Ingdetta Blooming

Chaos

The next day was going to be Monday. So then I guessed the routine continued; wake up, school (x5), then finally the weekend. Though I think school is pure torture, I’d rather be there than to be at home.

Well it’s not that I hated my family or anything. I feel I convinced myself that I really am excited when the weekends come along, but then the actual weekend starts. There would be so many arguments and fights over the stupidest things.

You could say there were words to describe this little routine I went through day by day and week by week. There really wasn’t though.

One word can only say so much. I think that most people forget that. Truly, there are so many emotions people have that I’m sure everyone was or could have experienced all the wondrous emotions that keep are earth buzzing with humanity.

I walked through the kitchen and to the other side of my house to see if anyone was awake. Nobody.

For some reason I was disappointed, as I was tired, so I went back into the guestroom and tried to fall asleep again.

Before I could have said ‘I am a vegetarian’ I was grasped into blackness. I knew it, knew it for sure that I was already in deep sleep. However, I really felt like I was somewhere else.

It was so strange. I didn’t understand how I could be dreaming yet. Because

A-     I felt I was in deep concentration

B-     I could feel air, really cool air, and

C-     There was nothing here.

Why couldn’t I get my mind to get rid of that last thought; there was nothing here? This place, more like this “world” was full of complete blackness, that’s it.

Beginning to run around, scream, and ask if anyone were there, I thought I saw something. A faint shape of a male face with deep blue eyes, and sandy brown hair appeared, starring right at me. I wanted to ask so many things but the only thing that came out of my mouth was, “who are y-”   

But the handsome face of a guy who seemed to be around sixteen or so just smiled, slowly but surely the faint light of his face started to fade away until I lied in the air there looking into completeness of nothing.

At that moment confusion rolled all over me. A person? Here? Why? Who? I know I wouldn’t have wanted to stay in the “World of Blackness”.

That’s it, I told myself. I decided that I will now refer to this place as World of Blackness, just in case I ever decide to return. But the first things were first. I had to figure out how to get out of there.

A panicked rush took over my entire mass of body. How was I going to get out of here? What if I never was going to get out the World of Blackness? What was going to happen to me? Will that handsome face ever return? All of these thoughts flooded in my mind, taking away my ability to think clearly.

That’s when a crack opened up somewhere over head, and little by little light started to appear with greater source. My body started to feel light weighted and felt as if I was lifting into the air. While at the same time the crack became bigger and bigger. The light was blinding, it was impossibly hard to see, and even the completeness of black wasn’t visible anymore.

Just as I was about to reach the crack and float through it, this great mist washed over me. It began to pull me up higher and higher-somewhere.

All of the sudden the pulling stopped and I began to descend.

There was nothing for me to grab onto. I guess this is what dying feels like, very bright, peaceful, and quiet. I felt freedom of movement and of things that there are no names for. I could feel it then, that I was about to be still, unconscious, and just about to be taken away, for eternity. Just reaching it, I was getting closer and closer and…

That’s when I opened my eyes to find that I’m still in my room, with the clock on my dresser informing me that it was 1:15 pm.

Enra

I saw the light filtering into my eyes as I open them. I laid there lying still and quiet under the warmth of my blanket. It’s not so shocking that there still was a colorless sky outside, I mean you could just call it another rainy day in Washington.

Making a move upward and off the bed I tripped over something on the floor. Wow I must have been either really tired that morning or I just needed to clean my room. My vote goes more towards the second option. My room is such a mess. We...