“Stop dawdling, girl! “ I thought to myself. It was relatively early in the day still, but I would need to hurry if I wished to make it home before dark. And, I did wish to make it home before dark. It was during the night that everything was the clearest, an oxymoron for sure, but true nonetheless.
When the sun completely faded away for the day, the memories that hurt the most were relived, with the rawest of intensities. I suffered in the dark and it was horrible, perhaps the reason why I had difficulty sleeping. I couldn’t hide in this absence of light, and all the awful truths of everything were borne openly for me to face. Sometimes I felt like I was torturing myself, other times I felt like there was an outside force at work, yet in neither instance did I have any level of control over the happenings. Regardless, when the sun fell and the black filled the sky, I was grieved, as if I was plunged into Purgatory during the night - laid out to take my sufferings in the form of painful memories and overpowering, negative feelings - to be pulled back upon the return of the sun. It was not so, but I had no other explanation for any of it, aside from believing myself insane and I was not ready to admit that just yet. The thought of nightfall made me quicken my pace.
“Are we worried now? Does the night scare us?”
The tone of my voice was different then it had been earlier, it was almost mocking me, sounding spiteful.
“Poor, little Kimberly. With her silly, pathetic fears, yes. So worried about being caught in the dark. Alone! And with her debilitating memories.”
I was certain now; this voice had malice in it. I became unsettled.
“What is wrong with you? First you toy with my emotions, then you worry I am going to be late. Now you taunt me? My own mind is not that indecisive. ”
I was annoyed, something did not add up. It was as if this voice -distinctly mine but with a subtle difference I could not put my finger on - was trying to unnerve me, or start something, perhaps an internal argument. I couldn’t be sure, but then, I caught it. ‘Us’.
The voice has referred to us as the same individual, whereas earlier it has separated it and myself into different individuals. So were there two different voices I was hearing in my head now? That was absurd. Though, I couldn’t help but think I was not far off.
“You’re referring to us as the same individual now? Earlier you spoke like we are different people and now we aren‘t? If you are in my head then we are the same person, so why the change now?”
There was no response for what seemed a very long time. I waited for an answer, stopped walking. This conversation was distracting me, and although I wanted to arrive at Kyle’s as soon as possible, I could not help but feel I needed closure on this mental impasse. Then it spoke, as if sensing I was waiting.
“No, there is no difference! You are me and I…”
Hesitation. I felt the voice was hiding something from me but I did not try to pry it out. It didn’t give time to.
“We are the same, yes. You will see! Very soon, too.” The voice sounded almost pleased, as if there was some unseen expectation lurking. “But you were not talking to me earlier, no. That was not me. That was you!”
Now I was confused and frightened. What was going on? Surely, I had lost my mind somewhere. Maybe I had set it down for a quick second and forgotten to grab it. On the other hand, perhaps I had lost my mind a while ago and only now was I realizing. These voices were both distinct and clear, neither of them were the same however and this bothered me. Two different voices in my head, both speaking to me. I needed to get to the bottom of my this - figure out if I had lost my mind, or if something else was at work here- very soon However, it would have to wait, unlike Kyle. I had kept him long enough and I could ignore the voices, I hoped. A few second later, I was proven wrong.
“You cannot ignore me!” The voice boomed, and I leaped, startled by the sudden volume, “You will not deny me, Kimberly!”
I cringed and closed my eyes tight. The voice was thundering in my skull, echoing off the emptiness left by the absence of my brain. It was almost painful and I wanted to scream at it to stop, and again, I was denied the chance to reproach.
“You will see. Very soon now, yes. It comes.”
I opened my eyes as the voice went silent; giving me the reprieve I had hoped for. I had held them shut so tightly that tears had begun to drip down my face. My head ached, as did my hands, I had been pressing them tightly into the sides of my skull - as if to keep an outbound pressure in. Admits the commotion I had dropped to my knees. Then the voice spoke again - clearly, there was no escape from its whispers - and as it did, there was a note of excitement in the tone.
“It comes!” It was eager.
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I could almost taste it in my mouth, leaving a bitter and dry taste; almost metallic. Before I could act, I felt myself rise up to my feet and turn, a numbness creeping over my body… I was standing in the middle of the crosswalk, facing into oncoming traffic. Kyle and I both lived in a quiet residential area and traffic was normally light, today was no different, although I did notice a car heading my direction. I my mind went blank briefly before I could recognize it was the same one I had noticed moments ago; I must have been stalling more then I was aware. It startled me then when my feet started moving again, I was not walking of my own volition and I couldn’t stop myself either.
