Into the Darkness
1
Capture the Dreams
SHE ALWAYS WAS TWO STEPS IN FRONT OF ME. In knowledge, age, height, anything possible. There was no stop to her insults on how inferior or lacking I was. Or even on my height! As the years went by, the putdowns became more and more complicated, harder retort back on. It hurt, badly, but I kept my head held high, no mater what was thrown my way. I was not about to let her get the best of me. Rivals we were throughout the years, until the entire script was changed.
I started to age and become more mature. By the time I was eighteen, she started to come to me for answers. I kept telling myself that something was strange, but due to my kind and generous heart, my mind was conquered by my moral views. She was confused I thought, but I didn't care. A damsel in distress, who could resist? Was she confused or was I? I could not tell, I was too infatuated by her beauty, mesmerized by her voice, and intrigued by her choice of dialogue.
Those gorgeous blue eyes, the way her feathers shifted in the wind, her looks in general just got to me, consumed me entirely. Nothing could be done in her presence. To concentrated on staring at the portrait before my eyes I was.
The song of the bird is a beautiful thing, but it compares not with the song of her. Just her voice in the room is a reassuring feeling. Her laughter raises spirits. The sweet sound of her song is the most remarkable thing I have ever heard in my life, or anyone's life. How she became a thief, I still ponder that to this day, this dark awful day.
I wish I had her reassuring words right beside me. Just a few words, that's all. But no. The thing I heard in my head was the dreaded fear of mine. The only thing I couldn't stop if I wanted to. I heard her screaming.
I was unconscious. The screams could not be explained but I could hear them, even in a deep sleep. I screamed in my head too, hoping to get an answer, but her screams became louder. She needed help, and I couldn't even get to my feet.
Tears streamed down my face. I could feel myself crying, crying out to her, wanting for an answer, needing an answer. No answer came. I felt myself dieing. Dieing on the cold, concrete floor. My heart was being torn apart by the screams of helplessness. But were those hers, or mine? I couldn't think of it. Why? Because I couldn't think of anything. I didn't know where I was, or who I was.
Then the dreaded thought came to me. I cried even more. I was dieing and I knew it and the thought plagued me. It would plague me until the moment of truth where I would just give up. I sobbed, and sobbed, and sobbed.
I did not remember her name.