Disenchanted
Burned
"Hero! Hero! Get out of there!" The sound of my mother screaming at me woke me up. The room around me was hot. I hardly opened my eyes before I heard her terrified, piercing shriek. My eyes popped open.
Unable to fully comprehend what was going on, I jumped out of my bed. My mother just sat there screaming at me to hurry. I stood up, and suddenly, my ears opened. I don't know how I missed the wretched crackling of the blazing fire. It blazed at my ankles and back. My cheeks burned and any sleepy-headed sense I had at first, was thrown out of the window. Anything I could think of I grabbed and threw into a bag that used to have some heart medicine inside of it. I threw out all, but one bottle for safe keeping.
I looked at my mother, registering the fear in her eyes, reached out my arm, and grabbed hers, sending that terrible panic up my arm and through my body like a bolt of cold lightning.
Then we took off. We ran and ran. My breath was surprisingly steady for the first two miles, then I was done. I couldn't go any further. I turned around, my hand balled in a fist, and she wasn't there. I didn't realize that I let her hand go until it was too late. Somewhere along the way, I lost her. Would I ever find her again? Where was she? Mom?
Where was she? After searching a half a mile radius of my original destination, I gave up. Deciding that the long trek home would best be taken now, before I passed out from exhaustion and thirst. I arrived at the tent 20 minutes later. I had set it up out of my old clothes and a few pipes from the outskirts of town. It was cold tonight, but I still felt the heat on my cheeks. My mother's hand inside of mine. The fear that raced up my arm, when she touched me. I died a little inside just then thinking about her. Where she could be right then.
If I looked far enough, I could still city Battery City burning in a great mountain of fire that lit up the sky.
I sighed and laid my head down on the sandy, desert ground. I dared not start a fire not after what just happened. I don't want to get burned again. I looked at my feet noting the skin that was no longer there. My back was still burning, too, but more like a flesh wound burn than the blazing heat of the fire. No. I wouldn't dare start a fire. The warmth of my cheeks would be okay for tonight. Not that anything else was.
I sat there looking at the lit sky, pulled my mother's trench coat over me, and laid my head down on the sweater pillow.
Eventually, a terrible calm took over me. I hated it. I knew I was tired -- so tired-- , but now wasn't the time to sleep. I had Mom to worry about. I had tomorrow to worry about. I had living to worry about. And none of it worried me. Not like it should have, anyway.
Then the lead filled my eyes, and I couldn't help but close them. I had to. The eye-lead. My arms wouldn't move, anyway. Or my legs either. The eye-lead. The eye-le..
This dream. It was so bleak. So white. As if it was all censored. Color... was censored out of this world. I started to walk. Looking up was white. Down- white. To my left- white. To my right- No. There were two people standing there- looking at me. One of them, my mother, had collapsed onto the invisible floor, sobbing and looking at me with the saddest eyes. I tried to run to her, hoping to help, but my feet wouldn't move.
I stopped, looking at her, so despondent and alone,and I couldn't help her. But... she wasn't alone. Another figure was with her. He had chin-length, firetruck-red hair. He looked at her sadly, and then at me. He gave her food and stepped back, when her sobbing got louder. Then he looked at me again. I hated that gaze. Taking 2 steps, he crossed a 4 meter gap between us. How the?
He reached his hand out to me, entreating me to come along. Who was the mysterious person? His face was hidden under a yellow, black, and blue mask. I felt unsure. After a time though, I grabbed hold of it, and suddenly the white-washed world wasn't so white.The dreary, blanched walls were now covered by blue and orange, red and green, yellow and purple. The censorship was gone, and it was wonderful, but out of shear shock, I let go. He smiled at me and took a step back to my mother. I sighed and then felt a sharp pain shoot up my arm like a bolt of lightning that shook my whole body.
I opened my eyes and saw death for the first time. A woman with bleach-blonde hair was on the ground next to me, but her gun had recently been fired off, and I supposed that was at me, because someone else got to her before she got me. I looked above my tent, searching for my saviour, but whoever he or she was, they were gone.
I laid back down on the sweater pillow and started to cry.
