All Your Fault

I’m swirling, spinning in mid air.

There’s pressure in my head, almost as if someone’s squeezing it. I hear my name being whispered over and over again. It’s faint, but audible.

“Paisely…”

The pain gets worse and spreads to my neck. I’m suffocating. It feels like my lungs are full of water. I open my eyes and find myself in the pond, fighting against the bubbles and water surrounding me. I’m walking, breathing, living. Then, I’m drowningk, and I'm dying. There’s a tight tugging in my chest, and my whole body drags forward. At least I think its forward. The water that seems to me taunting me, fades away. Its no longer there. I’m floating. The voice whispering my name gets louder, clearer.

“Paisely…”

I’m falling. I’ve got nothing to grasp onto, nothing to focus on. I feel like I’m going down into a pit of absolutely nothing.

And then boom.

All I see is purple.

That’s what my entire mind registers as I shimmer through whatever state I was in. I had materialized in a violet coloured room. I let my mind adjust to the random change in the atmosphere. I don’t know what’s going on.
I slowly look around, surveying the room I was standing in. The walls were covered in swords, all different shapes and sizes, set up on these wooden posts. There were necklaces and jewels hanging from the walls as well. A purple balloon is tied to the end of the large double bed cramming into the room. Everything in view was purple, different shades of the violet massacre. A bed side table, lamp, dresser and a small desk was all shoved into the cramped space. A closet was beside the door and there was a leather couch up against the bed. A messy row of shoes were laid out in front of her dresser, different color Converse and Keds, mixed in with each other. The hardwood floors felt like they were burning through the soles of my shoes. But the air was chilling, almost cold. My mind is blank, fuzzy. I don’t recognize anything. Don’t know what I’m doing here.

What the fuck is going on?

I squint for a second, before I looked down. I see a girl sitting cross legged in front of me.

I know here...

There were 4 candles, around a purple one in the middle. One was yellow, one was red, one was blue, and one was green. They were formed in the shape of a compass. North, East, South and West. I shifted my gaze to the girl sitting in front of the candle circle. Her head was down, black hair cascading in front of her face, casting a shadow across her features. She was wearing a lacy black long-sleeve shirt, with a dark blue tank top underneath. Black skinny jeans clung to her legs, and her neon yellow socks peeked out from below her pant leg. Her shoulders were slumped, and she was whispering unfamiliar words under her breath. I tilt my head and continue to scan her over. If only she would lift her head... I could get a look at her.

I had a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach…

“Hello, Paisely.”

I frown, taking a step back. I feel my heart hammering in my chest, and I feel alive for an instant. But then I feel my form shimmer and I snap back to what was really going on. I take a deep breath and allow my lips to part, whispering out a few broken words.

“Y-you can hear me??”

I shudder at my voice. It sounded so alien like after being silent for so long.

The girl sitting in front of me chuckles, and turns her head upward and stares. Right. At. Me.

I feel my whole body shudder as she laughs, and then she leans back, resting on her on her hands, I feel her eyes bore into mine, and I feel steady, stable almost.

“Yes, and no. I feel your presence, but I can’t exactly hear or see you," she says.

I do a double-take. I don’t know what to make of this girl. But I’ve seen her before. I rack my brain, trying to know where I’ve seen this girl before. She seems familiar, but I can’t put my finger on where I’ve seen her before. I squeeze my eyes shut and slowly run through my normal day, and try to remember how I know this person. And that’s when it clicks in.

Science class. Biology partner. She knew when we had tests and stuff. Coincidence?

Her name scrolls through my mind.

Adoni Parks.

“Wait, I know you,” I say, taking a step toward her, wanting to reach out and touch her. She seemed so real, like she was actually there, like I was actually there. Existing.
She raises her eyebrows, a smirk playing with the corners of her lips.

“Took you long enough, smart one,” she says, before adjusting the yellow candle in the circle. She swipes her bangs away from her forehead, and raises her eyes up toward where I was awkwardly standing.

“How… Why…” I stammered. I didn’t know what to say, how to word it. So many questions were running through my mind, and yet all at once my mind was empty, bottomless. It was like my mind was a movie, and somebody had pressed stop. I didn’t like this heavy, emotionless feeling. I take a deep breath and focus on trying to word exactly what I want to ask, how to ask it, and which order to ask in. But I never get the chance.

Everything starts to flicker. The room and everything that’s apart of this image fades away, and I’m falling again back wards. I’m scrambling, trying to hold onto what seemed like reality.

“Wait! Wait! ” I scream, reaching out to what used to be Adoni smiling, now fading into black. I see her lean forward and blow out the candles that were starting to flicker violently.

“You will be back,” is the last thing I hear being said out of Adonis mouth, before I completely fade into a broken, black space.