This might be a short one, but I will never stop! NOT AS LONG AS I AM ALIVE MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Aah, the sweet, sweet smell of life gradually burning at the seams.
Oh. Wait... That's my life burning up in flames, isn't it?
Oh well. At least it smells nice...
Back to the story.
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Sarah sighs as she stands in place. "O-kay... Do I need anything in particular to be ready?"
"Just your skin, bones, and your positive disposition will do." He stands and turns to lean over a rustic heater that lines out the window on the back wall of his office. He swiftly and effortlessly opens the blinds to show a dark night, with the bright crescent moon gently lighting up the industrialized street full of parked cars and streetlights. Sarah continues to cautiously watch Alister as he points his left index finger to trace the outline of the window. Where his finger traces, a gentle illuminating line follows, showing a visible border opening up. Sarah assumes that he is summoning some sort of portal. Sarah sees the image of the moon-filled industrialized street fade with a cool blue hue of light gradually forming.
As this continues to form, Alister motions for Sarah to come closer with nothing more than a commanding motion with his hand. The closer she strides up to the hue of light, the more it manifests. Staring nose-to-nose to this portal-like thing... the color changes to a sea-like blue/green.
"Ooh," Alister hums, "very interesting,"
"W-what..." she looks to him in confusion, "what is this?" She holds out a fragile finger to feel the warmth surrounding the spiral-like inter-dimensional hole.
"The closer you become, the more the aura changes," he reaches a curious hand to his chin, petting his thin stubble in thought.
She looks into the hole to see if she can see anything at the bottom of it."Aaaaand what... does that mean exactly?" She looks to him with wide and imaginative eyes.
"You know, Sarah. In my opinion, it is impolite not to fall for someone when they have already fallen for you."
"Huh?-oh!" In this instant, Sarah is shoved, making her lose her balance and she falls right into the spiral. She falls with the most intense and high pitched scream blurring out of her lungs as she hears Alister's laughter echo her surroundings. Her fall is a long one and Alister's laughter is quickly lost in the abyss. The rush of the fall lifts her heart right up to her throat as her screams try to keep the rest of her insides intact. She sees the colors around her spin and twirl, and she is immediately hit with whiplash at the rush of her surroundings.
Gradually, her fall starts to slow, as if time around her were starting to stand still. The fall gradually grows slower and slower, and it causes her screams to lessen. She feels the tickles from the gravity-like free fall slowly fade to a feeling as if she were sinking in jello. The blue/green beaming light around her starts to dim weaker and weaker the lower she falls, and the lower she falls, the darker it becomes. She is able to reside in a more comfortable position as she is now drifting to a gentle float. As the light dims even more, she gently waves her arms around in the air, feeling the weightlessness of her bones. She feels like she is swimming in the air as the darkness starts to overcome her. She thinks that this is what Alice must have felt as she fell into Wonderland.
She then remembers her own experience with falling through holes, and chills at the disturbing memory, thankful that this fall is more forgiving than the last.
It's dark now. Very dark; no light whatsoever. She slowly and safely lands to some sort of ground under her. Her legs are quite weak after her soul-fearing falling experience and this forces her to land on her knees. She is in pitch black darkness, but she doesn't feel threatened. She takes a moment to gather her bearings, and feels around to get to know her surroundings. She feels four walls around her- a relatively small space, but a very tall one as well. 'Well, duh. You just fell from up there, stupid.'
She looks up into the darkness, looking for the blue/green hue that her eyes had lost long ago. Leaning up against one of the walls, she uses her body weight to get up onto her feet. Just as she is able to get her balance, the wall that she had been leaning on suddenly splits in two causing her to fall through inside of more darkness. She squeals as she falls over, once again. Putting two and two together, she comes to the realization that she had been putting her weight on a door and must have opened to a new room, one that is just as dark.
Using her own body to stand, she sees just enough light to see the outline of her hands and body. There is a light source somewhere, but it is very faint, and she will have to do some digging to find it.
"Alister..." She whispers, oh, so, silently for her, so called, friend. She doesn't know where she could be, and doesn't want to risk anything. "...Alister..." her whisper is as quiet as she can make it. "Ooh..." she looks up above her to where she had fallen from. She takes a few small steps forward. "No..." she huffs. "that little gay asshole did NOT just shove me into a hole and leave me behind-" her whispers bite the air. "-oOoh... he is gonna get it-"
Suddenly, as she takes a larger step forward, she hears something. She stops her mental rave at her bartender buddy as she pays more attention to the sudden noise. The light that has been attracting her eyes is a little more visible now, and this time as she continues to talk in the direction her feet take her. She walks a few more steps in the same direction, and the sound is a little more distinct.
