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02/02/2019 03:43 AM
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"I, uh... got a little lost." -- drabble inspired starter.
"I, uh.. got a little lost."
"Us pooka could predict the future very well for others, but we could never predict what's in store for ourselves. Life is a surprise to us, every little thing that pops into our existence is new and exciting. But, there is always an end. Everything has an end, doesn't it then? Animals and humans grow old, stars explode, flowers wither away and die....
Sometimes things happen slowly and at the right time, and sometimes things happen much too fast and much too early, but everything ends. Even stories. Whether it's a good ending or a bad ending, well, that's really up to fate, now isn't it?
And here is where it gets hard. The times they change, the people come and go, but here I am, just the same as the very day that I bloomed out of my flower. Untouched by the hands of time, physically at least. Mentally, I've been through many things. Just a glimpse into my eyes and you would see so many, many things. Look deeper and you might even find the cold dark recesses of my mind, the ones full of the loneliness and sorrow that was brought upon by loves and friendships lost, broken hearts and faces that I feel like I could never forget.
It's a wonderful thought, being able to live forever, it is. And it's wonderful to do so, yes! I'd be lying if I said otherwise, but it does get rather lonely after a while. And loneliness sometimes gets you thinking. Makes you feel tired and empty. Makes you wish for an end.
Death.
How would it feel like? How would it feel like to finally close my eyes and drift away into an everlasting dream? To just run out of energy. To just simply fade out...
If only I knew when my end would come. When my watch would stop ticking. Where I would finally meet the edge of the world and jump.
It's why I live everyday as if it were my very last, because honestly, it might as well could be for all I know! When I'm gone, I will regret nothing. When my time comes, I will smile, for in my heart I know that on the other side there will be new adventures awaiting me.
Do not mourn me, but be merry knowing that I have truly been set free. And I will never be truly gone. I will exist all around you. In your memories. I will live forever."
~*~
Tansy stirred and furrowed her brows, before her eyes slowly fluttered open. She was laying on the ground, it seemed. The ground. The ground. There was a burning bright light attacking her vision at the moment, it was blurring and made it hard to focus on her surroundings. Had she been asleep? She must've. Strange, she hadn't noticed herself falling asleep. The last thing she remembered was laying in a field full of flowers, there was a river nearby... yes... a river, she remembers the sound of rushing water and the warm summer breeze that kissed her skin. Was it daylight now? It was night time, the last time she checked. No, but she wasn't in the field of flowers now, not anymore. And the light above her was artificial. A light bulb. There were several, now that she noticed a little better. They lined along a very long corridor that wind and twisted in odd ways. The floor was hard beneath her, uncomfortable to be laying on really. Was she here all this time? Was she dreaming about being in the flowers? Or was she in the flowers, dreaming about being here? Tansy pushed herself to her feet finally and dusted her soft pink dress, there was dirt on it. Wet earth. Her feet were bare and also had dirt on them. She dug into her dress pocket and pulled out her pocket watch, but oddly enough it had stopped ticking. Tansy tapped it with her finger and gave it a shake, but it refused to start up. This was rather strange, even for Tansy's standards. Did she teleport here by accident?
Well, it wouldn't be helping her if she stood around and asked herself all these questions. The only way to find out was to venture. Putting away her watch, she stepped forward. She was cautious, yet very curious, and well, curiosity did always get the best of her. She wouldn't be having so many adventures if she didn't allow that to happen! Tansy slowly made her way down the long and dimly lit corridor. It was adorned with doors and windows at every side, yet every door she reached for seemed to be locked. The windows, however, were a different story. She pulled the shades up from one of them and sent it rolling upwards, but her eyes were immediately focused on the rotting skeletal face that wailed and moaned before her eyes. Tansy's eyes widened and she squeaked, taking a step backwards and bumping into another window behind her, sending that one's shades to flicker open as well. She panicked then. She had seen many a strange creature in her life, but nothing as ghastly as whatever those things were floating around in the empty dark space. The look on their faces...the feeling they gave her. Pure and raw sorrow. Melancholy. A wailing that made her sick to her stomach and caused a shiver to course up her spine (and that's saying something because she has met herself some banshees in her life time!)
This was a nightmare! That's it. A horrible, horrible nightmare, and all she needed to do was stay calm and find a way out of it. She knew she should've stayed away from eating those blackberries before laying down. They always gave her nightmares. But, if one could come into a nightmare, then one could definitely find an exit. That exit had to be somewhere. Tansy would find it. Yes, she would. And then this would all be over. She would wake up, safe and sound surrounded by flowers and dirt.
