Dreaming of an Escape

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
When the real world is failing you, escaping to one you created is the only escape...

Submitted: March 20, 2012

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In the candle light she danced in circles, humming the music, trying to bring it to life within herself. It felt surreal; dancing with no actual music, there hadn’t been a blackout in Kingston for five years, not since that night. Pushing the thoughts out of her mind, she began weaving in between the furniture, spinning in circles until reality faded away and she no longer had to worry about the stresses of her life.

She is a princess tonight, no, a warrior, fighting in a war, a conqueror. She is thought highly of; everyone wants to be like her, they adore her. With a final slash of her sword, the battle is won, and everyone runs to her, yelling praise at her. She enjoys it, people appreciating her, but she tries to remain humble, not wanting to become pig headed, and she simply smiles. One voice stands out from the rest, and she searches for him, seeking him out amongst the crowd, then she sees him. She rushes into his arms.

“Brother!” She screamed, and he laughed as she almost knocked him over.

“One day you’ll kill me doing that.” He smiled lightly and ruffled up her hair.

“You’ll get over it.” she smiled back up at him.

“Let’s go,” he said, then whispered in my ear. “I wonder if we can outrun the hoard of fans.” she grinned at the challenge.

“Ready, set, go!” and they ran through the crowd, winding and weaving through the people as they tried to catch them.

The infinite sky stretched out before them, the sun shining down on them in their game. She laughed as she dodged through the crowd, looking around for another obstacle to avoid. That’s when she saw the blood.

She fell down, and hit the ground hard, reality hit her harder though, and a tear trailed down her cheek.

“Why?” She asked. “Why couldn’t I stay a while longer?”

Her tears began to flow down her cheeks, a cascade, crashing around her. She didn’t even notice the smoke until she breathed it in and begin coughing. She opened her eyes, and around her all of her things were burning, ‘I must have knocked a candle over.’ She thought.  Pulling herself up off of the ground, she slowly trudged out of the living room and into the hallway, willing herself to move, just for a little while longer. She got to the door and, glad that the handle was wood and not metal, opened it, and slowly proceeded outside.

She sat on her front lawn alone, and remained there when the fire brigade arrived, she remained there while they put out the fire, and remained there as they began to pack up and leave. They came over to her, they talked to her, but their words didn’t make any sense to her, so she just looked down at the ground and ignored them. She thought of a place, where her home wasn’t burnt to the ground, where she’s not slowly pulling herself apart. She sees herself, with people that actually see her as a person, that actually see her. She felt his hand in hers; felt him embracing her, ‘my brother.’ A part of her tells her that it’s not real, but the rest of her doesn’t care, the ache for someone, anyone to care about her, outweighs any sense of reality she had. She curled into a ball and imagined having friends, imagined running, jumping, laughing.

Imagining things is fun, until you have to come back to reality and realize that they will never actually... happen. But it’s enough, for now.


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