"Her Own Little World"
I wake up; I seem to be on a cold ground, maybe dirt or even sand. Slowly I brush my fingertips lightly on ground. Opening my eyes slowly, pushing myself up with my hands. I look around to examine my surroundings, asking myself questions as they flow through my mind. Where am I? Who am I? All of these things, for some unknown reason they become most important in my mind. So I think for a moment, and the name Annabelle comes to mind. I do not know why or where it came from. But I think that is my name for everyone has a name, do they not?
I shake the thought, moving on to the next task; finding out where I am. I look around and off to my right I see a glistening lake in the distance, a heavily wooded area off to my left, not a single person in sight. I proceed to walk towards the lake, as I kneel down I gently glide the tips of my finger across the water, sending small waves flowing. Almost the same effect you see when you drop a small pebble in the water, that magnificent ripple effect it creates. Suddenly, where my fingers have just been and where they are now; the water turns blood red, almost a crimson color. With great speed, I pull my fingers out of the water, my heart racing at least one hundred beats per minute, and then like nothing ever happened, the water looks normal again.
Shaken up by recent occurrences, I proceed to stand up and go on to examine the woods. As I warily travel across the dirt- careful with my steps, assuring I do not trip over any wayward branches. Mostly, so I do not step on anything that might injure my bare feet, for I do not have any footwear. Silently I wish to myself that I do, and even after giving it my best effort to avoid such things, I step on a piece of glass. However, the glass does not penetrate the skin. As I look down, picking up my foot to ensure it isn’t bleeding or injured. I see that I am now wearing brown boots, the sight of the boots brings on a strange phenomenon, I suddenly have images flashing before me, and they are not very clear images. However, the boots are in said images except they are covered in what appears to be some kind of liquid substance. These images however, they are clouded, and do not last more than a moment.
Grateful for my new shoes, I continue on into the woods, not worrying about splinters, rocks, or shards of glass. As I enter further into the woods I stop to mark a few trees; I do not know how I know to do this. But it seems like instinct, my mind tells me to do this so I know my way back, and I do this at maybe every fourth tree. It is a beautiful day, the sun is warm, the breeze is cool, and the clouds are brilliantly white and amorphous as they should be. I look down at my white dress thinking to myself how the white of the dress, is almost as white as the clouds in the sky. But then my stomach starts to grumble, I think I am hungry my body starts to crave for food. However, I do not see any near me, so I decide to go back to where I was near the lake.
When I reach the location where I had awakened, there is not only food, but a feast. Weary of where the food had come from or rather who it had come from. I pick up an apple, the simplest of things on the table; I sniff it as if I could tell if there was poison. It seems safe, and the rest of the food is completely delicious looking. The temptation becomes too strong, so I seat myself on a bench that has been aligned with the table. I slowly fix myself a plate, and as I begin to eat, the flavors explode in my mouth. This triggers another one of the images I had experienced earlier. Except this time, I am sitting at a table much like the one I am currently seated at, the only difference being the location. This place that I saw, it seemed warm to me familiar even, as if I had been here before.
When I find myself back into what seems to be reality, I have finished all of the food on my plate. However, I find that the other food has seemingly gone missing. The table and bench were still present, just not any of the delicious food. A tad bit confused, I wonder about what has happened to the food, although this place has not been exactly normal since I woke up here. So I just try and figure out my next move. When I hear footsteps in the distance, I immediately on instinct rise from my chair. in a bit of a defensive stance, my arms firm against the two slender sides of my body. Finally grasping the ability to speak out loud, I say to the unknown creature. “Who is there?!” After that the noise takes form, through nearby bushes comes out an older woman, the woman seems harmless. She is also wearing a brilliantly white dress, almost identical to the one I myself am wearing.
I speak softly to the woman, “H-hello, do you mind me asking where we are?” unfortunately she stays silent, almost as if she cannot hear me at all. She draws closer to me finally looking up to face me; she is about two feet from me at this point. I for some reason do not feel fearful of this woman, but rather I feel safe. “Annabelle” She says softly from her very frail lips. This sends a shock through me, almost as if I had just been stabbed, or even electrocuted, not a very pleasant feeling. But even then I do not feel any reason to fear her, regardless I answer her with caution “Yes?” I say. She is delayed in her response as if she is debating something, finally she says “You need to decide, you can either stay in this world you have created for yourself, or you can return home, to the real world, just think about it, decide your own destiny, this will forever be here for you, it will fulfill your every want and need, for it is at your mercy, you are its creator. Just decide my granddaughter, I’m sure you will make the right decision in the end; however you are running-“She is cut off, disappearing into thin air.
Suddenly this world that was once beautiful starts to become a beautiful nightmare, my white dress now covered in blood, the trees around me burst into flames, the lake evaporates as it begins to downpour with rain. Where I once stood I now lay, experiencing the worst pain of my existence, I can no longer speak instead I hear the beeps of machines, the yelling of several voices none of which speaking clearly enough for me to understand. Again I feel a jolt flow through my body, and then suddenly everything goes black…
What seems like years, is only minutes later when I regain consciousness. The beeping has stopped just as the yelling fades to the tears of only one. “Where am I?” I say weakly to the woman in tears, her face displays shock. “Oh my Annabelle, you are alive! The doctors said you were gone, I thought I lost you.” She leaves the room, grabbing the attention of a man in white. They both enter back into my room. While examining me, he begins to explain what happened “Annabelle, you were in a bad car accident-“
It was like he wasn't even speaking as I was sent back into a trance, all of my memories flooding back to me, ending with the accident. When he finishes I snap back into reality. I see my mother and my doctor, I let a smile out. They are relieved as I seem to be okay, and that is when we hear a few gunshots, sending the whole floor into panic. Then without a word being spoken, the man with the gun enters my room, shooting not only my doctor but my mother. Lastly he shoots me, I am sent back into blackness, and soon I wake up, back in my own world, the world that I will spend eternity in now. My mother and deceased family members are there to welcome me back to live in forever peace in this new found world. My world.
, but I know it definitely works. My choice came down between 1 & 2 since they seemed to have the strongest understanding the style they used. Entry 2 definitely took risks and made a well constructed poem; however, Entry 1 displayed some great talent with word choice and figurative language.
Originally Posted by ★LunaLight★
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