From where she stood now, she noticed that there was another connection to the dimly lit hallway. However, this was was dark and the only light that shone inside of it was the light from the side of the hallway that she was standing in at the moment. Tansy bravely walked towards the darker hallway, and in the dim lighting, she could make out hands jutting out from either sides of the wall. Hands. Multiple hands that seemed to reach out and grab at nothing. Tansy moved forward, walking inside and slipping through the hands that reached out to grab at her dress and her person. She was afraid, yet her bravery overpowered. And her need to know overpowered even more. Usually, in a nightmare, the scariest and darkest places, were the places that held the escape route. If you avoided them because they were too scary, you'd be entrapped forever. Or for a very long time, at least.
"Hey!" A voice called from behind her when she was just halfway through the dark corridor, and Tansy turned to face in the direction of the voice. It was a man, he was much shorter than her, dressed sharply in a suit. Was he a fae creature of some kind that her mind had created within this nightmare? Was he here to show her the way out?
"Hello!" Tansy waved at him, running out of the corridor and waiting for him just outside of it. The hands seemed to have gripped at her tighter as she made her way out. As if they didn't want her to go. As if they wanted her to stay there with them. As if they craved her touch. Needed it. Perhaps they were trying to tell her something? If only they had mouths. She smiled wide at the tiny man, yet he didn't seem to be very amused by her. Very serious. Serious, serious. Tansy's smile faded away when he finally reached her and stared up at her with a furrowed brow.
"What are you doing here?! You should be at the office filing papers! You can't just up and have breaks whenever you feel like, Ingrith." The little man scolded Tansy.
"Ingrith?" Tansy's face screwed-up into a look of confusion. Ingrith. Why did this name seem so foreign to her, yet it felt as something she knew all her life at the same time?
"Yes, your name, Ingrith! Did you fall and bump your head, girl? And when did you have time to change? There's something different about you... and what happened to your..." He asked halfway, but didn't really finish his sentence.
Tansy opened her mouth to speak again, but was immediately cut off by the tiny man.
"Nevermind! Come with me!" He grabbed her by the hand then and dragged her back up the twisting corridor.
Tansy was so, very, very confused then. "Ingrith..." She whispered again. Such a very familiar name. The pooka was too lost in her own perplexing thoughts that she didn't bother to really correct him on calling her the wrong name. It didn't seem wrong, however. It seemed right, but Tansy couldn't really figure out why.
"Excuse me? What were you going to ask me before? What happened to my... what...?" She asked the tiny man still holding her hand.
They stood in a room stacked with papers a mile high now - it was behind one of the doors she surely couldn't open earlier. How come it had opened for him? If this was her nightmare, how come things were working for others and not for her? Yet, that's how nightmares worked, really. If everything worked in her favor, then it wouldn't be a nightmare at all. It would be a dream. Tansy watched as some of the sheets of paper fluttered about in the wind, and people scurried about balancing stacks of them back and forth. The room had metal cabinets as far as the eye could see, and it seemed that they were categorized numerically, at least, it was what Tansy assumed, from just observing the cabinet that she was standing by at the moment.
1,2, 3 - from top to bottom.
The tiny man released her hand now and looked up at her, ready to open his mouth and speak, before someone approached him with a stack of paper up to their faces. From what Tansy could see, she had a bloodstain in the front of her dress. The stain was coming from her stomach. From what Tansy could hear, she was a girl. A young one. Her dress was very pretty. Olive green and light brown. Like a medieval village girl.
Why did the dress seem so familiar to her? Why did the presence that lingered behind the stack of paper make her suddenly take a step back and hold her breath?
"Excuse me, sir. I can't really reach the cabinet for these files. Can you help me grab a ladder? My hands are sort of full." She softly giggled and Tansy frowned. The voice wasn't familiar to her at all. None of that. But, it made her feel suddenly uneasy.
The tiny man spoke again, "Yes, Ingrith give me one second, can't you see I'm b-" And then he paused, his brows furrowed and his eyes widened. "But how...?"
That's when the mysterious girl behind the stack of papers peeked out from the side. There she was. She was Tansy. Or, better worded, Tansy was her.
"Are you okay, sir?" She asked, as he turned around to look for the other Ingrith, but she was no longer there.
"I... you were... huh? Am I going mad?" He asked himself.
