Inside a cramped, narrow hole The two of us show each other our dreams We can't be in that world; Neither can we be in this world Dear God-the god of children We are covered in scratches in the Sandbox where you amused yourself xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
“Open your eyes.” xSlowly, as though hesitant, her eyes open. The inky depths around her make it seem as though she didn’t even open them. The silence was almost deafening. The atmosphere was so devoid of anything that it was suffocating. Behind her, she felt a stinging, like she was being stared at. She was tempted to turn around, but afraid all at once. There was some inexplicable desire within her to know what may be. With caution, she turns. She did, only to be accosted by some… creature. Some thing that seared her eyes and radiated the burning sensation felt only in extreme cold. "...Where am I? Who are you?" she asks. She receives no answer from the being previously instructing her to wake up. "Hello?" … "Stop... Stop staring at me!" Its unflinching stare was beginning to frighten her. It felt like the being wanted something, something she did not have and could not provide, something much, much grander than she. "What do you want?!" she cries. Abruptly, a distorted shout comes from the thing. It sounded like the vitriolic disdain that only comes from those who feel as though they’ve been cheated out of something they deserve. "I don't want anything- What do you want? You did this to me- This is all your fault and I need to know- I need to know the how, and the why, and the what-the-fuck-you-even-are!" She recoils. Her chest was getting tight with fear. All she could do was stammer out, "Wh.. What?" It continued, the flames behind it’s eyes growing in size, "Who are you? I'm the real one, not you, so I need to know." "I.. I'm Masina. Who are you? I'm real! Where- What is this place?!" She was getting desperate, backing away from the being slowly. As the distance between her and the being grew, its voice starts distorting further, as though she were on the end of a bad connection, "I'm the guy you wanted to... Listen- Now you're stuck… and- And I don't know how… and I need you off it..." When she looked back, it warbled like it was starting to fade into the black, all encompassing tar that surrounded them. "I.. I don't even know where I am! Or what this is!" Her pace begins to quicken, running away from the thing as it slowly disappears. She screams. At the top of her lungs, she calls for her sister, Aluna, she calls for Shep. She even calls out for Sinji. She screams until it feels like her throat is bleeding, and runs until it feels like she can no longer move. Eventually, she collapses. As she begins to weep, she holds herself, crying until she can no longer. Her eyes close, and she sleeps. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
It has been agony in this hole, this hole that kept circling in on itself. xThis meadow had been so colorful, so beautiful. Why did he have to ruin it? The sound of six gunshots rang out. All color evaporated from the meadow. Only red was left. There he stood, staring at her. He made no effort to approach, he just stared, and screamed. "Don't you GET IT?!.." It rattled through her head in distorted reverberations. She bent over, holding her head in pain. She questioned why this was happening again. Why was she being put through this agony over and over? "I'M NOT! YOUR FUCKING PROJECT- OKAY?! HUH? DON'T YOU GET IT?! I SEE THROUGH ALL YOUR BULLSHIT! YOU NEVER FUCKING SAW MINE, DID YOU?!" A blow struck her head, and she cowered further, but the strings attached to her limbs prevented her from running. "NOD YOUR FUCKING HEAD LIKE ALWAYS LIKE YOU CARE! I CAN SEE YOUR BEATING HEART, YOU KNOW THAT?!" She had to stay in place. Even as they were cut, they seemingly mended themselves as though nothing had happened. Though the knife entered her body, she had to stay, only allowed to collapse. "OH! DOES IT STING?! OR IS IT NUMB? CAN YOU EVEN FEEL IT? HOW COULD YOU?! HOW COULD YOU POSSIBLY FUCKING KNOW!?" Every flower quickly decays as caustic blood hits their petals, turning the flowers around her to black, inky decay. Next came being forced on her back and the crunching of her ribs. Her breath left her, before she had her head slammed into the ground. Why did it keep happening, over and over? Her vision was hazy, everything was a blur. Her stomach was burning, but her limbs were growing cold. Yet, she had to live. She had to make it. She crawled, for what seemed like hours, days, weeks even. But at the end, there he was again. He was always there, feigning concern. “Ma’am, are you alright?!” She couldn’t fight as he picked her up, and brought her to a new meadow, as bright and beautiful as the last. There, her wounds mended and he disappeared. She had a brief respite. Until six gunshots sounded, and the color evaporated again. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
