literature

What Have They Lost....

Deviation Actions

Sakura2349's avatar
By
Published:
267 Views

Literature Text

I groan, even though this is my world, where I alone can roam I never want to come here. I look around, thinking of how long it has been since I set foot on the moss covered grounds, a sign that I had been doing well. Or, at least well enough to lock it all down. The vision of the sky is blocked by the mass amount of ebony birds flying over head, a sea screaming at my loss. I have only been able to tell only two people. It seems odd to be so affected by such a small death, but I feel like I let someone down, even though I did everything I could. But, more ominous then my black fluttering sky is the large silver gates. Intricate as everything in this world they are detailed with a swirling pattern that radiates from the rusted lock that cold back the beast any longer. With a large gust of wind the gates are thrown up, and I am immediately pulled in. There is no hand to pull only a force that moves things of my world.


My eyes close as the force of the wind whips my hair in my face, but then everything stops. I am just standing. Alone, in the middle of nowhere, I look around taking in the forest like feel, intrigued by the fact it looks like a deserted playground. I never really did care for play grounds even when I was little, I hated being forced to be social, but feared being alone. But, then I see it. A shock of blonde hair, sitting alone in the sand box, I can't help but smile. Despite the change in age and form I would know him anywhere. I walk over and crouch down in front of him, and he looks up at me and flashes me a huge smile. Some of his teeth are missing, but his blue eyes shine like he doesn't have a care in the world, and at this point he probably doesn't. He is building something that looks like a pile of dirt, but is starting at it like it is a castle. I mutter the only thing I can think of, "Hey…." I let it trail off feeling awkward.


He looks up at me, handing me the green shovel, "Here…Don't just sit there! Help me…" he says and he dumps more dirt on the pile. That's when I notice it is all over clothes and even some in this hair. I know that his mom isn't going to be happy with him. I think that I have heard some stories about stuff like this, from her.


"This is really something…" I mutter not being able to take my eyes off him. It is the little boy from all the pictures his mom had showed me. Only the way I know him is as a teenage boy standing there begging his mom not to humiliate him.


"Thanks! When I get older I want to build stuff…." He says heaping even more dirt on it. I just smile watching him.


"Oh you want to be an architect?" I say.


The look he gives me is comical. Even when he is this little he still gives me that look when I say something he doesn't understand. "No…I said I want to build stuff…" he says like it is so matter of fact. But, just like that he changes before me. He becomes the boy that I am so familiar with today. His hair still blonde, but his eyes so much lighter and hollower, screaming of pain. His foot stomping right into the castle that he worked so hard to make. "But, it won't happen, and even though you tell me you will...you won't always be there for me…" he looks down.


I can feel something inside me tighten in pain, and my eye begin to string. My fingers curl into the sand, and I look down…"That…isn't true…" but when I look up again he is gone. I wipe at my eyes with the back of my hand.


"Miss….Miss…Miss…I want to show you something…" I look behind me, and my heart leaps to my throat, and falls to my stomach. The longer dark hair and those dark green eyes I know him to. Even though part of me feels sick…I have to smile.


"Okay…are you ready…" he asks. And I nod… "Do you see the coin on the back of my hind?" he asks making an over grand gesture. I nod trying to not to laugh. "Okay okay watch!" he waved his hand over it, and sure enough it is gone. But when he lowers his arms there is a clatter on the pavement. It has fallen out of his sleeve and onto the ground. He chuckles, rubbing the back of his head. "Well at least I actually got it to disappear…One day I will be good at this…" he stoops to pick up the quarter.


"You have no idea how good you will be…" I mumble thinking about it. If this is really did begin he moved so quickly. I look up and he is grinning from ear to ear.


"Do you meant it?!" he asks excitement in his voice. But, everything about this is so surreal my voice is gone, and I just nod trying to advert my glance if only for a minute…I just need to catch my breath.


"Liar…You aren't willing to fight for me like you are for him. I taught you everything you know…then you just go on with your act. It is like you have completely forgotten me…and done everything to replace me…" I look up to see the boy is now the one I remember only blood is running over his bottom lip and out of his mouth. "You let them kill me…"


I turn away…"It isn't true…I haven't forgotten you…I think about all the time…Even debate joining you…" but when I look back he too is gone… I look around my eyes blurring, but for only a minute everything is quiet.


"You!" I hear a girl's voice yell at me. I whirl around, and I know this one immediately she is about the age that I really met her. Her long dark hair hangs past her shoulders, and her hazel eyes are pure fire. She is a determined little girl. I look at her in shock. As she chuckles, "Come on…get up your going to swing… I am not going to be alone…I look like a loser…" she starts to head to the swings but part of me is frozen in place. She looks back over her shoulder, to notice that I haven't moved. "Well are coming?" I force myself out of the sand. I sit on the swing set that creaks under my weight, and for once I don't take offence, it looks to be over thirty years old.  


She begins to move herself back and forth, she is so well dressed. She is in blue jeans and a white shirt with hearts on it. Just like the day we met. Even now, when she is about 10 years younger than I am she has me feeling self conscious about how I look. "My mommy went away…Dad says she isn't coming back…but I will see her again." My heart aches just like the first time she told me. "But, at least I met you…will you be my best friend?" she asks…and I kept help but nod like I did all those years ago.


She swings forward, and on the back swing as she passes me I catch sight of the girl that I use to consider my best friend…"Don't tell me…something you don't mean…." She says of the rusting squeak of the swings… "You won't always be my friend. We will have a falling out…We will go to different schools…and meet new friends…someone will take my spot…I will get mad…and you won't try to make it right…and soon enough you won't even know that happened to me…" When the swing comes forward again she is gone…


"Funny I don't even know what happened to myself…"  I mutter...I just stare straight looking off but not really seeing anything. I let the swing come to a stop.
"My mom says crazy people talk to themselves…" I look down, and it takes everything not to laugh. The boy wears all black, his black hair is in a shot Mohawk, and his dark eyes are just as intense as ever. But, he winks and continues, "But I like crazy people." I have to choke back a laugh. As I think…Why does this not surprise me?


He climes in the swing next to me, and we talk back and forth for a while. Most of it is trivial things, as I try to avoid everything about who he will become. He tells me about some of his friends…some of the names I don't know…but a few of them even now make me cringe. He tells me how perfect he thinks his life is and will be. I don't feel it my place to tell him that in just a few years everything will change…Then I hear a voice calling out, "Jake…Jake…" he looks up and jumps out of the seat. Looking at what I know are his older brothers. He runs to join them but looks back at me…


"You fascinate me…but you are going to grow up and be like a poison to me.  I am going to do everything to hold on to you…but you are going to fight me every step of the way…and I am going to have a broken heart, and it's going to be your entire fucking fault." And with that last sentence he lapses into the boy that I have always known. He walks off to join his brothers and for a minute I realize that they will always be watching every move I make.


When I can no longer make out their outlines I whisper, "You were no prince charming yourself…"


The swing next to me begins to move again. I look over to see the girl in purple. She chuckles her bittersweet laugh, "And that was just the few examples I could pull out…There is at least twenty more that you have an even tighter lock on…But, I am sure you will make the right choice. Do everyone a favor…huh Kit?


My eyes flutter open, staring at an odd angle at the night stand as my lips continue to mumble again and again that, "I am sorry."
because of me...

Part of just my imagination: [link]
© 2012 - 2024 Sakura2349
Comments0
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In