Black Voids and Red Rain
The crisp breeze of the forest felt nice on my skin. My long honey colored hair was blown towards the left as I stared out into a small lake in the forest. I don’t know how or when I got there - I guess I just appeared at some point in time.
The forest, no matter which is always so peaceful, so calming, so exhilarating, but there was something special and distinctive about this one. Being there, listening to the bird chirps, glancing down at the multi - colored flowers that covered the forest floor, the familiar scent of pine trees and ferns drifting through the air, I felt at peace. It felt as if everything was well in the world, and nothing could hurt me there. Everything was so still and serene, yet I could feel that the forest was alive somehow.
I heard a rustling in some bushes nearby, and a small fawn emerged from the foliage. It’s brown fur was speckled with white flecks, like snow had just been sprinkled on top of it. It was considerably graceful and elegant for being so young and skinny - it looked like it could just tip over at any moment. Instead of retreating clumsily back into the forest like I expected it to once it looked up and saw me, it hobbled around in the bushes and piles of leaves on the ground, and then walked a few feet forward with perfect balance.
The little fawn’s ears flicked up and it tilted it’s head to the side. I couldn’t tell if it was fearful or curious, because it was neither frozen in place or stepping up to me, just staring at me through gorgeous hazel eyes.
“Hello, baby deer,” I said, not knowing what to do. Slowly but surely, the fawn took one step with it’s right foot, and then another with it’s left. It made its way towards me until it was only inches away. I didn’t dare move, because I didn’t want to scare it away.
It stared at me again for a few more moments before walking up and sniffing me. I was holding my breath, holding as still as I possibly could.
“Pet me,” a silvery voice cooed. I couldn’t tell if I was hearing things or this actually was someone speaking to me.
“Pet me,” The same voice repeated.
“Excuse me?” I said, turning around and searching the grounds and treetops for someone that could be talking to me. Looking down confused at the little fawn, it started back up at me with innocent eyes.
“Pet me,” the voice said, and right away, I knew who was speaking to me - the fawn. It was almost telepathically, because the deer wasn't actually speaking out loud. I reached down and rubbed the top of its head. It seemed to smile - or at least the closest thing a deer can get to smiling - and nuzzled into my leg.
I spent the next ten minutes petting the deer, for several reasons. Its velvety-textured fur felt soft and silky under my fingers, but I also didn't know what would happen if I stopped. After all, the deer basically called out to me to pet it, and I felt like anything could happen in this serene, yet mysterious forest. For all I knew, the deer could turn out to be a demon.
All of the sudden, the deer’s head snapped to the left. It saw something coming, and I could feel trembling vibrations. Something was heading right towards me and the deer, but I could't tell what it was. It looked like a giant blob of darkness, like a hole or void in the world.
The deer ran off, and I was left with two things - my legs, and my gut instinct telling them to move, to run as fast as they could. My heart pounded in my chest as my adrenaline started to spike.
I sprinted as fast as I could into the forest, the opposite direction of the large blob of black heading towards me. I turned around to get a better look at it once I was deep into the forest and pretty much lost. I noticed that it was still coming towards me, steadily increasing in size and speed. If I wasn't its target before, there was no doubt that I was now.
I continued running, trying not the run into any trees, who now looked taunting and eerie instead of beautiful and tranquil. I didn't crash into anything, but I can't say I didn't trip once or twice over random tree roots or bushes. I finally (after what seemed like an eternity) reached an odd clearing in the forest. The now uncanny pine trees towered up over me, and I realized that the previously sunny sky was now dark and covered in clouds.
Bending over and putting my hands on my knees, I could still hear rumbling sounds coming from deep within the forest. It seemed far away from what I could tell.
I stood up straight again, taking my hands off my legs. My right palm was covered in blood, and I realized that there was a nasty cut, a few scratches, and some slowly forming bruises on my kneecap and thigh, probably from the times I had tripped. My other leg was in better shape than my right, but it was still pretty banged up.
The blood ran down my shin and onto the forest ground. It had started to rain, so I sat on the ground and let the heavy droplets wash it away. Picking up a yellow-green leaf from the ground, I started to wipe the excess blood away from the cut and press the odd-shaped leaf on the source of the blood to stop the flow.
