In Another World, That I'm sick of

by Berzul

This is part 4 of the series. Go to /s/s/11569776/1/In-Another-World-That-I-saw for part one.

6. Chapter 6

Suddenly, despite all logic seen in reality, from a dry pool a person emerged near the water around the grate. I instantly jumped away and fallen flat on my bottom and all four libs. I did not caught even a glimpse of what exactly happened, but I felt it was okay to look, even if I was still too scared to stand up. Instead I climbed by head very slowly to assert the situation, still not moving from the ground, watching through a gap between my spread legs in an awkward position. Besides my friend there was another figure of a woman that was swimming around her in circles. Even though there was very little water, it was still possible for her. And this was not the only strange thing, because the little girl were just standing there without a nudge, getting splashed by the sea all over her face and uniform. I felt the need to react, but my conciousness couldn't force a response, although it would be convenient if I was able to move from this shameful position which resembled someone giving birth. My eyes stuck in a ring-like motion, following the strange creature that played around with the poor student. Her shape reminded me combination of fish and human. Her lower limb was a green scaled tail of a sea mammal, and her top was wearing a skin-tight rubber-like material that was salmon pink shaded. Her hair was resembling a living honey-pigmented moss substance that reached below her chest. Lastly, her face seemed to expose that her current mood was pretty molly, as her eyes danced with emerald light. In the contrast to that, my friend was still motionless and appeared as if she did not even noticed her. I tried to warn her that there is a creature right beside her, verbally stretching my larynx. But it did not have an effect on the small girl unfortunately, which made me really flustered as I took action. I regained a partial motion ability, and approached the scene on my legs and hands, like a infant learning to walk. I wish I could have just stood and walked normally, because it would a less awkward way to move, but it was impossible. For a reason unknown to me, this was the only prudent way for me to get close, which was still causing my body to shiver. I stopped at the very edge of the pool, returning the gaze that my friend was giving me. My pupils were reflecting both of the creatures there. A second after when I reached that position, the mermaid monster stopped moving and positioned herself behind the school pupil, while scrutinizing me very closely with examining every action I did. I was frozen in a cold gaze that muffled my pulse to a chilled stop, all the way from my toes to the top of my head. I was paralysed with a terrifying spell, and could not even think about what was going to happen next. What caught my attention at that time was that the girl started smiling at me, as she knew that something has happened to my body. I started hearing a voice in my ears, and realised that she announced herself a victor in my childish bet I almost forgot about. The truth now was that she showed me the ghost, if you could call that thing such, and I was the one that lost. Strangely, this posture I assumed was quite fitting for the prostrating sensation that was the result of her declaration. I awaited for her judgement, but all she did was to reach out her hand towards me. It was holding something, a piece of paper perhaps, sealed in a envelope. I understood that my friend wanted me to read it, so I pondered about how to undone the caulk. But there was something that could be used for this operation, I realised, as I finally took the message from my friend's hand. I went back, this time on my legs only, towards my bag to take out an item I picked up before. It was a pair of callipers, which had just the right sharpness to do the trick. I flicked it through the letter and it opened without resistance, eagerly taking the handwriting out from the contained to read it out loud. After studying it, I understood the merit of the notion, but did not agreed with it, which made someone else take action behind my awareness.

