Is this my second chapter for the month. If it is, congrats for me. I just keep thinking about this story and how it's going to play out, so I had to update. Going to go see the Jungle Book today. I hope it meets expectations, I hope this meets your expectations. Enjoy.
I guess my place has always been deserts; deserts are most likely where you'll be alone, for there is no one in miles. It's where I found myself heading after I'd been exposed, the Sahara. I landed in the sand with a boom, sand flying everywhere. I then threw giant clumps of sand in the air with my invisible giant hands, shooting them with my arrows, causing more explosions of sand. I then pulled out my sword and jammed it in the ground, causing a giant wave of sand to erupt around. I did all of this whilst screaming in despair.
After my rage fit, I collapsed with face in the sand. I pounded my fists into the ground a few times, and then all my rage escaped me. I changed from red to blue, except for my hair, which turned back to brown. I sobbed into the sand, as my illusion of rain came. My illusion was huge that time, filling the entire sky.
As I cried, the sand beneath me turned blue, and then it looked like I was doing the dead-man's float in a sea of tears. The illusion in the sky changed from a downpour to a storm. At that moment I didn't care what Mother Nature would harp on about. I didn't think anyone was in the desert, and I wanted to cry. Mini-me appeared on my back.
"Sea of tears; never seen you do that one before."
"Well I feel so miserable," I said muffled.
"I can't understand you if you're talking into water like that." I pulled up my head and spat out some sand. I made a boat for me to sit in.
"You must be a wreck," said Mini-me. "You don't even like boats."
"I don't care," I said wiping some tears from my eyes. "My greatest fears have come to fruition. I'm all alone now with no one beside me. All that's left for me is to wallow in my sea of tears and self-pity." I then curled up into the fetal position in the point and continued to sob. Looking back on that, I realize that was sad, and by sad I mean pathetic; Mini-me thought so as well, of course she is my inner thoughts.
"Come on, Ema, you can't let this get you down. This exactly what Pitch wants from you and you can't give him what he wants. I want to go fishing." I snapped my fingers three times and poofed Mini-me up some fishing supplies, a coat for the storm and fish to fish for.
"You should follow my example," said Mini-me, throwing in her line. "Fish for your solution."
"I can't seem to find one."
"Well, I've got a whopper."
"Solution or fish," I said perking my head up.
"Fish," said Mini-me, struggling with all her might to reel the fish in. With one final jerk she pulled up a huge fish in comparison to her. "See," she said. "If I can get a fish like this, surely you can come with something. You have before."
"Lies, all of it, all of my life is a lie. I don't deserve anything or anyone. I'm despicable."
"Stop it," said Mini-me. "You're so annoying, and I have to eat this entire fish myself, unless you want some."
"I'll pass," I said glumly, lying back in the boat.
"Then at least poof up some relatives for me to eat this with," she said while cooking the fish on spit and flame. I snapped my fingers again twice and a whole bunch of different Mini-Mes showed up and a table to eat at.
"I don't get how you can be so calm about his," I told her. "My life's pretty much ruined and here having a fish dinner with fake relatives."
"I'm your inner thoughts," said Mini-me. "Deep down you are thinking you're overreacting and you know this is something you need to get over. You think your problems are bad, all we're eating is fish, unless you…" I snapped my fingers again and different types of food groups appeared on the table.
"You're the best Ema," said Mini-me. She then sat down to eat with her fake family.
"At least my illusions still like me," I said. Of course, there was the fact she just wanted something from me, I gave it to her and in the spur of the moment, she said something she didn't mean. I went back to sulking. The Mini-Mes finished eating and Mini-me said farewell to her fake family as the other illusions disappeared.
"And you're still sulking," said Mini-me exasperated. "I'm going to have to live with this am I." She groaned. "This is so annoying. Right now, you need a therapist and I'm not making any progress."
"What I need is a friend, because I don't have any anymore. I guess that will make you happy Mini-me. I know you've never really liked Jack ever since he took your place as my friend. I know that's the real reason we're not friends anymore; you were annoyed with me for replacing you. Well congratulations, the spot's free now!" I cried harder, and the thunder and lightning in my storm shook seemed to shake the sky.
"Look," she said to me. "You think the reason I'm like this is because I'm hung up on that. The reason I'm like this is because you are impossible to deal with. You're everywhere, all over the place; you can't even pull yourself together when you need to."
"I don't need to right now."
"Yes you do, you should go talk to Jack, sort things out or you'll become more pathetic than you already are."
"Jack doesn't want to talk to me."
"Maybe he doesn't, but you need to try to fix your situation instead of letting it crumple around you. You need to find a way to back on your feet, Ema." As she said that, I thought I heard something.
"What," I perked up.
"I said-," said Mini-me.
"No, I heard something."
"I didn't hear anything." I listened for it again. It was very faint, as if it was far away; but if I could hear it, that had to mean something.
"I can't anything through this storm," I said frustrated. Growing in frustration as the storm went on, trying to listen for what I heard. "ENOUGH!" All of my illusions disappeared and we were back in the blazing hot Sahara desert.
"Huh," said Mini-me. "I forgot we were in the Sahara. You've outdone yourself."
"Shush," I said listening for it again. I heard it again, still as faint as ever. I could take a good guess of what it was.
"It's my memories; they're calling to me. It's very faint, they're far away, but I can find them." I was starting to perk up; I was no longer blue.
"I don't think it's a good idea," said Mini-me. "How are you even going to find them?"
I thumped on my ear like I had water log and out the other ear came a Butterfly.
"This butterfly," I said catching it. "Is made of a rare memory I have of butterflies. It should be able to find the other memories I can't remember."
"Ema," said Mini-me running in front of me; I nearly stepped on her.
"I can't talk to you when you're like this," I said. Using the hand that wasn't holding the butterfly, I grew her to my size. "What?" I asked annoyed.
"Pitch has your memories, you shouldn't go after them. You'd be flying right into a trap, and then what's going to happen to me?"
"I don't care anymore Mini-me! These memories are the only thing I have left in my life." I looked at the two fingers where Baby tooth gave me the power to open my memories, should I ever find them. I clenched that hand into a fist.
"Ema, I can't let you do this," said Mini-me.
"You know what, fine!" I said ever so annoyed. "Just stay here and that's an order!"
"What?" said Mini-me dumb-founded.
"I don't need you nagging at me the entire trip, so don't even think about poofing back in my head. If you do, I'll destroy you, and that's final!" She looked shocked after that. I released the butterfly, and helped it into the air. I followed it, after turning to Mini-me and saying to her coldly, "Don't you dare, try anything." She stood there in shock. I continued following the Butterfly, urging it to fly faster. I was going to get my memories back.
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