I follow them around. For every wish I gift them One tear may fall from the clouds. It rains and rains on their land, making their soil rich and fertile. Their farms flourish and thrive.
I wait for my rainy day. When all my wishes are granted. When my crops and fields become fertile. I water everyone else’s fields while mine are dry and lifeless. If wishes fell like raindrops, then certainly I am the storm.
As I walk along the path of life I can barely see. A cloud corrupting my vision. The cloud of happiness, brightness, and honesty is corrupting my mind. One day a strong wind blows me down. It strikes me to the ground and before I realize my cloud has vanished. I can see everything for it’s truth. The cloud was blocking this world away from my eyes for a reason; Protection. It didn’t want to reveal the true state of this world to me but I am deceived no more. I can see the liars, the cheats, the criminals that corrupt this world. Now I suddenly wish the cloud remained over my eyes. Then I wouldn’t have to live in a dark, solemn, and deceitful world any longer. I grieve for the cloud whilst I also realize that my deceived eyes couldn’t grow strong knowing the truth. Now that I am awakened, I may grow stronger than the wind that showed me this world.
The house across the street is always dark. It is a small house. It seems as though it is hiding from all others. The backyard is concealed with trash and wood. But everyone knows that there is one because of the howls. Every night the dog goes crazy. The dog will howl and howl until day. Even in the winter the dog still howls. But in the daytime it is as if the dog vanishes. The house has a small door that is always open. No one goes near or tries to get a better look. The main room is exposed by a wall completely of glass. We see a dinning room never occupied at daytime. Sometime if you try to, you can see into their kitchen. The kitchen is dark and empty. The tile on the floor cracked and the light always off or very dim. At night the house comes alive. People fill the main room and the whole house is lit up. They enjoy a family dinner. Then after they talk for hours and hours. There are young boys and a mother and a father. They rarely come out but when they do no one notices.
March 1st
My love had left me. I sit alone in the dark and wonder “what have I done?”
March 2nd
I try to think “I am free without them. They stopped me from enjoying life.” But I know I do not believe this.
March 3rd
I can’t stop thinking of them. Everything sad, happy, sweet, deceitful, all reminds me of them.
March 4th
I miss their warmth but also loath their voice. I am angry at their betrayal. They left me with no hope or smile.
March 5th
Spring is coming. The world changes and so will I. I will be a happier, sweeter, more optimistic version of myself.
March 6th
They are merely a bad memory in which I will hide in the back of my brain forever. I do not need to tie myself to them or what they have done to me. I will be free of them for once and all.
March 7th
I run free. The wind in my hair. The wind whispering my name. I run farther and farther until I forget of my troubles.
March 8th
I have already forgotten their voice. I have never felt more immortal. I could run for days and never grow tired. And I will. I will leave this place of nightmares and bad memories. This place of betrayal and neglect. I will leave and find a place of freedom, happiness, myself.
I have to let go It slips through my fingers like a feather in the wind. The more I hold it the more it kills me. It scrapes at my heart like a provoked cat. As soon as it escapes my grip it stops. It glares at me with eyes of mischievous deceit. Making all that harder to let go,I stare back with eyes of submission, pain, and grief. I start to fall. I fall and fall and fall until I become numb. I feel nothing. I have let go.
My mother walks in and I panic. Then she sees it. She freezes, terrified. I say sheepishly “I can explain…” it’s too late. She lunges at me like a wolf lunges at a deer. She grabs at my hair and pinch’s my skin. She screams “How could you?! Why?!” I struggle to fight back. I mean, this is my mother. I could never hurt her. Family relation doesn’t seem to be stopping her from attacking me though. She finally tires down. By then I am bleeding, sobbing, and my head throbbing though my skull. She runs to the kitchen and I follow. The whole time I am screaming “Wait! No mom please, I can explain!” Then I see why she ran to the kitchen. She grabs a steak knife and clutches it in her fist. I panic and sprint for the door. I am screaming for my life but no one seems to hear me. I have no idea what to do. “I just need to get out of the house and then I will be safe.” I think to myself. I get to the door but it won’t open. I look through the peephole frantically to see if something is blocking it. My mother is running after me; the door is locked and I can’t unlock it. I see in the peephole that my dad just arrived. I am relieved and start screaming for help. He doesn’t respond so I scream louder. He can’t hear and I bang on the door but he doesn’t notice. My mother is gaining on me. Why isn’t my dad letting me out?! I look through the peephole again and see that he is fumbling with his keys. “HURRY UP DAD!” He looks away from his keys to pick up a call. My mother is 2 feet away now. I am doomed. I scream one last time “Hurry Dad!” Then I feel a sharp pain in my back and immediately fall to the ground. I can’t see anything and I am very cold. “Am I dying?” Then it all goes black.