There was a loud agitated splash heard from inside of the pool, so I turned my head as fast as I could. Even without the water washing my face, I was out of the confusion and could observe the situation clearly. The mermaid had her tensile fingers sheathed around the young girl petite clothes in a dominating fashion. Even though it looked like the face of my friend was a little repulsed, there was a faith expression on her lips that accounted for gratification. This image in my mind stroke my ingenuity to produce disturbing and off-putting visions. I yelled at the creature to leave her alone, but neither of the characters there had noticed or reacted to it. I had to do something or the girl is going to be squeezed to death, I thought, as I rushed towards the scene with the contents of the letter still in my hand. It was a bet I could not just leave behind, but also could not accept the idea it was written for either. I looked at it again and again, not knowing what to do, without a plan how to resole the issue at hand. Meanwhile, the fish creature guided her head on the top of the child. Her overgrown hair were even further covering her clothes, erasing them from their colour. It was almost like this creature was taking control of my friend, at least that is what my feeling told me. This relation, where one of the person is exercising ascendancy over the other one who can't and won't fight back is something I did not agree with. However, because clearly my verbal assault continued to be unsuccessful, I had to change tactics to a more frontal and up-close combat. I clenched my hands, and with the timidly wobbling legs, I jumped down into the lair of the monster. I found myself again in the pool, with the ghost in front of me and my friend below her. There was a splash when I landed, and before I noticed it, I was soaking with only my head above the water. It was cold and mushy, as if the ground of my feet was filled with moss underwater. The greenery fondled my legs all the way up to my thighs, with awkward yet succulent sensation that caused me to feel icky. And yet I was accepting this strange treatment, because there was no time for being picky. The most important was not my own integrity, but my friend's. I moved against the liquid and plants, reaching the captured girl, and pulled as best I could. But it seemed to be not enough, not sufficient to release her from the bind of the mermaid. I started hitting the creature with my fists and legs so she would give up, but my strength was used in vain. I become enormously furious and shouted, while trying to shake of the kidnapper off my the girl. Nothing was going the way I wanted it, no effort was enough to even to give birth to a small change. It was simply as both of them were glued together as one, they were an inseparable single being. Because it was worthless to keep trying, I thought, I felt a substantial increase in how desperate I became. But there was nothing I could do, I kept repeating to my self, as droplets suddenly appeared on my face, creating ripples on the surface. My legs gave up their endeavour and my body fell down to the knees. I was submerged entirely now, and even though it was strange, there was no need for me to hold breath. Abruptly something started to pat me on the top of my head. I was not sure if it was a hand in the front or behind me, but my vision became sunny with the warm glare of someone I knew. Then, there was a voice that reached me through the deep. My dearest friend, someone that I could share anything with, uttered a message that I would consider the most disturbing I ever heard. I opened my senses in disbelief, and saw the clear image of the young girl smiling towards me. There was nothing between us, even though I could not move or speak. In her hands there were ripped pieces of paper that she scattered, as they flew along the wind. With tears of strange tone, her mouth whispered the same words I just heard. Subsequently, her arms appeared to whipped them, but only after the moment she took them away I saw what happened. There were no longer eyeballs in her sockets, instead they were now preciously kept at her fingertips. Even though I wanted to vomit, I was too shocked to preform any movement, while the events unfolded even further.

When Renko came to her senses again, after closing her vision, she saw herself inside on a pool, along with two other entities. One was a girl with hollow bleeding eye sockets, which was lying on the ground like a lifeless doll. The other one was a woman with a lower limb resembling a fish, that stayed on top of the student. Her lips were close to the pupil's cheeks, with her hands still around the body of the puppet. Renko was observing this situation from up close, and if she wished, she could have reached her hand and slap the poor behaviour. However, she choose not to, or it would be more fitting to say that she was unable due to her mind's condition. Even though she wanted to help the poor girl who was on the floor, there was something about her look that was a clear give away of her condition. She was dead, with her eyes gouged out, that were currently resting on her hands. The blood was pouring out from lifeless shell, sinking down into the drain. But even in this morbid image, the mermaid continued to be the only one embracing the husk, at her one and only dearest friend. Not even Renko could force herself to touch her, not after what she has done with herself and the letter. It was both a feeling of a failure and being left alone, but since it was her partner's wish, she had to comply, unable to change the reality from within the dream. However, this was not the end of her torment. The little girl Renko persisted in her state, while keeling on the ground, and started to shed liquid of her own. It was not the sorrow of losing a precious one, but what she realised that made her wail. With her hands deep in her face, a sob came one after another, without a touch it would ever end. However, at that point of time, something could have been felt on the girl's wrists. It was a dose of something rubber, that gently stroked the hair of her feminine skin. Of course that was the mermaid, as Renko could knew without even looking. Her hands were forcibly pulled from her face, and onto the body of the creature in a way that was inviting. The fish-like person wanted to become embraced, but for the weeping girl it did not matter what is going to happen to her top limbs. On instinct, both girls warped around each other in a clinching knot. There was a brief silence between them, expect for the crying, and soon one of them spoke. The voice called the name of the girl, which was replied with a quiet whimper. Soon Renko quieted down, as her partner mopped the water from her rough and tired face. Then the mermaid spoke again, that her friend does not need to worry, that it was okay to accept this affinity between us. The recipient only sobbed a little, and kept her eyes deep into her subject's shoulder. Due the silence of the saddened girl, who did not reply, her partner continued. There will be no pain or suffering, she promised, you only need to call my name. But Renko could not. It would not only destroy her but her dearest as well. This was a situation for her that she would be able to change, but not in this state of mind, not here. It seemed that the monster was able read her thoughts, as she released herself from the clasp and backed a little, crawling on her deformed body. She had one more wish she wanted to express, which she already did in another time. As the kneeling down girl lifelessly observed the dance that the fish woman was preforming, her doll-like expression was without a change, because she already knew the words that she was about to hear. Either way, her partner decided to utter them, announcing what is her name and that she swam here in order for this dream to become reality for both of them.