“What’s going on?” I cried out in panic. There was no response from anyone, which only worsened my fright.
My feet slowly began to increase their pace and I was now moving at a stride towards the car. In a flash of a second, I realized I was heading straight towards it and my feet weren’t stopping. I had disregarded it reaching me, and now I was going to reach it instead.
“Oh god, that car is going to hit me! Why can‘t I stop my feet?”
At that instant, I broke out into a run. The driver had noticed me and started to honk the horn. My course did not alter and I was starting to hyperventilate. Despite all my efforts, I could not stop myself. I had lost control of my body to an unseen force. I felt as if I was going to pass out, from fear and lack of air, when the assailant made itself known.
“Little Kimberly, all frightened and full of panic. Doesn’t know why she can’t control her legs!"
I cried out in horror and once again tried to stop myself but to no avail. I was headed directly for the car and I wasn’t showing any signs of slowing. The driver had tried to swerve in to the other lane to avoid me but my feet adjusted and moved me into its path again. The driver started to lay on the horn and steered back into the proper lane. I was mere moments from a collision. I felt the world closing in on me, panic gripping my heart and squeezing tightly. I was mentally exhausted now and fighting with all my energy to regain control over my body, although I had no idea how I had lost it in the fist place, let alone regain it at all. The future did not so look bright for me, and in the back of my mind, something started to welcome it.
I could hear whispers and sense emotions, that flooded my mind, telling me to accept death and that it would end all my suffering, and that I could be with Ashleigh again. I knew it to be a lie. Killing myself would not end any suffering; only cause more, especially to those close to me. And no matter how much I was missing Ashleigh I would never want to cause more suffering in the lives of those I loved, I could never be that callous. These thoughts in the back of my head were sinister, and dark. I needed to silence them before then enveloped me completely; already I could feel myself being lured to them.
“Shut up. Shut the Hell up!” I yelled out abruptly, in the most commanding voice I could muster. It was a feeble attempt to counter the hateful tone.
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Talking to voices in my head, thinking of ways to shut them out. I’d fallen over the edge and was swimming in the deep end now. Maybe it was time I sought help. How much longer was I going to go on like this, and how much more could I take of my own lies? I wasn’t happy like this, the fact that I could even now admit to it was proof enough. Admitting it also made me feel good, like maybe there was some hope after all. I think I felt a smile cross my face, but all too suddenly, it was washed away by terror.
My mind snapped back to reality and I was faced with the startling truth that I was still in the path of an on-coming car. I had forgotten about it while I prattled away in my mind but now it was crashing back into reality. I was still running directly at the car, it was still trying to avoid me, and there was an odd sensation running through my spine that something was off with this situation. A split second later, I picked out what had seemed amiss and everything froze.
I remember only a couple of things from that point, the details of which are slightly fuzzy. First off, I was running at a car that showed no signs of slowing itself down or stopping. Secondly - and this detail stuck out the sharpest, making me wonder why I didn’t catch it sooner - there was no driver in the car. How could I have missed something as blatantly obvious as a car without a driver? It didn’t make a lick of sense, nor did the fact I stopped moving the second I came to this realization. I had frozen dead in my tracks, but the car kept coming. It no longer attempted to avoid be, but rather started to speed up. The front bumper was mere feet from me now, and it would hit at any moment. At that second, I felt control of my body return. The numbness that has washed over me faded and I could control my body once again. However, despite my apparent freedom I made no movement to get out of the car’s path. It was too late had I even tried.
But something was still wrong. I had control of my motor functions again, but I had no desire to move. This was what was not right. I was depressed and miserable, no use in denying that, but I wasn’t suicidal. If anything, I was just lazy, refusing to make the effort to change my depression. And then it happened again.
The thoughts of death flooded my mind once more, and I found myself drowning in them. They assaulted me with renewed vigor and fury. My vision was wrought, with images, of the car crashing in to me, of my body being annihilated by the vicious speed of the impact, and of an intangible manifestation of my burdens being released, by the freedom of death. It felt liberating, almost too enjoyable to be true. Yet it all seemed as if I wanted it, for real, with no doubt in my mind. This feeling wasn’t mine. I did not want to die, not under these circumstances, but try as I might, I could not escape them. This feeling was put in my brain by an unseen hand, and I could not remove it as it wrapped itself around my mind and smothered me.
“Do you feel it now, Kimberly? Does it make you whole? You can be free of this, all you need to do is give up. Let me in, Kimberly.”
