It’s
closing in on me like a waterfall of black sticky ink. Every time I get rid of
the ink theirs is even more…ink. All over my body crawling up into my mouth
down into my lungs; suffocating me. Bringing the other me out.
Besides01:
“When winter comes we all shiver in
our nothingness for we are nothing and nothing is all we will ever be. The lord
protects us; he binds us to our fate. You will take your role here at Andica
out of Sir Binder’s top hat, and you will live with that role forever.” Said
the old man of gray as he paced back and forth.
The less then lively group he
addressed stared up at him, as though he owned them, there harts and souls
belonged to the pastor and no one else. They lifted a piece of paper from
inside a silver top hat, not even looking to see what role they where now to
perform for the rest of there lives. They filed out of the room with the same
sad facieses the had entered with.
“Can you see the shackles around
there ankles? The jump suits?”
“I already told you Neon! There are
no shackles, no suits, just a group of normal people going home from Sir
Binder’s mass.”
“You are blind Sandka. Your name has
And just like the chapel. Your one of them!”
Sandka frowned at the remark
turning his bright young face evil with rage. Neon looked down at the ground in
gilt. The feeling sweped over her as the dark ink of the soul sunk deep into
her. I am worthless, a failure. Why does
it hurt? My chest! Neon fell to the ground, tumbling from the grate height
of the metallic fence that bordered the Andica property. Sandka had been saying
something but Neon couldn’t here, she couldn’t understand. No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No!
No! No!-
“Your
words are poison!” she screamed as he continued to speak angrily.
“You’re a fool who plays with fire
Neon!” said Sandka as he jumped down from the fence.
“I’m sorry…” she whimpered. Sandka grabbed
a hold of her arm and hoisted her to her feet. She looked at him, into him.
Am
I…the-“You tricked me!” she said realizing his false anger. Sandka chucked.
“You where the one who said it.”
Neon found.
“The ink almost got me…then the
other would appear.” Sandka rolled his eyes.
“There is no other. You are you.”
He said with a more than skeptical tone.
Neon shrugged and looked to the
ground once more. His presence frightened her, he could feel the warmth of his
body…and his sent. She couldn’t help but stand down wind of him for she could
smell him in the air. It wasn’t the type of smell that one could simply
describe, it simply was: him. No other person smelled like he did and Neon
couldn’t resist the smell. They stood together in an uncomfterble silence as
the last of Sir Binder’s people filed out of the chapel building. He stood a
fue inches taller than her at around five feet ten inches. He had long blond
hair which on this particularly windy day, stayed tyed up in a pony tail.
Neon scratched her head in an
attempt to tame it’s raging messysess. Her hair was a big poof on the top of
her head that stayed completely rogue no matter the effort set forth to tame
it. She was particularly skinny for her height, like some famine had prevented
her from eating in proper amounts for months. Sandka took in air to speak.
“Well I really must be going home…”
he looked down at Neon who shrugged in response “…you have once again showed me
that there is absolutely nothing wrong with Sir Binder’s mass.” Sandka lifted a
porcelain mask from around his neck and fastened it tightly to his face. Neon
shivered at the sight. His mask of char.
A single tear wisped down her face as he took his position a fue feet away.
“Perhaps I will see you across the ribbons?”
he asked. Neon stared at him blankly; she couldn’t tell if he truly meant his
words.
“Perhaps.” she said faking a smile.
She imagined him smiling at her remark as his body suddenly disappeared into a
cloud of amber and ash. The sound his teleportation made sounded like the
clatter of porcelain plates on tile.
Neon allowed her suppressed tears
to flow from her soft brown eyes as she scaled the fence and walked through the
thorny brush to find her home. The sun set as she reached the stone steps that
lead to her front door. She looked into the sky the stars sending dim light
through the earth’s atmosphere. The water on her face lifted way towards the
stars as dim curvy lines seemed to link the stars together.
“Neon! Come to your room! Now!” a
voice whispered. Who?
“Leo? Leon?” Neon screamed as she
ran inside.
The house was dark almost to dark
to see, but Neon knew her way. She made her way to her bed room and franticly
searched though her bed sheets.
“The living room stupid!” She moved robotically to the big sofa in the
living room and dropped to the floor.
“The hell are you doing there
Leon?” she said pulling his floppy cloth body out from under the couch.
“Look now you’re all dirty. Why do
you keep crawling around on the floor? Why can’t you just stay in bed?” the
stuffed animal said nothing and she growled, irritated by his silence.
“Oh! Now your gonna portend that
you can’t send thoughts into my head right? Well that’s -“ Neon stopped
suddenly startled by the sudden flick of a light switch.
“Stop talking to inanimate objects
you weirdo.” Her mother spouted angrily.
“And you left the door open!”
Neon smashed her face into Leon’s
in embarrassment. Maybe you are just a
stuffed animal.
“The Periodic is searching for
you.” Leon whispered. Who? You always
say: The Periodic. Who are the periodic?
“Krypton entering layer one
atmosphere gyro sixty-five-“
“Stop saying random crap!” Neon
screamed. Her mother poked her head back in to the room snarling viciously.
“Stop that!”
Neon stuck out her bottom lip- Whatever mom!-and ran inside her room.
She looked at the ribbons lining her window.
So ya that's what I have so far, not to much but it's still enough to put me about a day ahead. ;) P.S. Please pardon my fail at spelling...ya I can't spell worth shit.
