” the voice asked.

“Y-yes” I stammered again. It was getting colder by the minute. As the conversation went on the colder I grew.

“Let me show you. Close your eyes,” he whispered. I instantly closed my eyes. As soon as I did an excruciating pain shot trough my head. It was hurting more than anything I had ever felt before. Nothing made sense. I decided to open my eyes in hopes of the pain to disappear. A white, dull light was covering my surroundings. I blinked a couple of times to let my eyes adjust to the new lighting. Everything around was becoming clearer. I was in an unending, black room. I was lying on a hard bed. It felt like if stones were getting stabbed to my back. I was wearing spotless white night gown that reached my ankles. It was as white as paper. I put my feet towards the left side of the bed. I slowly dropped them downwards towards the floor. As my feet made contact with the ground a splash was heard. I looked towards my feet to see them soaked in a pure red substance. The end of the gown was slowly turning red. I got off the bed and cautiously took steps towards the endless space. As I moved on black and white pictures started hovering around me. They all contained a small, happy looking girl in them. She looked so loved. As I continued walking the girl started growing up. In each picture her smile slowly started to fade away. Her once happy looking eyes were full of misery and sadness. As she grew so did the misery inside her. As she grew her surroundings started to change. Her once owned toys turned into blades. The park that she used to go to turned into a small, dark closet. She became lonelier in each picture. All her friends disappeared. Her once loved heart became unloved. I could feel myself shaking as I took a step closer to the next picture. I could feel tiny drops of tears slowly falling down my cold cheeks. In each step the darker the room got. The redder the gown became. The dark, red substance was slowly making its way up the gown. It was slowly engulfing it. By this point I could smell the nasty odor of blood. It was all the way up to my shoulders. I slowly took a glimpse towards the pictures. I realized that the girl was much older now. She had long jet-black hair up to her thighs. She was extremely thin. You could make out her bones. Her face wasn’t sad anymore. It contained no emotions. Her eyes were the only way you could see the pain inside her. She was deeply suffering. No one was around her to see it though. She seemed so lonely. I kept my eyes glued on the pictures. They were decreasing. Only a couple was left. As I saw the next picture I could hardly make out anything due to the amount of tears in my eyes. The girl was lying down in a dark room in a puddle. For the first time one of the pictures contained some sort of color in it. The girl was lying in a puddle colored all in red just like my gown. Her eyes were closed. I took another step to look at the next picture. The girl was crying. Her skin was as pale as snow. Her lips didn’t contain any sort of color in them. Her hair was soaked due to her tears. That moment she blinked. I stopped breathing and blinked to make sure that I saw it correctly. I slowly brought my hand to my face and looked straight in front of me to see a trembling hand.

I was the girl. I was the girl inside all the pictures.

© 2013 Alara

Author's Note

Please comment bellow what you think about it. It's for school. Please keep in mind that I'm only 13. This is my first story here so yeah.. Hope u like it. <3

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AMSOPHIA

The story is powerful, full of emotion - and heartbreaking due to the content. Evoking the truth of a situation is the most powerful emotion and sense of being that exists. You did this very well. You created a semi-abstract setting for this to happen, and use the first person which places the reader in to the shoes of the character - intensifying the power the words possess.