And then it hit. Not the car, but the realization that this malevolent voice was behind these unwelcome feelings. My voice twisted into a nightmare and bent on assaulting me with a demise sought to bring reprieve.
But there was no such reprieve. There is no escape so easily brought about without consequence. Were I do die like this, in the wriggling grip of self-defeat, I would find nothing but anguish, as would those I leave behind. But it was too late. My eyes stared straight ahead, as the car moved within inches of my body. What I felt next could only be described as a ‘falling’ sensation. There was no pain, just falling. Everything went black, and as it did, I truly thought I had died.
There was no sound, or sensations other then falling.. Was this what the transition from life to death was like? I was a bit disappointed if this was all that there was, I admit, I expected more. Lights, or sounds at every least, but this was just… nothingness. It was impossible to measure any passage of time so I did not even bother, there was nothing I could do really, except float around in this nothingness. At first I simply waited, if I were dead, I would soon find myself in some sort of afterlife; the very fact that I was still mentally conscious was proof that one existed. Or so at least I thought as much. I would eventually have to drift into something would I not? Heaven or Hell, or the next life, either way I was going to find out the truth to one of life’s greatest mysteries. How unfortunate it was I would be unable to share it with anyone still living. ‘Oh well’, I thought to myself. I had seemingly forgotten about everything else. What did it matter now though, now that I was dead. There was really, nothing I could do about it anymore.
Just as I had accepted my fate, I felt a tingling sensation. It was similar to when a limb ‘falls asleep’, and goes numb. Hope filled my mind, as I was surely about to come out of this limbo. And I was sort of right, sounds started to come back to me. At first, I could not make out what they were but they became clearer after a short moment. It was the wind. I could hear the wind! It was blowing softly, but enough to make a noticeable sound. Wherever I was headed, it was apparently windy. I felt slightly giddy.
I started to become excited, all the negativity I had been feeling was draining from me as if a plug had been pulled somewhere. It was a relief, but I was focused on the wind and the anticipation was starting to kill me, how ironic I thought. It was then that I could suddenly feel the wind. It was cold and startled me. Again, it was something I had not expected, and more disappointment was met. Nevertheless I was content, about to begin a new life somewhere beyond the mundane. It was thrilling.
And then my sight returned, and with it came pain. I was thrown off guard, this wasn’t thrilling at all. I was hurting; it was not localized, and was more of a throbbing. As my vision began to clear, everything was lit by a dull, red hue. I blinked my eyes a few times to try and focus them but they remained blurry and all I saw was red. I realized I was lying on my back, and attempted to sit up, though as I did the pain became directed and immediately my head started pounding. Perhaps this was a residual feeling from my death, I had been hit by a car after all, and my head no doubt crashed into something. To begin the afterlife with a headache was minor, and I could weather it, but it was the redness I could not get past. Again, I tried to blink and focus my eyes, this time with success. As they focused, my eyes caught sight of the source of the red. It was the sky, dull and crimson red. There was no sun, no clouds or anything else, just red sky. As I started into it, the sky almost seemed to be swirling, as if there was a whirlpool there. For a second I thought that not entirely foolish, the sky - the normal, blue one of course - was sometimes thought as a reflection of water, although with the sky bring red it did seem odd.
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“You’re awake, finally.” It disoriented me and I couldn’t tell where this voice had come from.
It sounded familiar, yet something was different. This was becoming an unwelcome trend, I was not comfortable with all these voices assaulting me and not identifying themselves. I should have paid more attention to this one though; I might have recognized it faster.
“You seem confused, Kimberly. Do you not recognize your own voice anymore? Is it because you have stopped listening with your ears and pay attention only to your head? You’ve become quite pathetic in that way.”
My twisted voice again, but it wasn’t in my head. I was hearing it with my ears this time and my eyes shot around trying to find a source but they came up empty.
“Where are you? Why do you hide from me?
There was no response, just the wind whistling by my head. My vision has fully cleared now and I realized I was sitting in the middle of a clearing. The landscape was twisted, like a nightmare. Obviously, this wasn’t Heaven. The grass was a dead, green colour and felt dry, while all the trees resembled overgrown thorn stalks, black like coal, which curled and spiraled towards the red sky. Was this Hell? Was that where I have ended up? My breathing started to become erratic and I felt like panic creep around me, then I was startled on to my knees when I felt a hand press against my shoulder. I spun around to see whose hand had been placed there, and was met with something I never would have never expected to see.