...
It's a familiar noise, but a noise she hadn't heard in a long time.
...
Her head slightly tilts to the side as she listens as intently as possible.
...
Her eyes grow wide.
'That's a... Baby crying?'
Her small steps turn into long strides.
The faster she walks the brighter the walls become, and the louder the crying gets. She is in some kind of long elongated corridor. Her strides have turned into leaps as she jogs toward the noise, obsessed by the thought of a baby near by. Is it okay? Is it hurt? Is there a guardian near? She has to know. She just has to. The light, she finally sees, has been coming from torches lining the wall every few meters. She is able to see the cobble stone lining the very, very tall walls. The crying is getting louder and louder. It is driving Sarah mad. She sees a doorway a few meters up and decides to take it. The crying is loud, maybe the child is in that room?
Grasping the trim of the door, she swings her body around to see the room the doorway opens into.
There is a bassinet, with the sound of the baby crying right in the middle of the dimly lit room. There is little to no light, other than the lone chandler that is candle lit above the bassinet. Eyeballing this sight, Sarah can't help but feel like this is a little strange, but the baby doesn't stop crying. She sees the tiny little bed shake at the wails of the child, and can't stand it. Eyeing the bassinet, she takes no time to step through the door.
At this very moment her step causes the whole room it illuminate, almost magically so. It is a large ballroom that seems to be fit for a castle. The walls and columns look to be made of pearl and gold, and the designs and art on them are completely foreign to her senses, yet still obtain a spark of familiarity. She slowly makes her way in, jaw dropping more and more to the floor. The ceiling seems to be endless, with carvings of three-dimensional waves decorating the columns and chandeliers. Slowly spinning to catch every single glimpse of the room before her, her eyes guide her to the walls and the floor as she sees vines sprout from the aged cracks in the floor, and blooms of flowers and smells of plants kiss Sarah's eyes and nose with with senses and colors that she cannot name. The earth under this place is taking a firm grip of its territory, but she can tell that the place is still used and home to whomever resides here.
Turning back around, she sees that she has made it to the middle of the large room. The baby has stopped crying once Sarah had come into sight, or that is what she blankly assumes as she had forgotten about the child, as soon as she had entered the room. She just couldn't help but take in every single inch of the room in wonderment.
Shaking her thoughts away, she looks down to see a little baby girl dressed in all white with tear-stained eyes and a hopeful smile. Sarah gasps as she immediately picks up the baby, and the little girl immediately starts to giggle.
"Ooooh... You poor thing. What is your name?" she asks the baby. She hears a gurgle or two as she looks every which way to see anyone that might be near. "What are you doing here? Where are your parents?" She looks down into the bassinet to find any clues as to who she is or where the parents are. "You're all alone. Who on earth leaves a baby alone in a big room like this?" She grows sad for the child. Sarah cradles the baby as she starts to whimper. The child can't seem to hold in her fear any longer and starts to cry, Sarah trying everything she can to shush and calm her down.
Dazzled with such a strange encounter, she sways back and forth, humming a lovely tune. She looks to the child with a soothing noise, seeing that the child is trying to listen, regardless of her fear.
Sarah continues to try to lull the child with no idea that someone suddenly lurks from behind.
...
They form no sound, but fair quite large compared to her. The shadow of this being traces the walls as they draw nearer and nearer. Sarah is just able to get the baby to coo itself silent once more as this unknown being slowly, yet surely lurk close enough to take a firm and strong hold of her shoulder.
The feeling of a strong hand on her shoulder and the gasp of shock is all that Sarah remembers just before everything goes black with a baby in her arms.
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It's coming guys. The end is almost here. I know that it has been a long journey. BELIEVE ME. There is a lot of family drama going on and I am doing the best I can. I don't want to bore you with details, but let's just say working 70hrs a week for 30hrs of pay isn't great. But you do what you have to do for family, right?
I fucking love my family.
But, boy am I ready to get the HELL away from them!
I wanna cry.
But Imma write instead.
At least I'm gonna try.
(ooh I rhymed)
I.L.C