Please don't mind my spelling mistakes and such, my first language isn't English after all. I hope you all like it.
Wake up.
And that's exactly what happened. Wide Light blue eyes opened to look forward dully. The owner of those eyes was only a child, a boy not older than 9. To see such lifeless eyes that belongs to a child was unnerving , but there was no one around to be unnerved by it. He was alone. He had long black hair, too long for a boy to have. His skin was pale and he was sickly thin wearing rugs of a white shirt and pants.
He looked around his surrounding to realize that he was in the middle of a dark dead endless forest. The sky was red , the clouds were grey and yet all he did was look at everything showing no emotions or interest.
He then decided to take a step forward then an other until he started a pace and walked. To where? he didn't know. When will he stop? He didn't think about it. Why did he even walk? He couldn't find an answer.
The silence of the forest can drive anyone to insanity , even his footsteps didn't make a sound. He felt as if he suddenly turned deaf. He looked at the ground for a second before looking up and he suddenly stopped.
Right infront of him, an arm away was a woman. She was faceless, her long black hair reached down nested around her feet, she wore a simple white dress that reached her knees.
He stared at her, assuming she was doing the same since she had no eyes. He heard a sound, ticking sound that came from her like an old ancient clock singing , telling a tale.
" what's your name? " he asked, his voice new to himself as it is to her. Yet she didn't answer or move. His words echoed around the forest, repeating his question.
" are you broken too? " again his voice echoed in the forest. She then suddenly kneeled and reached her hand out to gently put her palm on his cheek. Slowly she used the tips of her fingers to explore his face then retrieved her hand to touch her own featureless face.
The ticking sound coming from her slowed, playing a song of grief and sadness.
" your heart sounds beautiful. " said the boy simply, recognizing that the ticking sounds were actually her heartbeat.
She then held his hand and pulled him to walk after her as she guided them through the dead forest. Her hand was cold, yet her gesture was warm. She finally stopped at a cliff looking down the cliff then at the boy.
She reached to her chest, opened it the way one would open a treasure box. She held out a clockwork heart, even with rusted gears it was ticking beautifully. A masterpiece that fought against time.
She gave it to the boy but as soon as he held it, she grew motionless like a doll and fell backward down the cliff, her red hair creating a halo around her as she fell down to the darkest abyss. Right into the dark. A blackness that he , not only saw, but felt.
Wake up.
He opened his eyes to find himself right where he woke up the first time, but this time it wasn't silent. He can hear ticking coming from him and when he looked down at his chest, he saw stitches.
He ran his hand over it and he heard the gentle tick tocks form a song, a hunted tune, a sad melody. He then closed his eyes and surrendered himself to the darkness.