After a little bit, I took it off, and the leaf crippled down and fell like ashes to the ground. It was fairly flexible and resilient before I had used it, and it definitely wasn’t crunchy when I had pressed it to my would. Yet another weird thing to keep track of.
The dark blob was back, much, much bigger than in had been before, and it was absolutely terrible. It was swallowing the trees up as they disappeared in its blackness, and I was next to be engulfed in the darkness. I tried to get up, but as I looked down, the (shards?) of leaf that had fallen to the ground from my hand had begun spreading, turning a deep red color and bounding my legs to the ground. The small red pieces of leaf had formed strands of rope and were interwoven with each other, growing into the ground after my legs were completely covered in the stands and stuck.
“HELP!” I screamed, as loud as I could. The loud noise and hole of black was getting closer. “ANYBODY!”
Rain drops were coming down heavy on my face, and I was almost fully wet. To make things worse, it wasn't water I was covered in. It was raining blood, and I was drenched in it.
The forest was closing in around me, causing my claustrophobia to kick in. Great. Even better.
The tree's leafs became red like the one I had used on my cut. They, also, were intertwined with each other, forming a blockade above me so I could no longer see the sky. The strands of little leaf pieces were now shooting up all around me, multiplying by the second.
The noise got closer, and I realized that it was over. There was nothing I could do. The noise was hovering above me, but below the canopy the leaves had created , and I knew what it was as soon as I saw it. I finally stopped fighting the war that I could never win and submitted to death.
“Ember! EMBER! WAKE UP!” a voice blared loudly. I immediately jolted awake, sweat dripping down the side of my face. The blanket that was on my bed was laying on the floor and my pillow was at the end of my bed. “What happened to you?” My twin sister, Talla, asked.
“I don’t know," I responded, sleepily groaning. “Must’ve been a dream.” I didn't feel like telling Talla about my nightmare, so I just shook it off and acted like I was fine.
An image of the red leaves flashed through my mind, and I must have flinched because Talla asked if I was okay. My mind was screaming, NO! I'M NOWHERE NEAR OKAY!, but I just told her I was a little cold.
“Well, today is our Color Day! AND BIRTHDAY!” she exclaims loudly.
Every year, many people are assigned a color on their eighteenth birthday. There are only two colors - Red and Blue - and they are each represented by a different symbol. That symbol is tattooed on their wrist permanently. People that are assigned as a Red are called “Reds”, and their symbol is a ball of fire, and people that are called “Blues” receive a pair of angel wings as their tattoo.The colors and tattoos aren’t just for shits and giggles, though. After people get their color and symbol, they live on Earth for another two years before being sent to wherever their tattoo indicates. Blues go to Heaven, and Reds go to Hell.
“Hurry up and get ready! I mean, we already know we’re going to Heaven, but still hurry! I’m so excited!” Talla exclaimed, her thoughts bouncing back and forth. “By the way, wear something blue, to show our Blue pride!”
“Okay, Tal, calm down. Give me a few seconds so I can actually get something productive done, without you bugging me,” I replied groggily with a hint of sarcasm in my voice. Talla laughed and walked out of the room.
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Grumpy Pants, I’ll try to contain myself,” Talla said once she’s walked out of the door. I didn’t have the energy to try and respond back, so I just let out a low mumble.
The dream I had just had horrified and frightened me, and I could still feel my heart pounding in my chest. When I tried to get up to walk, I realized that my legs were trembling, and I had to sit back down on my bed. I tried taking deep breaths, but my breathing was staggered and uneven. All I could think about was the dark void and the red leaves, not to mention the blood rain.
Closing my eyes, I imagined my boyfriend hugging me, and replayed the good memories I had with my friends and sister in my head. I knew it was going to be okay, and I would forget about this by tonight, but my mind still raced.
"BOO!" Someone yelled in my ear, and I felt hands on my shoulder. I screamed and immediately jumped up, spinning around to see what had just happened. Talla was sitting on my bed, laughing hysterically.
"That was NOT FUNNY!" I yell, my voice shaky. "Never, NEVER, do that again!" I guess I couldn't handle my nightmare and Talla's scaring me, because I dropped to the floor and started crying.
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