Adventures in Narnia
February 11, 2021
Prompt: "Kidnap me from my reality / and crushed pieces of my soul / colour me outside the lines / until my shattered heart is whole" - Perry Poetry.
A/N: I had fun writing this one. And please don't think I'm crazy. The beginning is kind of depressing but it has hope. Hope is all that matters.
Reviews:
BellatrixTheStar: That's my favourite quote. I wasn't really too worried about when the quote was… quoted? Yeah. I think that's right. But thank you for pointing that out. I seriously love having little bits of information in my head.
BrokenKestral: I'm glad you liked it. I'm practically an only child (I have a sister that's in college) but I know enough about being late for things. I also watch enough tv.
Disclaimer: Do I really need to say it again?
Dead. They were all dead. Mum, Dad, Aunt Polly, Professor Kirk, Jill, Eustace, Peter, Edmund, Lucy. They were all dead. Gone. They're with… no. No, He's not real. It was just a game we played as children. But it was real. And, oh, how I wish I could go back! Back home! London is nothing of the sort. It's horrid! Bleak, and dreary, and all around depressing. It was as though the earth was always crying, longing for something better. Something this sad, cold world could not provide. Like me.
I hurt them. I hurt my family. I gave them a wound worse than the one that that crash gave to me. I lost faith. They tried to help me but I wouldn't let them. They tried so hard. And I pushed them away! All because I was a selfish little girl who couldn't see something that was two feet in front of her!
Now, standing here, looking at their bodies, their white faces, pale lips, unseeing eyes, I knew, with every ounce of my being, that I made a mistake. A mistake that affected not only me, but my family. My siblings. The ones who would go to war for me, would die for me, would kill for me. The ones who tried so hard to help me but couldn't. Because I, such the practical one, couldn't fathom the fact that Narnia was real. That my home was real.
No. I will see them again, even if I have to wait a lifetime. I will see my family again. And until I do, I will believe. Believe in Aslan. Believe in God. Believe in Jesus. And I will share my story. I will share it with the world.
Until then, I will remember. Remember all the times we had, both the good and the bad. It won't heal me, but it will let me survive. I will forever be broken, but my pieces are so small and so many that it would be no use to merely glue them back together. It would be easier to rebuild me. Slowly and surely. Gradually, as I find each piece, I will once again become whole. But until I am complete, I am stuck coloring outside the lines.
Fin.
A/N: So… how'd you like it? Was it good? Tell me how it was. And, as always, constructive criticism is welcome.
Yours truly,
reider52