No matter how anyone would try to delve deep into the dream, there is not power or possibility for them surface outside the ocean. However, it is possible to change those wishes within reality, with great effort and tears. This is what one of the girls understood, and what the other was denying. In the end, it maybe possible for both of them to be right, in a strange world of subconsciousness. But the subjective truth was different. Against what appeared to be a nightmare, and the chaos of her crying mind, Renko stood from her pitiful position to once again change the flow of the water. Perhaps you already fallen too deep into the ocean, she stated, because you could not understand the reason of your friend's action. That pitched the attention of the mermaid, who stopped friskily swimming around. This one and the other one, the voice continued to produce words while the hands of the girl pointed at both, the fish woman and the dead body on the ground. Those are the subjects that make for the entirety of Marry, Renko said while clasping her hands together. This was the fact she could discreet from being within a dream, as it is impossible to realise whenever your free will is at work. If her monster side is in control or the doll one, is something that no one can determine. Perhaps if someone would forget about that unknown actuality, and their current worries, they would simply live their life the way they would enjoy best, joyfully and without looking at the future in a gloomy way. Such place existed and it was discovered by someone, however that person did not realise it was a trap, a net in a sea of unconsciousness. The deeper you sink, the more it takes control of you, and soon you become a lifeless doll. With this realised by the girls, there were only two actors left at the scene. Renko, who was looking at a certain place on the sky, searching for the moon that would show her the way to her home. And Marry, who was still on the ground, gazing at the drain that had some of her hair stuck in. She was too fragile and weak to stand up, so instead she pulled her body up and crawled away from the scene, leaving mysteriously with a trace. Suddenly, before the girl that was admiring the earth's satellite could react, there was a hand on her chest, reaching from a direction she could not perceive. It was worming its way towards the space between the buttons on her shirt, and down on her breast, finally reaching the spot where her heart supposed be. It was a silent yet warm pitch, that made Renko squeak a little. Soon a figure of a human appeared behind her, as it recently emerged from the shadow that the moon was casting. The second arm, delicately traced her neck up to her chin and then into the girl's mouth, filling her with a sweet taste of honey inside. Still not aware what is happening, the gaze was directed towards somewhere unreachable in reality. But such things were always possible in the dreams, and this is what the girl was thinking now. Meanwhile, the darkness gradually warped the legs pondering girl's thighs, squeezing them slightly in a restraining way. Due to that influence, Renko was becoming unable to feel with her body, her voice could not reach the outside, and her limbs lingered motionless. It was a feeling that resembled her laying on top of something and sinking deep into her thoughts. Frankly, she did not know why she would yield to the pressure of that ocean. Even though she did register and completed her goal here, it did not quench her sanity. Without knowing who was behind her in the end, she opened her eyes trying to awake from the dream.