Oh, but he wasn't. But, how could this make sense? This girl was dead. Tansy watched her die! Tansy watched her plunge the dagger into her very own belly and tumble down into the watery depths of the river below. How could she be here? Ingrith. That was her name. It was the first time Tansy had ever heard it. The girl who's face she stole. No, but this face didn't belong to an Ingrith anymore. She no longer existed.
It was a nightmare! Her ghost was back to torment her! But how could she know? And after so many years! Why now? Did she want her face back? Was that it? Because Tansy refused to give it back. It was hers! This girl didn't want it. She didn't want it at all. She gave it all up the day she took her life. She didn't appreciate its beauty when she had it. Not like Tansy has. It belonged to Tansy now, and she couldn't have it back! Not ever.
Confusion, anger, fear. It was all hitting the small pooka all at once. She needed answers! She needed to get out of this place! Her eyes closed tightly, her back pressed against one of the metal cabinets. She wished, she wished, she wished, so hard to be elsewhere.
"Wake up, wake up, wake up...." She whispered to herself over and over and over again.
And then a deep male voice caught her ear. "Well, what do we have here? New meat? Seems like it. I can tell a newbie when I sees one."
Tansy opened her eyes. She wasn't back between the flowers. But, she wasn't in the lonely corridor, or the cabinet room with all those papers, or the corridor of hands. In fact, she had no idea where she was now. She only knew that there was a brick wall against her back, and a towering figure standing much too close to her. A man. A brute.
Tansy's eyes traveled up his body until she reached his face; dark circles around his eyes, pallid skin, nearly sickly looking. If Tansy didn't know any better, she would've guessed that he was ill. However, he wasn't acting very ill. She pressed herself to the wall even more, only making the man move closer into her.
"So how'd you get here, little lady?" He asked.
"I, uh... got a little lost." Tansy responded.
"Lost, eh? I can help you with that." He added, lifting a hand to caress her shoulder.
Swiftly, Tansy made a move and slipped out from under his arm. "That would be lovely, if you did." She responded, forcing a grin onto her face in order to not seem so shaken by the entire situation. She had noticed now, that blood was dripping from the tips of his fingers and they had left a trail of it against the shoulder he had touched. "Or, wow! On second thought, I think I can help myself then..." She spoke again, but just when she was about ready to turn on her heels, the man had reached for her arm, tightly grabbing it and yanking her roughly towards him.
"I didn't say I was done with you yet." He spoke.
Tansy rose her brows at him, flashing him a defiant look. "I would let go of me if I wear you." She warned, but he simply chuckled and rose a brow, gripping her even tighter, causing her to hiss.
"Or what?" He asked.
Tansy glared, then flashed him a mischievous little smirk. "Well, if you really must know..." and with those words, her teeth were clamping down on the side of his arm so hard that she felt them break the skin. He yelled loudly and shook her off, not without her taking a chunk of his flesh along with her. Gross, he tasted funny. She spat it out and stared at him with a bloodied grin; puffing her chest out triumphantly, until, of course, he angrily called her a bitch and lunged at her. Then Tansy took that as a sign that she should be running and leaving the bragging for some other time.
She ran away then, as quickly as her feet could take her. But, where was she running to? Did it really matter? He was behind her, she was faster. She could lose him. She knew she could. Where was she? A street. A road. Cobblestones were beneath her feet. They were cold and hard. There were street lamps, but they were dim. The sky. The sky was.... green? Yes. The sky was green with swirls of purple smoke mixed together. Very odd. Very pretty, actually. Oh, but now her mind was getting distracted! She had to find safety. She could admire the sky later, possibly.
A place to hide! There it was. An alleyway to her left. Dark. She would hide in there and he'd never find her.
Tansy ran into the alleyway and pressed her back to the wall. Her eyes peered through the darkness and listened closely to the incoming footsteps. He was getting closer, and closer, and closer.... and then.... he was passed her. Fading away, and away, and away... until she could no longer hear him. She lost him! Yes! But then... he seemed like he knew something about this place that she didn't exactly know herself. Disappointing. He would've been lovely help, but he turned out to be the opposite. Now, all he did was get her even more lost and give her even more questions to ask herself. He also managed to stain her pretty little dress with blood and leave bruises and blood on her right arm. She wouldn't count the blood in her mouth, because, well, that was her own fault and he was asking for it. Tansy huffed and thinned her lips. Her brows knitted.
"New meat? Whatever did he mean by that?" She mused out loud to herself. "I certainly am not meat. How rude. Nightmares have no manners."
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