"Mama," she called.
"Mama..." she called again.
Silence flooded. Not a single lullaby was heard. Turmoils of deafening unheard music went circling everywhere. She could only hear the infinite quietness. She listened to the placid ambiance.
"Mama."
She had left no sound. She glared at the dark surroundings. The confined gray chamber was all that remained. She could hear heavy thick pantings— her own. She was in the midst of nowhere. She examined the chamber wholly— nothing was in there, nor did she see any stroke of light. Her eyesight and hearing were lost. She could hear none, but only the roaring dullness of earth. The upbeat quietude reigned, leaving her blind, deaf, and clueless.
"Darling..." A sweet surreal gentle feminine voice whispered in her ears.
She was struck by the sound. She could see fireflies starting to dance in the dark. She was puzzled, yet curious. She directed her mouth to utter a word— but failed. Her body was paralyzed. Her heart sank to the bottom. Her mind drained.
"Sweetie," the voice went on again.
She webbed the unseen dark shadows trying to search the main host. The same failure again. She hastened her thoughts and closed her eyes. One, two, three... I blinked. A gray silhouette danced with the shadows. Her hair was silky long. Her body was slender. Her caricatured dress fully suited her. Am I dreaming? she asked herself.
"No, you are not," the silhouette seemed to hear her thoughts.
The atmosphere fabricated tranquil sounds. She knew it. The silhouette was muted. She was talking on her mind.
"Follow me, sweetie. Don't worry. You'll be safe." Her sweet delicate voice that could make you rest skimmed understandable danger.
Her fragile stale heart was left ambiguous. The serenity of her voice was yelping for something. She apprehended. It's indefinite— shadows thundered over the gloom. They were like partying teenagers eager for the darkness. She felt the lightness of her flesh. She felt the bulk of her shoes.
"Help, help," intense cries grasped her consciousness.
She made her mindfully awake. She compassed the origin of the innocent thin voice. She found none. She let hours pass by, but time seemed glued. Slowly, she felt her soul living in her flesh. She was floating in the thin air. Frigid frozen air clenched her arms. She could feel her unheavy weight. Zero gravity, as if she was in outer space. The silhouette prevailed static. Its dark eyes were observing her. It's directly looking, not even blinking once. Her body numbed. She could sense her pale body surging higher and higher like someone was grabbing her.
Minutes couldn't pass. Time completely stopped. Her flesh was floating lightly on the air above the bed covers. Her nightgown swung into the air. Hair, then danced the rhythm of the night. Body slightly bent over. She lost control of her body— it froze. She couldn't move. Cold breeze lingered on her ears, playfully playing every strand of her. She could feel her furs standing. She could feel her pores open its gate. She felt the goosebumps and fear.
Then— lights feebly took dominion. The image of flickering lamps gives light to the empty shady room. The radiance was dull. It twinkled revealing dimness and bolts of lightning. The silhouette statued watching. As gleam glinted the place, a new dark image displayed. The pastel curtains dimmed by dusk of the wall were hit by light peripherally. It frailly displayed comical shadowy graphics.
"Papa!" She heard a familiar cry of a girl.
"Papa," she cried again.
Her bare hands were gasping for the touch of her father. She screamed down to the earth. She shouted for life's molestation. The severe wounds she had were immense. She blasphemed her existence as the grave consumed the dead body of her father. Slowly the coffin was dug to the ground. The silhouette figurine continued the scene. Petals were slowly cast on the ground. Chrysanthemums deliberately let go of their fragrance. She smelled the fragrance of grief. Then, shovels were displayed. Dirt pigments began to mask the ground. The little girl continued wailing. She stepped afoot to draw near the grave when two bulky hands grabbed her arms. These stopped her. She fought, trying to let go— the grievance, remorse, and longing. Then— the shadow vanished.
She inclined her body when she felt dizzy. She was losing control of her bile. A machine was put on her belly, circling, twisting, and folding inside. She felt the spasms of ravages. She could sense the twisting of my intestines. Her vision blurred. The surroundings were moving circularly. She held her head, tending to focus.