There was a brief silence in the instruments that monitored what was happening in the patient's mind. This signified the end of a therapy, for both of the participants. The therapist girl looked at the results, which where promising, but noticed a little discrepancy that happened. That left her a little worried, but nevertheless, it was not the first time she has analysed that kind of a problem occurring. However, in this case it was something she could not prevent, as she did not have the ability to control that phenomenon. With her eyes carefully scrolling through the book, her patient awoken from her slumber to what appeared a different world than her own. Many times before she forbid herself from seeing the truth, with her own theories and deliberations. However, this time when she opened her eyes, she finally awoke into the world of where she was now. All the pieces were in place, she admitted, and it made perfect sense, even if it went against everything rational. This was indeed a different physical space then the one she was used to, back on earth. Renko ejected her bare feet from the horizontal position and sat down on the bed, taking a fresh breath of spoiled air into her nostrils. Her heart reacted to the oxygen and started beating, as her head started wondering what would happened next. There was nothing else to do in this world for her, but she also remembered that it is impossible for anyone to leave this place. Not even if they wanted to, no matter how strong was her wish. Surely, if she could still remember how she got here in the first place, but this was already too far to reach in her mind. Renko decided, with all her experiences considered, that not fighting against this fact would be more beneficial her. And this was the result of the therapy, as the doctor was smiling at her patient, who was looking rather jolly for a change. However, it was just a beginning for her, there were more sessions planned as the goal was not yet met. Just what was that she wanted for me to reach, the girl in a hospital gown asked. With a sinister grin on her face, the psychologist girl explained. It was because she only realised the difference in between a subconscious and conscious part of her mind, while not being fully aware of her hidden desires. Undoubtedly, the person who knew the most about yourself is you and only you. This logic was faulted, because it only considered the perception of your awake state, not the one who was lurking deep inside, out of sight. Still, in this reality, there was a way to reach it, and the one who partitioned such medicine was no one other than the doctor that both of the girls knew about. It was not strange that she was accepting to help the souls of those poor travellers, as they agreed that they needed help. Both of the individuals returned to conciousness after this deliberation, although a little dazed. Renko still did not knew how her subconsciousness operated and how exactly it accounted for her wish to participate in the therapy. However, she was worried about something else, hence why she voiced her thoughts for them to reach the other person. Although they were understood, she did not received a concrete answer. In stead of it, there was a statement that she already heard, followed by a more disturbing announcement. It was time to employ a deeper connection between the patient and the doctor, because of the recent methods encountered some problems. This was a method that allowed for the transmission to be much clearer and understood by the ill girl. Disturbingly, it was something the psychologist girl wanted to happen, despite it being not in the protocol. With a simple flip of switch Renko, who was not aware of being tricked, became hypnotized. However, she did not appear to resist the injection, because it was something that she wanted to perform herself.

Usually the patients arrived already with the wish of staying here, but this one was a irregular, unlike her friend who came here a long time ago. The sanatorium rule was to always ask subjects for their permission, no matter the case, as their wish determined the stay. In this particular case, the convalescent was not aware about coming here for this purpose, and this was a problem. What was needed to be done first was to make her realise in which reality she was currently in, as she could not engage in therapy without knowing that. This place they both were currently in was the subconsciousness world of Renko, who was sitting on a chair next to table. There were two cups filled with warm liquid, one close to her and the other on the opposite side. The host of this tea party, resting in front of the girl, was the her therapist with one leg crossed over the other. She was curiously awaiting for her guest to wake up and realise what place she is in. The sleepy one eventually came to senses, as her vision filled with the aroma both of the person who called her here and the freshly brewed refreshments. Was this a scent of rose, Renko wondered in vain, and showed her manners as she thanked for the welcome. Because she was feeling an emptiness in her throat, her hand reached for the ear of the porcelain, absorbed with looking inside of it. It wasn't clear how it was made or what was floating there, so she decided that the other person should taste it first, as it would be a little rude not to ask her to join. But the doctor was already lips in, sipping the tea without her consent, as she desired a stimulation before speaking. I was wondering why would anyone come here when I first opened this clinic, the girl started to reminiscence. Can you see the bottom of this cup, she asked the visitor not expecting an answer and continued. This next statement was to turn the girl over in her comfortable chair, even though she was already pretty deeply pushed into it. Perhaps it would be safe to say that people escape deeper, because their life was already empty. There is simply nothing left for them to swim in, the psychologist girl finished her report, while sipping dry the tea she was holding. It was clear for both of the girls what the statement implied, as just now Renko realised the true feeling of her friend. But this was just the begging of when she would continue to melt her existence on the chair. There was more of what the therapist girl wanted to say, more nails into the coffin of the patient that was about to capitulate. The questioning started, like one strike of the strike of the hammer after another. Do you think that running would lead you anywhere? Those two were centred at both of her thighs. Is your throat really following what does your brain think? This one pierced her mouth and exited through the back of her neck. Why would you deny your progenitor's wish, did you realise how frighting it was? This one was directed at her heart. She knew now, that even if she wanted to help her friend, she did not realise how important was her desire. All she wanted in the end was for someone else to see how wicked and twisted her visions are really. But this was not just that, Renko also comprehended how much grief and sorrow she caused to her friend. If she would simply believe without doubting, but it was not too late, her doctor assured. The room was filled with darkness and the only vision in her mind was a cup of tea with a fragrance of guilt in her hand. She knew what had to be done, and nothing was standing in her way. Even thought her own conciousness was nailed into the chair lifeless, her other self was capable of finishing it for her. And at the time when the liquid touched her dubious mouth, something suddenly happened. There was a sharp object piercing an aorta, spurting the liquid, which filled the room with strange looking blue blood. It was unclear who done it, although there was a shape of a smile behind a blueberry screen of paint that was dipping to the ground. The dream was changed into reality with great effort.