The way out of nowhere

“Finding peace to escape the hate
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But with peace there will be loneliness
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As she tries to prevent her fate
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She only creates a bigger mess

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The trees they whisper, so does the wind
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But He has created fear in dreams
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She has loved and she has sinned
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And now she must follow her own screams”
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A girl, who has been trapped in some kind of empty world, tries to find her way out, or simply find some people. While doing this, she meets Noah and finds weird letters who may be her way to home.

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2. The beginning of an ending

When I looked out of the window, everything seemed so peaceful and silent. Maybe if I really tried, I could convince myself that someone was walking across the street or that when I walked outside I would hear birds singing. But if I did that, I’d end up crazy. And that’s not a good thing to be here. Actually even if I was home, there wouldn’t be any birds singing because it was winter. Okay, I couldn’t really know that but I figured it out when the first snow started to fall. It is weird how something that you used to love, so quickly can turn into something you hate. When I was a kid, I used to love snow, and winter was my favorite season. Now, I just knew that another year had past.

I sighed and stood up because sitting down in the same old rocking chair can get kind of boring. I walked into the bathroom – not because I needed to go to the bathroom but because I wanted to check something yet another time. I walked in, carefully shut the door and looked in the mirror. Nothing. No colors, no bathroom, no me. In the mirror there wasn’t anything else but nothing. And nothing was silver with a slice of green. Well at least I knew which color a mirror has. Not that I could use it to anything. Right now I simply wished to read a book or watch television or something. But on the pages there wouldn’t be anything written and in the television there wouldn’t be anything shown.

“Come with me, you said. It will be paradise, you said,” I mumbled for myself, while putting on my jacket and walking outside. Nope, no birds singing and no person walking across the street. Of course. 

“I should be listening to my mom some more,” I walked down the street, looking around in my neighborhood, “She’d probably tell me not to follow a stranger. Well, too late mom. I already did.” 

And oh, I just hated that stranger. I hated that stranger more than I hated being here. And that’s only because that stranger was him.

But though all the emptiness, this place could be nice. I’d been spending my last few years walking around in this small town with about twenty houses and a beautiful park in the middle. Around the village, there was a huge forest surrounding it completely. I had never been into the forest at night, because at night I could hear things. Things that I never thought I would hear. It was probably just my imagination but it felt like the wind was whispering things like; “come in here” and “don’t be afraid”. Just by thinking of it, brings me tears in my eyes. But it was only at night, when I was lying in my bed, that I could hear it. I knew that it was coming from the forest. At night, that forest was filled with the kind of evil that I normally would stay away from. Unfortunately, I wasn’t normal anymore. And the letter had told me something.

Now, I’m probably confusing you so I’ll have to explain a bit. When I first arrived at this place, I woke up in the forest at night. There wasn’t anything else around me besides a black letter. And in that letter stood;

 

“I know you, I know you’ll stay

But trust me, you should run away

- him

 

And because the letter told me to, I ran away and found this village, which I had been living in for two years now, if I remember correctly. It was the night after that, I started hearing the voices. And for that I’m grateful even though I still hate him.

Since that I hadn’t been receiving any letters until today where I woke up with a poem written on white paper next to me;

 

“Finding peace to escape the hate

But with peace there will be loneliness

As she tries to prevent her fate

She only creates a bigger mess

 

The trees they whisper, so does the wind

But He has created fear in dreams

She has loved and she has sinned

And now she must follow her own screams”

 

It didn’t take long before I knew what the letter was about; Me. I’ve sinned and I followed him because of all the people who hated me. Oh, and my ‘screams’ must have meant my fear of the forest... Yeah, I was so going to die. Probably from some kind of demon or maybe the trees turned alive trying to eat me. A shiver ran down my spine and I shook my head.

“Think about something else,” I said just to break the silence, “Think about your dream, yeah, think about that. You liked your dream tonight. That’s a good sign”

Generally I didn’t want to sleep because of all my nightmares. I hated how I, as the only necessary thing, had to sleep. I didn’t have to go to the toilet and I didn’t have to eat. Okay, the last thing would be kind of impossible since there were no animals in this world. But that’s off topic, what I wanted to say was that this night I had a good dream. I dreamt that I woke up in my own house and the television was on. My mom walked into the room telling me that it was a miracle that I was back. She didn’t hate me, nobody did. And my dad…

Yet again, I shook my head. “Why can’t I ever think about something good?!”

I reached the park and sat down on the nearest bench as the first tears started running down my chins. There wasn’t anything good anymore. And it was all my fault.   

I sat on the bench until the sun was setting. I didn’t really think of anything, I was just sitting there, looking around and enjoying every little sound that I was lucky to hear. I was use to that now, you know, listening. It was kind of the only thing to do when you couldn’t read a book and there was nobody to talk with. And when you’ve used about two years with just listening, then you get really, like really, good at it. Believe me or not, but I could almost hear how the snowflakes fell to the ground and how the old houses around me creaked every time there came just a little gust of wind. It calmed me down, listening to the sounds of silence. I almost didn’t regret spending my last two years in this world of nothing. It was very peaceful just sitting here on the bench, watching the sunset and hearing every single time the world moved.

“But the sun is almost gone…” I mumbled and stood up, “I have to be in the forest before that.”

And then I walked into the forest. The snow was already like a thick white quilt and the trees didn’t have any green leaves on them anymore. With the red and orange sky that follows with the sunset, the forest was beautiful to be in but even with the beauty of the nature, I was surprised how I didn’t even hesitate. I wanted to hesitate or the part of me that still was keeping some sort of common sense wanted. But my legs just started moving the second I stood up even though I feared what could happen. Somehow my body already then knew that it was the right thing to do. For both me and… Oh wait, you don’t know about Noah yet. Don’t worry, he’ll appear soon.

When I had been walking for maybe about an hour I realized that I had no idea where I was. I was lost. It was also there I realized that the sun had left me. I quickly stopped walking and looked around in what I expected to be complete darkness. But the whiteness of the snow helped me and after few seconds I could see. But I didn’t want to see. I didn’t want to see how the trees now were leaning towards me with their hands of death. I didn’t want to see how the demons of the dark danced in circles around me. I didn’t want see my teardrops fall from my cheek and down in the snow. But what I saw wasn’t the worst part – It was what I heard. I heard a wind whose whisper was like a thousand needles stitched into my skin, still the whisper itself was alluring and begging. It wanted me to come closer, to what I wasn’t sure about. Even though I was terrified and knew that my end was near, my curiosity controlled my body and my stupendous legs started walking again. The wind became more and more chaotic; it wanted me to walk further.

Don’t be afraid… Come closer… I won’t hurt you…

I continued walking with the fear growing inside of me.

Keep walking… Don’t be afraid.

My heart was beating as if it was trying to jump out of my chest. I didn’t stop.

Yes, closer. You’re almost there. Don’t be afraid.

The whisper disappeared and so did the wind.

And right in front of me, he lied in the snow.

 

Noah

 

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