I was standing before myself, or rather; someone that looked identical to me was standing there. She was wearing long white and black horizontal striped stockings and wore simple, single strapped shoes. She was dressed in a long black dress that puffed out at the waist, with a white apron tied around her that hung down to her knees and had a single pocket in the center of it. Her arms were bare and crossed against her chest as she looked down at me. Her attire was vaguely familiar. But her face, it troubled me to no end; it was identical to mine in every way. Even her hair mirrored my exact cut and style, long and straight combed, and black as ink. I couldn’t find the words to ask who she was, but in some ways, I think I knew.
“Does something trouble you, dear? Is my appearance not pleasing to you anymore? That would mean you are no longer happy with yourself then either, my sweet. But… isn’t that the case anyhow?” She laughed, though it was more of a giggle, and it felt mocking.
Her facial expression was condescending, and the look on it suggested she had something sinister crawling through her head. I was frightened, very much, and dazed. How could I be standing there, and sitting here at the same time? She sounded exactly like me, but with a slight tone of hate and cruelty in it. But there could be no doubt, she was me and I was at a loss of words. Very gracefully she moved towards me, reaching down, and grasping my under my arms, pulling me up and onto my feet. We stood face to face now, a few inches apart now. She still held me, tightly, almost hurting me. From this view, I could now clearly see her eyes. They were black, no white to be seen, with yellowed irises; almost feral. I couldn’t help but stare right into them.
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“Who the hell are you?”
“Now now! There is no need to be rude, Kimberly. You know who I am” I did, she was right. But I didn’t understand what was going on.
My mind reeled. Was I dead? Was I in hell? So many questions to ask yet I couldn’t bring myself to ask them.
“You are me?” It was all I could manage to blurt out, it was more of a statement then a question.
"Well aren’t you a regular Sherlock Holmes, so astute!” She was mocking me, and her voice rang in my ears. I felt like I was hollow and her voice was echoing off my interior. It was a very nerve wrecking feeling to say the least.
“You’re still confused. I can see it in your eyes, dear girl. Let me explain things to you then!”
Her tone was almost delighted, like she had been waiting for me to arrive in this situation so she could tell me whatever she was about to say. All I could was gawk at her, with my jaw dropped open, and my expression mostly blank with a slight hint of disbelief in it.
“First off Kimberly, you are not dead nor are you in Hell. Silly goose… why on Earth you would ever think such a thing is beyond me. No, you are very much alive. Don’t you recognize the lands of your dreams? Well, they are dreams to me, and nightmares to you, but that’s a petty detail.
“But isn’t it beautiful here? It truly is a wonderland. Your Wonderland, all twisted and dark. A truly delightful sight! You will soon become very familiar with it, Kimberly, perhaps even like it here. I mean, I very much like it here. But then again, why wouldn‘t I? You created me in this world, you Kimberly, created me with this world. I guess you could say I owe my life to you. ”
I created her? This is Wonderland? What was she talking about? None of this made sense. Wonderland was not real, it existed only in stories, but here I was apparently, in my own version of it. My head spun with confusion and it was going to boil over soon, I could feel it happening already. This ‘Wonderland’ version of me had taken my by the hands and had started to sway back and forth. She seemed to be enjoying herself, even more so as she noticed my confusion. I almost thought it delighted her. I couldn’t take anymore of this nonsense and I needed answers.
I pulled my hands free and backed away several paces. She stopped and just looked at me, confusion filling her expression now.
“None of this makes any sense! My head is killing me and you are going off about something that I can’t even begin to understand.”
She clapped her hands, applauding my lack of comprehension, smiled and nodded. She knew I didn’t understand and it pleased her. From what I had gathered so far, the person, who claimed to be me, enjoyed negative reactions and emotions. She was literally enjoying it; I almost feel it was intentional that she put me in this state.
“How can this be true, that I am in Wonderland, or my own ‘version’ of it. It doesn’t exist, it’s a story.”
“No, not a story, it is all real. As real as you wish it to be Kimberly!”
“But I don’t wish any of this to be true! I just want to go back to where I was. I want to go back to my life!”
“None of this is real.”
“What about the car?” She giggled again, pleased she had thrown me deeper into confusion.
I remembered the car. Had I truly been hit by the vehicle or was that something my mind made up. If the latter was the case then it was the most vivid and creative thing I have ever experienced, as well as the most terrifying; as far as hallucinations went. My train of thought was interrupted by my double’s voice again.
