She wandered alone down an old driveway, seemingly hidden by
her hooded coat as she weaved through overgrown brambles. Her packs contents
rattled round with every movement. “Geez
if I knew this was going to be a bloody bush walk I would’ve brought me hiking
boots,” she grumbled. The overgrowth seemed to part, revealing an open
field that had long been untouched.
What stood out though was the solitary building stationed in the fields center. The girl swiftly made her way to the front entrance. “Tch locked, how unusual” she groaned in annoyance, the rust covered lock practically smirked. There was bound to be another opening as she scoped the building. “Come on there’s got to be something: a faulty back door, smashed window, secret pas…” she stopped mid thought noticing a half open window a few metres above. Jumping wasn’t an option so she had to improvise; entangled vines sprawled down near the window, like a bed of tree snakes.
Despite being short, she was very agile and scaled the vines in a matter of seconds. Sliding through the window with ease she landed in a crouched position. She rose up and checked her surroundings. The building appeared to be old factory of some sort. Steel walkways suspended mid-air, a few shipping containers and one conveyor belt through the middle, operating no more with some small boxes on it.
She descended the staircase for a closer inspection. She wiped away the thick layer of dust and froze; it was a doll box. Its little red haired doll seemed familiar yet she couldn’t remember. Suddenly a sharp pain rung through her head causing her to drop the box and clutch her head.
“We’ll be together forever…right?”
“Here, something to remember me by”
“Wait, please don’t go”
She dropped to her knees; her trance broke as she took in deep breaths. “I’ve felt this before, sudden pain and strange voices, could this be one of them?” she thought.
After she regained her footing, she unzipped her pack and placed its contents on the conveyor. There were three things: A book, a polished knife and a silver pendant shaped like a dragon.
All of these were connected somehow. It’s the reason she’s traveled, it’s the reason she’s able to sense them, yet the answer remains hidden. Her suspicions were already aroused and now she wanted poof; she removed the doll from its box and placed it next to the others. “Only one way to find out” she guessed, her eyes closed and hands held above the four items.
At first nothing happened, and then each item gave off a golden glow as she was enveloped in light.
In her mind she found herself in a familiar house, but she couldn’t make out much due to the fog. She’d noticed her body was that of a little girl, the black coat replaced by a white skirt. To her right she could make out two figures, a man and a woman side by side.
“Hey what’s going on ...?” she called.
“Come on you’re a strong girl remember, you need to stand up for yourself” the man said.
“Huh?” she replied.
“You may not see us, but we’ll stay with you…always” said the woman.
“W-what are you talking about, don’t leave me?” she stuttered as she reached for them.
The couple smiled as they faded away with the scenery.
“Wait!” cried the girl as everything around her changed, like a new film in a vintage camera.
What lay ahead was a sight that made her heart sink. She stood before the remains of a village; Houses that once flourished…nothing more than burnt timber. Her brown hairs now grey with ash.
“Is everyone gone...? Am I all alone…?” she sobbed as she covered her face with her hands.
“Why are you crying little one?” an ominous voice said from behind. The girl whirled round to see a cloaked man standing where the door was.
“Everyone is gone, I have no one” she replied.
The man grinned under his hood as he knelt down to her level.
“Then perhaps you should… forget” and everything went blank.
Her eyes opened wide, she was back in the deserted factory. On the conveyor, the items no longer glowed as she placed them together in her pack.
“It all makes sense now. These aren’t dreams, and they aren’t hallucinations… they’re memories. Memories somebody wants forgotten…and I want to know why.”
With those final words, the girl vanished into specs of light…
By Jaiden Berger