My world is dark, loud, chaotic, and cruel. It slashes at me without hesitation or mercy. I cry and cry. Then I close my eyes. A new world greets me with open arms. It comforts me. I am in a forest. It is silent and calming. This forest is the only place I want to be. I can hear the trees swaying with the cool wind. I feel the tall grass brushing against my legs. The silence sings me a song of comfort and healing. I try to savor it with every second I have left. Then I have to open my eyes. The world of my dreams evaporates and I am left alone in the world that never stops. It circles me and circles me until I succumb to its chaotic dance. I long for the forest. I close my eyes again but all I see is darkness. Farewell to the forest of my daydreams. I shall grieve for you with every fiber of my being.
I was devastated when Grace sent me the text saying “we’re done.” I begged and pleaded for another chance, but was always denied. I gave up. I stopped showering, watering my plants, and I didn’t go to work for a week. When I finally started going back to work I barely got anything done. Then on the 4th day back I saw the fortune tellers phone number on the community bathroom stall. The office I work in is also used by a public service office so this number could’ve come from anyone. I knew I shouldn’t have called it but maybe this was all I needed. Maybe this would give me the hope of having a happy ever after with Grace. As soon as I called I regretted it.
The voice that picked up was slow, deep, scratchy, and was obviously from an elderly woman. She answered slowly “hello?! What do you want?!” It startled me and I considered hanging up. I hesitated but eventually answered “hello? Do you do fortunes?” She answered quick and loud, “yes, why, do you want one?” “Yes I do” I answered timidly. She continued to explain the rules about the fortunes she reads. She said “First, the fortunes are not 100% accurate. Second, the way a customer acts upon their fortune may effect the the turn out of their future.” She told me that if I wanted my fortune read then I had to meet her next to the creek downtown at the abandoned glass factory. I immediately left work to meet her. “Amber where are you going?!” Yelled my colleague after me. I ignored it and kept running. The only thing going through my mind was my happy ever after with Grace. She would come back to me and realize how much she missed me. She would stay with me forever and help my life come back together again.
I ran to my car and as soon as I got in my car I remembered. A week ago a man went missing at the old glass factory. And 2 months ago a woman in her 30’s went missing there and when the police investigated it was completely empty. I suddenly started reconsidering meeting her there. “Will I be next?! Did they go missing after meeting with her too?! Is it just a coincidence?!” Then I was reminded of Grace because our song came on the radio. I decided “I HAVE to know if I end up with Grace.” I ignored the missing persons cases bang on the door to my brain, trying to persuade me not to go. I didn’t stop once to think on the way there.
As soon as I got to the abandoned factory I regretted coming. It was becoming dark out and it was very windy. There was litter all over the ground around the factory. I slowly approach it. Trying to only think about Grace. When I finally find a way in I have to climb through a hole in the wall on the side of the factory. I slide in and immediately hear the voice from the phone whispering “oh no, she’s here. HIDE!” I can’t see her because it’s so dark so I to try to follow the noise.I can hear scurrying all around me. I am petrified and I freeze. I hear a match lit and then a small figure with a candle enters the room I am in. I am relieved because of the light until I see what’s holding it.
It took a second for my eyes to adjust to the light but then I notice it. A young boy covered in blood is approaching me. I freeze but then realize I need to run. I sprint anywhere but the near the boy. I hear the candle hit the floor and I freeze. I slowly try to find a way out.
I’ve done it! I found a door outside. I open the door and see that it is bright out. “Wasn’t it just night time? How long have I been here?” As soon as turn to face the factory it is gone. The boy appears faster than I could blink. He slowly approach’s me as I sprint towards my car. I can’t find it. “Wait, where is my car? Where am I? This isn’t where I went to meet the old lady!” The boy says “your fortune is death” and then I blackout. I don’t feel anything except mortality