“Yes, the car! What a delightful event. I never would have thought you capable of such deception, within yourself no less!” Ecstasy dripped off her words as she spoke, and she had begun to prance about the clearing in a circle around me while she carried on, “Kim you are such fun! I very much enjoyed that. It took little effort to persuade you into a delusion. You created a whole event, within your mind, and I know it appeared to seemingly come from, yes. We make a magnificent team, simply marvelous.”
She continued prancing, and began to hum a tune to herself. I was stunned with turmoil. I had created the whole thing in my head. The entire event was a delusion. Was I that mentally unstable that I was tormenting myself with disaster? But she claimed to have had a hand in all of it, so I could not be completely to blame. At least I thought it that way.
Almost as soon as I had thought those words, my double stopped dancing and walked slowly towards me. Sitting down in front of me. She patted her lap, beckoning me to sit in it with her. I refused and took another pace backwards. Her expression immediately switched from calm to fury, greatly hurt by my reaction.
“Sit!” She bellowed, the wind picking up pace and mimicking her tone.
Instantaneously I was drawn towards her. It was exactly same as when my legs moved of their own volition and moved me in the direction of that car, although I knew now, that was just a lie and never happened. Nonetheless, I walked towards her and sat in her lap, my back against her breast. She wrapped her arms around me, hugging me, as well as forming a restraint. She clearly did not want me to move. It was also clear that in this place, this Wonderland, she could exert a level of control over me, greater then in the real world. She began to rock slightly and her mood once again shifted back to the blissful state it had been moments ago.
“You smell very good, and you’re soft to hold, yes. I just want to cuddle you forever. Wouldn‘t that be nice?”
No, it would not be nice. I did not want to remain like this forever, nor did I want to anything more to do with her. Everything was bubbling up and beginning to boil over. I was beside myself with grief; as if I would never find the answers I sought.
“You worry too much, dear Kimberly! I shouldn’t be surprised by that though, I am you in any case. Stop worrying, you’re answers will come.” I had just finished thinking about seeking answers when she spoke. It was as if she could read my thoughts, and if that were true, then there was nowhere I could hide from her.
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Her grip tightened around me, squeezing my breath short yet still allowing me air. She was showing me I was correct, she could read my mind. I felt strangled, but she did not ease up her wrap. We both sat there rocking slowly as she held me, the way a mother holds a child as she comforts it, protective but controlling. I ran over everything in my head from the time I left my house, until this moment. All the details seemed cloudy and I was unable to clearly remember everything. The more I tried, the cloudier they became, until some of them were completely gone. I had gaps, pieces of my though were missing, I had to focus.
I started back, leaving my house first. I traced my path from the phone call with Kyle, to me leaving out the front door. And there it stopped and became dark. Suddenly I was remembering the feeling of desolation, of a desire to want everything to be over so I wouldn’t have to suffer, then it faded and I was back on track to Kyle’s house. Moments later, I could remember the conversation in my head, and it started to creep back in. Again, I felt a need for everything to end, some longing to be somewhere else where my misery could not find me. I wanted to forget Ashleigh, the fire, my friends. I wanted it all to be gone, but before I could dwell on it any further I was once again back on track. Walking, thinking, and talking with myself. The delusion of the fatal car accident that ultimately had sent me here. Every time I felt a gap, the feeling was the same, dark and sinister. Each time I felt the desire to escape it all. And each time I saw a face, with eyes black like emotionless voids. My face, my twisted double’s face.
She was present in every occurrence, every instance of despair, clearly she was behind it. I would confront her about it and get my answers, no more of this beating around the bush. As I gathered the courage to face her, I felt breath against my ear. I tried to move but she was holding me too tightly, making movement impossible. Now I realized what the breath at my ear was. She was whispering something to me, inaudible.
She knew I had realized what she was doing because she increased her pace of speech. Despair filled my head again, faster and more determined. My every thought was about giving in, ending my suffering, letting go of all that was burdening me and finding a reprieve, and with each thought had her face was attached to it. It was an onslaught of emotion. She was feeding me visions with her whispers and I was powerless to stop her.
My head ached, again, I had tuned out the pain from before and blamed it on having suffered the fatal injures caused from a collision with a motor vehicle. It was not as such. There was no car accident; I had suffered no injuries. All I could wonder about it was if my body was still physically in the world and my mind in this so-called Wonderland, or was I here in both body and mind. Either way there was pain and it was getting worse. As it did, however, the visions began to decrease. Her whispers were still increasing in pace, and although I felt as if she was now blowing heavily into my ear, her attempts to flood my mind were weakening. The pain in my head was consuming my thoughts and blocking out everything else, it was also weakening her grip on me.