Not a second, she felt a sudden rush of the urge to let go of her tummy. Her mouth opened voluntarily. Every last remaining bile was stirred up. It hurriedly swam towards her mouth. She puked hardly.
"HAHAHA," the feminine voice went back to life— mocking her.
"HAHAHA," here it went again its sheepish waves of laughter.
The thick spooky laughter echoed on her eardrums. It traveled back and forth— making her head sicker. I'm getting dizzier and dizzier. The surroundings were getting mistier. For the nth times, the laughter crisscrossed on her hearing. It bumped as it reached the edges of her ears. It was jackhammering. She regained her hearing. Her vision rotated. The laughter created an unexplainable melody, like tantrums of lives in the dusks.
Her eyes were on neither cemented nor a wooden floor. It was as if she was floating. She could feel anything where her ill body rested. She fought harder. The paralyzation slowly ungripped her flesh. She could begin to sense back her weight. The twisting movement in her tummies continued creating a rhythm. Her bile jumbled inside. There was a strong force that seemed to scope the exterior of the organ to her stomach. She felt her intestines stretch. The gastric juice inside boiled. The temperature seemed to elevate inside her stomach. I held it with her right arm. She felt that something wanted to be released in her mouth. Nausea remained dominated.
She withdrew her state and was able to gape in the background. Moving shadows feasted on her. They were forming a circle. They were like the revolving planets on the solar system, while she was the stationary sun.
"HAHAHA," all hissed the same tone of aghast waves of laughter. Those were a series of vibrations hammering her head to dizziness.
They were encompassing her. Their creepy structures danced along with their laughter, circling around She breathed from the trench of her lungs.
"NOOOOO," her voice echoed everywhere.
She could see the tremble of the dancing irregular shadows. They shook. They fidgeted. They were hit by a strong earthquake. Her voice was getting louder when it hovered back and forth. The gloom surrendered its dusk. She felt a hard drive to escape, but she had left no courage to run for she was like imprisoned within a pit— a bottomless pit. The gravity was out to be found. She cried for rescue inside although she knew no one would hear. She closed her eyes in agitation.
She let the roaring thunders of thick cold winds route in the whole direction. She smelled its putrid ice. Her hearing seemed to sway. Her vision prevailed, although her eyes were shut. She felt scared but wondered why hot tears weren't released from her eyes. The heavy winds feebly converted into light. She slowly opened her eyes.
The environment changed. Her eyes shut open to what she'd seen— bewildered. Tall dark trees glared at her. No more dark shadows, but bulky trees with strong trunks and branches remained.
"Where am I?" She asked herself in chaos.
"There she is!" She heard a shout.
Her eyes unconsciously traced the origin of the yelping mouthpiece. Eyes widened frozen. Her frightened eyes met their dark stares. They were bringing torches in hand— they were many. Her bared fingers failed to count them.
"Kill here!"
All stormed to attack. Her heart shut. She couldn't feel any single beat on my chest. She couldn't breathe. The moonlight was gone. The trees were trapping her. The strong vines were grabbing her feet and arms. She couldn't run away. They were getting closer. Her tongue choked back her saliva. Her salivary gland droughted. Minutes stamped. Lights from fiery torches were getting nearer. Heavy dedicated footsteps were striding towards her.
***
"No."
A tear escaped from Jasmine's left eye. Basaltic rock of emotions weathered in her chest, as rivers of ungripped aches harshly flooded, drowning my chest— it lost its capacity to pump. Every emotion it paced accumulated, creating a dark abyss ruled by remorse, and the desire to forget the past punched my notions a hundredfold. She could feel a bottomless pit in her chest, half-opened its mouth to consume her wholly.
"No."
"No."
"No."
Jasmine mumbled the same word all over again creating a throaty sound. Her senses weakened when a strong force of collision twisted inside her chest, as thick heavy sobs were released. She couldn't feel anything, but the anonymous load in her heart and lungs collaborated. Life lost its sheen— a sign of losing hope, death, and despair. She came to the point where neither mist nor vague intruded, only a plain black blanket posted on her vision.