Memories...
Posted: Thu May 03, 2007 5:53 pm
Under a large tree a girl slept peacefully. She was completely relaxed; every muscle in her body was at ease. Her arms were still as they lay across her stomach. Her only movement was her chest as her lungs filled with the fresh morning air.
It was strange for someone to be so peaceful lying under a tree in the early morning; perhaps it was even dangerous. Maybe she was sleeping so soundly because she didn’t have any disturbing memories to disturb it, then again not having memories was a nightmare itself.
But the reason she was sleeping so soundly was because of the sweet memory that was making its way back to the surface in her sleep.
It was strange for someone to be so peaceful lying under a tree in the early morning; perhaps it was even dangerous. Maybe she was sleeping so soundly because she didn’t have any disturbing memories to disturb it, then again not having memories was a nightmare itself.
But the reason she was sleeping so soundly was because of the sweet memory that was making its way back to the surface in her sleep.
While she lay under the tree her body was no longer relaxed and peaceful. She was tense and a small frown took place of the once peaceful grin. She sat up startled and covered her mouth to stop from screaming. She looked around at the people hurrying around her. Her eyes were wide and she slowly tried to stop her heavy breathing.
Dream:
She saw stood not to far away from a street full of people dancing and spinning around. She heard the happy festival music playing. It wasn’t night but it was slightly dark. The only source of light was a faint glow coming of exotic colored plants. In the middle of all the commotion a girl in a beautiful red dress that stood out from all the others. She stared at the girl who was dancing more gracefully and more beautifully than the rest. She looked familiar. She took a few steps forward to get a better look but when she approached she opened her mouth in shock; the girl was her! How strange it was to sit and watch her in a dream. She watched herself twirl around smiling. She remembered now…It was a festival. She paused as the memory of the day came flooding back. Suddenly her smile vanished, as she painfully recalled the events of the day. Almost like a strange De jah voo. She frantically searched the streets for what would happen next. Her eyes stopped on a man as he raised his bow and pointed it at her dancing in the street. She opened her mouth to scream to warn herself but nothing came out. Instead a man noticed and yelled
“Isabella!! Get down!” he yelled pushing her to the stone street. Chaos broke out with in seconds. 50 men all with bows jumped out from shops and began shooting the many innocent people standing around. Some screamed. She wanted to reach out and help a little boy whose mother just fell dead with an arrow in her back but she couldn’t move all she could do was stare at the destruction around her. When did this wonderful memory become a nightmare? She shook her head; this wasn’t a nightmare it really happened. It was a memory. Suddenly she didn’t want to remember her past. What if it was all as painful as this one? What if they were all bad memories?