It made sense then at that moment. She said I had created her and this Wonderland. She has displayed a level of control over me both mentally and physically, and that meant I also had control over her. The fact that everything was being shoved out and replaced with the throbbing pain in my skull only further verified my theory. I did not know how, but I could control her to the extent of pushing her out of my mind. Perhaps the pain was the symptom of exerting my own will.
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At any rate, her grasp on me had nearly weakened and I could move. I wriggled and fought against her pull as I tried to free myself, eventually I won out and her arms gave way. In a split second I was up and on my feet, and I quickly began to run. As I took my first steps, something reached out behind me and caught my forearms. She has grabbed me and was wrestling to pull me back in. I fought against her with all my force, but I was starting to feel a drain in my strength. My head hurt so badly I felt as if I would pass out from it, but I couldn’t allow myself to do that. She took advantage of my waning effort and pulled me back but I was not going to give up.
It felt like an epic game of tug-of-war, and I thought about how much of a help Kyle would be in this situation. He wasn’t the strongest person I knew, but he was very determined, I could use some of that determination now. As I thought about him, I could feel myself pulling away. Her grip tightened and hurt my forearms, her nails digging into my skin. But I would not concede defeat, and I pulled again. Pain in my skull and in my arms nearly caused me to faint. I shut my eyes, pulled with all my might, and thought about nothing but escape.
“You will not leave me, Kimberly! You are mine, I will have you.”
She was screaming at me, neither of us willing to surrender, and neither of us would. I was stubborn, and many of the problems I had faced in life were caused by my own stubbornness, this case would be different. But seconds later, I felt as if I actually might fail. I was in too much pain.
By this point blood had started to drip down my arms where her nails dug in, and then, I blacked out. For only a moment, I felt nothing but I suddenly became overwhelmed with emotion. Faces filled my mind, Kyle, Emily, Ashleigh. They were talking to me, telling me things, but I couldn’t hear their words. Slowly I started to feel warmth fill me, and their voices started to become clear.
“"Kimberly I'm worried about you. You know we all love you.” Emily’s kind and gentle voice was the first to be heard. I felt a bit warmer, she was like a sister to me, always there for support whenever I needed it, even if was something as simple as a hug.
“Kimberly Ann Hurst…” I heard Kyle next. He had said my name the same way her had this morning during my moment of depression, “You are guilty of only one thing.. loving people too much. Why would you want to deprive the world of such a thing?”
So much warmth filled my chest now, slowly spreading out to the rest of my body.
“No! This cannot be. You are mine!” Anger filled her voice and her face.
Her hands quickly let go, as if she had been holding onto a hot object and was burned. Like lightning, she was on her feet and charged at me. But one last voice had yet to be heard.
“Kimberly you’re doing it again...” At that instant the warmth burst like an explosion, my limbs tingled and my heartbeat had become rapid, but strong. Ashleigh’s voice sent a pulse of happiness through my veins. It had felt like ages since I heard her speak, it felt good.
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“You are blaming yourself again, stop doing that. No one as put any blame on your head except you. Open your eyes and see that we all love you. There is no need for blame.” At the very moment her last words echoed in my head everything was silent again, the throbbing pain sweeping back in without pause.
The wind began to blow ferociously, billowing in my counterpart’s direction. She began to lose her footing, tripping over her own feet and tumbling backwards. As she fell, the wind swirled around her and something strange begun to happen. It was as if she was made of ash or sand, and started to blow off into the wind. Pieces of her body flew off into the swirl of air that had now completely formed around her. She made no sounds, and no attempts to fight it off. Little by little, she seemingly dispersed into a black cloud of smoke. A twister formed and spun upwards and out until there was nothing there. She was gone, thrown into the wind and carried off. A wave of relief washed over me. It was short lived however.
“You have achieved nothing! I will return, and you will not defeat me again. I shall have you!
I was overcome, falling to me knees. I screamed in agony. It hurt all over now, from head to toe. I shut my eyes tightly, causing them to tear again, and I grabbed my head. It felt like it was going to explode. All too quickly, everything went black and flowed in reverse. My sight had gone, I could not move, and the wind was fading. Everything went silent as I passed out.
3 comments:
I was directed towards this here story by a friend of my named Kim. So strange that you both are named that.
Anywho, loved it. Your leaving me itching for more.
I still say I am faster than you think I am!
kimmers! im lovin it! your amazing. honestly, i chuckled at the description of the other kimberly. love it.
cant wait for more!
You chuckled? Why =O
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