I like to go here in my sleep. first time writing about it though. I actually have a friend called Samantha but the last name is made up. She is in here so i can maybe make people aware of her suffering... she is my best friend and i am terrified she will commit suicide. i put her in the story to add a bit of magic to her life. cheer up sam.
Loss before losing
The message stalled before sending, even with perfect internet. I had known him for so long, then he had suddenly dissapeared. Away for months... finally he had returned. I had been at joy for the first while; yet my suspicions grew as time passed.
-Joe? Youre scaring me. Where have you been?
The world was slurred and seemed lifting a heavy weight as the clock ticked onwards.
Finally. I almost jumped for joy... yet the message was short, and simple. As if he was rushed.
-I am outside your window. Listen for three taps.
I stared. Quite harassed by the messages... I hardly knew him in the real world. He lived far away in america, why was he here. Was the love of my life a rapist? A pedophile?
-Joe, whats going on.
A sudden thud at my window caused me to jump. My mind immediately began whirring and clicking. Ever since I was a child, I had a rare mental disorder. The name was lost in my limited memory for the time; yet I knew the affects. It made my own thoughts, imagination lose themselves. I am suddenly caught in my own wonder. The world around me becomes unreal... I am delirious and fazed by the snap in my mind.
-Open the window. Let me in. I have much to tell you.
I giggled. Feeling my thoughts crumble. I knew I would, against my screaming concience.
I wandered to the curtains and clenched each corner in burning hands. Scarlet flared my face and I took a deep breath. Seemingly I wasnt all repented then. I whipped the curtains away and tore open the window; eyes firmly closed.
â€œCaitlin? You... you let me in.â€ He sounded surprised; yet his voice was young and warm. I felt my mind click into place and sighed.
â€œIt is you... I thought maybe... Wait. Why are you here? Why did you have to come through my window? Why were you away for so long?â€ My mind bubbled with question apon question; but the withering glance given in answer caused me to lock them away for the time being.
â€œI am here to give you something. If you accept; a choice must be made. One that may destroy or build your life.â€ I watched him with narrowed eyes. This was very new to me. Joe was a simple, sporting young school boy. He had always seemed afraid and cautious of the unknown... seems times had changed; so fast though. I sighed. Adventure was a thing I longed to know... Yet... something wasn't right.
â€œShow me this thing. Show me so I can decifer your wishes.â€ He sighed and tossed me a small leather pouch. I frowned. Suddenly the light shone in my mind. Why did we talk like victorians? We are not old or centuus. I took the pouch in my left hand and felt for its contense. A small rounded black pebble rolled into my palm. It was cold to the touch; like death on the streets of starvation. â€œWhat... What is it?â€
â€œSilt of stars. A rip in the universe. A way home.â€ He walked closer until I could feel his breath upon my face and he held my hands in his own. â€œI know who you are story teller. And its time to come back to where you belong.â€ I stared; eyes glimmering in the starlight that wisped through the open window. A flicker of wind brushed the shock from my mind. He didnt make any sense... but I loved him. And I trusted him.
â€œIm coming.â€ I gripped his hand harder and stared defiently into his eyes.
â€œYou may never be able to come home...â€ suddenly he seemed unsure. Scared.
â€œThen I will take that risk. Life is a bore... I want to go with you.â€ He sighed then nodded.
â€œThe rules say four people can enter. You may take a friend.â€ I gasped then turned my head. But... My... Then it came to me.
â€œI have chosen. May we leave? I grow tired of your babbling.â€ He tilted his head; then nodded slightly.
â€œSamantha Harris.â€ He stopped for a second and eyed me over before clicking three times on his right hand. I raised my eyebrows yet stayed silent and steady.
â€œNow take my hand.â€ I moved my palm for his; then stopped. If I did this... I would neer be able to see family. Friends. No, thats not true. I will have Sammy. She is all that matters. I felt a dampness in my eyelid and sniffed. â€œAre you okay?â€
â€œBetter than ever.â€ our fingers met. All was white. All was new. All was hope.