While there's people who stand up and fight, I'm one of those who decide to just walk away and pretend that my problems, as long as my escape gets me, are left behind, far far away.
And of course, before you start a war, you better know what are you fighting for. And this also applies to the ones who prefer to get away.
As for me, I run away from my past, which can't be erased. There's no hope to start again in this world. And because of that, I compelled myself to a non-stop run, as if it would solve all my problems, in a blink of an eye.
I have no idea of where I'm heading to, as long as I don't stop running, everything will find a way out, eventually...
Sooner than I thought, I had to take a break in order to recover my energies. With my left hand grabbing an old grid belonging to an imponent gate, breathing heavily, tucked on myself, memories of why did I run ravaged my mind.
His face will never vanish from my head.
It took me five long minutes to realize where the hell I was.
In the middle of a road, where cars come and go so rarely, and somewhere behind the dense and dark vegetation on the other side of the road, there is a village with a tower bell which announces the hours. This when I'm turning to South, and to East 'n West the road extends far beyond my vision can reach. However when I'm facing North, that's when odd feelings start to strike inside my tummy (Yesh, just like butterflies).
A big, centennial house made of stone, steel, wood, glass and tile, which structure seems just like a castle, that faced plenty ages of war (mmhmm, it has a lonely tower, bigger than any of the other ones), blessed with a crystal clear blue lake. The castle rises from the ground as if it was made by the hand of the Goddess.
Unconsciously, I get into the garden of that mythical castle (one way or another, the gate succumbed and opened itself, for me to enter). The garden appears to be infinite and well treated, although that doesn't disguise the traces of sorrow in the leaves and flowers. The trail I blaze, guides me to a gigantic door, with one of those terrifying statues of animals holding a circle in their mouths, as a bell.
Fighting against the urge of turning around and run, I raise my hand and ring the bell, stepping backward then.
Instantly the door slides open, with a loud noise, as if it hasn't been used for a long time.
By the slot of the door, at least half of a dozen pairs of light spots are lurking toward me. I don't have time to think twice, because the owners of them jump automatically over me, pinning me down.
I don't remember of closing my eyes, however there's a short moment that is trapped in my head. A pair of those light spots seemed different to me, drawing my gaze and taking over a special place in my subconscious, and my heart.
When I suddenly open my eyes and steal an amount of fresh air, filling my lungs once again, my vision captures a small
Husky puppy with a brown blackened eye, as brown blackened as the sun when it's hidden by the moon in an eclipse day, on the right side of his muzzle; on the other side, the eye acquires the blue contorns of a full moon, pale and metallic, although his expression translates pure caring love.
And then a bond is created between me and the
Husky, we both smiled (even with him being a dog) because we knew. Biting my sleeve, he pushes me toward the main door, with the other dogs rushing behind me, leading me inside the house.
A few meters from the main door, there is a staircase that turns to both sides of the house, next to the staircase there's a half covered window, where I can distinguish three shapes.
"Looks like we have a new customer." the lady in red announces.
I open my mouth to justify, that I'm only here because the dogs invited me in, but then I notice that that will sound a bit awkward, especially because the dogs are already gone.
"This is a shop between worlds, the only ones who can find it, are the ones in need, so my little girl, shall I grant your wish?" the lady begins saying these words with a serious expression, ending up with a big sarcastic smile on her face and moving up slightly the flesh (on display) in her chest.
"Daily house tasks; Daily house tasks!" the two small young girls sing repeatedly, holding hands and dancing around the lady in red, as if satellites trapped in their orbit around a planet.
"Wait what?--" I only have time to say.
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Collapsing backward into the bed, I finally surrender to exhaustation. With my eyes shut and the window barely opened, I start to drift out toward my land full of folclore, bizarre creatures and dark desires.
The half-conscious me starts to feel the twilight fresh breeze playing with my strands of hair, making me relax and down my guard-lines.
This wave of peace leaves my strings of hair behind, passes by my right ear, teasing it with some imperceptible whisper, rolling down my cheekbone and contemplating my neck slowly and protractedly, right before this wave divides itself in two smaller ones, rubbing up and down my chest and ending up by squeezing it, just like human fingers.
With this, my lungs screaming for air and some annoying scratching on the door, reality forces the entrance into my world and I let it in...
All of a sudden, the wave of peace abandons my body, causing an empty feeling in my heart, and exhaustation takes over my body and mind once again. But before that, I'm able to walk toward the door, and let Gilbert (the small
Husky puppy with different eye colours) in and leave the door just like it was (closed and locked), checking the keyhole, making sure that is filled with paper (to avoid curious eyes to peek inside).