Unable to fully comprehend what was going on, I jumped out of my bed. My mother just sat there screaming at me to hurry. I stood up, and suddenly, my ears opened. I don't know how I missed the wretched crackling of the blazing fire. It blazed at my ankles and back. My cheeks burned and any sleepy-headed sense I had at first, was thrown out of the window. Anything I could think of I grabbed and threw into a bag that used to have some heart medicine inside of it. I threw out all, but one bottle for safe keeping.
I looked at my mother, registering the fear in her eyes, reached out my arm, and grabbed hers, sending that terrible panic up my arm and through my body like a bolt of cold lightning.
Then we took off. We ran and ran. My breath was surprisingly steady for the first two miles, then I was done. I couldn't go any further. I turned around, my hand balled in a fist, and she wasn't there. I didn't realize that I let her hand go until it was too late. Somewhere along the way, I lost her. Would I ever find her again? Where was she? Mom?
Where was she? After searching a half a mile radius of my original destination, I gave up. Deciding that the long trek home would best be taken now, before I passed out from exhaustion and thirst. I arrived at the tent 20 minutes later. I had set it up out of my old clothes and a few pipes from the outskirts of town. It was cold tonight, but I still felt the heat on my cheeks. My mother's hand inside of mine. The fear that raced up my arm, when she touched me. I died a little inside just then thinking about her. Where she could be right then.
If I looked far enough, I could still city Battery City burning in a great mountain of fire that lit up the sky.
I sighed and laid my head down on the sandy, desert ground. I dared not start a fire not after what just happened. I don't want to get burned again. I looked at my feet noting the skin that was no longer there. My back was still burning, too, but more like a flesh wound burn than the blazing heat of the fire. No. I wouldn't dare start a fire. The warmth of my cheeks would be okay for tonight. Not that anything else was.
I sat there looking at the lit sky, pulled my mother's trench coat over me, and laid my head down on the sweater pillow.
Eventually, a terrible calm took over me. I hated it. I knew I was tired -- so tired-- , but now wasn't the time to sleep. I had Mom to worry about. I had tomorrow to worry about. I had living to worry about. And none of it worried me. Not like it should have, anyway.
Then the lead filled my eyes, and I couldn't help but close them. I had to. The eye-lead. My arms wouldn't move, anyway. Or my legs either. The eye-lead. The eye-le..
This dream. It was so bleak. So white. As if it was all censored. Color... was censored out of this world. I started to walk. Looking up was white. Down- white. To my left- white. To my right- No. There were two people standing there- looking at me. One of them, my mother, had collapsed onto the invisible floor, sobbing and looking at me with the saddest eyes. I tried to run to her, hoping to help, but my feet wouldn't move.
I stopped, looking at her, so despondent and alone,and I couldn't help her. But... she wasn't alone. Another figure was with her. He had chin-length, firetruck-red hair. He looked at her sadly, and then at me. He gave her food and stepped back, when her sobbing got louder. Then he looked at me again. I hated that gaze. Taking 2 steps, he crossed a 4 meter gap between us. How the?
He reached his hand out to me, entreating me to come along. Who was the mysterious person? His face was hidden under a yellow, black, and blue mask. I felt unsure. After a time though, I grabbed hold of it, and suddenly the white-washed world wasn't so white.The dreary, blanched walls were now covered by blue and orange, red and green, yellow and purple. The censorship was gone, and it was wonderful, but out of shear shock, I let go. He smiled at me and took a step back to my mother. I sighed and then felt a sharp pain shoot up my arm like a bolt of lightning that shook my whole body.
I opened my eyes and saw death for the first time. A woman with bleach-blonde hair was on the ground next to me, but her gun had recently been fired off, and I supposed that was at me, because someone else got to her before she got me. I looked above my tent, searching for my saviour, but whoever he or she was, they were gone.
I laid back down on the sweater pillow and started to cry.
Notes
Readers,Okay, new story. Excited. Can't think. I need comments to keep going quickly. Just one, please. Okay, anyway, love ya'll,
ChemicalWhovian
10/3/13