Gilbert is all jumpy and reclaims my bed as his domain, "No way!" I say, pushing him off my bed. He falls over, barking a squeak and begins to complain in his soppy lonely yelp alongside with his cute big shimmering eyes.
"You should have known better that, that doesn't work with me." pointing out.
Gilbert turns around, climbs up to the porch near to the window and starts to scratch the glass with his paws.
"What is it now?" I ask, a bit annoyed, with my head resting on my crossed arms, while laying on my belly, inside my bed.
He barks at me, as if he is saying
Come and see, silly girl.
I manage to get up again (for the second time!) and look out the window, without stumbling in anything, on my way up there.
I have a marvelous view to the lake, but what my eyes capture go beyond that.
Two shapes floating a few inches above the lake tangled deeply in each other. One is laying on the water's surface, with her serene face and a halo (it's impossible not to notice about the enormous white glowing wings of her), and the other one is way smaller, and transfigures darkness. The way he is holding the angelic woman, gives me the sensation that he is sucking her power. Also, that seems to be not, a painful process, but one that provides an unbelievable clímax to both mates. However one has to succumb.
Faced with this scene I close my eyes and squeeze my eyeballs with my hands, telling myself that what I'm seeing, isn't real.
When I open them again, instead of two shapes, there's plenty of fireflies flying through the air, transforming the lake in some eerie dimension.
"Fireflies, how nice!" I admit, switching gazes between Gilbert and the light bugs.
In a blink of an eye the fireflies are dancing into my room, enchanting everything around me.
This spell, this embrace... is so similar to that wave of peace I experienced just a few minutes ago, that the simple memory of it send a shiver through my spine.
Kneeling down to the porch, the fireflies assume the shape of a young man, around my age. His arms block my way out, pressing my existence against the floor.
When he focuses his glare in mine, my brain starts ringing a silent mental alarm. It's him, the guy that keeps appearing in my dreams, Isaac!
"So cute, even after all this time, you still get excited by my presence." his voice is deep and seductive, "That might mean that you are still in love with me." he hums in my ear, moving backward just enough in order to meet my gaze.
Tell the truth, Hannah!
"It Is not that I don't like you--" I begin to say, averting my gaze from him.
"My sweet A-ya. Me and you are bonded. We will be each other's salvation or condemnation." he starts to crawl forward, while I do the same but backward, "Which one will be? Salvation or Condemnation?"
He is, almost, floating over me, and with so much naked skin (except for the jeans).
"I-- I want you to back off!" I try to hide the trembling in my voice, in vain. "And my name is Hannah!"
"Is that what you really want, 'Hannah'?" he emphasizes my name, with a twisted smirk in his face.
Use the power of truth...
I blink, "In this moment, what I really want is to sleep!"
His smile is young and pervy "Then, why won't you come with me, Hannah?"
"Well, y'know if I do that, I wouldn't get much of a sleep--"
He interrupts me, erasing the space between us, by pressing his cold skin against mine, making me purr softly "I could give you so much more, if you only choose to be by my side."
Find the truth!...
"I wish I could believe you. However, whenever you go, death and agony follow. I don't trust you."
"But you could." he insists.
"I don't think so."
"C'mon, my love. One word,
YESH, and your life will change forever." his lips are no longer teasing my ear with his harmonic voice, instead, they go down and start rubbing my neck.
In the moment his arms stop blocking me against the floor, I sneak sideways, determined to create some space between us. I need to think, and I can't do that in his arms.
Isaac follows me, this time yarding me against the opening window. I don't need to turn around. I know that the high is stunning and the different tones of colours of the lake await me, deep, deeper inside it.
"You can't run away from me." he squint his hazel eyes. I distinguish his fury lurking beneath his seductive role, "I know your essence A-ya, you ache for my touch."
Isaac's hand rests on my hip, while the other one go up meeting my boob. Isaac slides his thumb by the most sensitive spot, and I feel a freezing emotion of pure satisfaction.
"No, stop it, please." I mean it as an order, but the words are too weak.
"Then, join me and together we will create a new world all over." while he is talking, he descends his gaze to my breast, which he took with both hands, sending cold waves of desire through my body.
Let the truth awake you!
"I want to be with you." I finally say.
His face tranfigures pure sense of victory.
"But the truth is, that I'm Hannah! And I choose my Goddess and the free will!" I scream my last words, throwing myself backwards, into the lake, into it's deepness.
In a far away reality, I still hear Isaac's voice, calling my name.
