Dream.

Wrote this for a book in the summer. Don't know how I feel about it.

I awoke on a rough ground, sprinkled with metallic sediments and red plants that resembled some type of fruit. I stretched out my arms and brushed my fingers through my tangled black hair. It was slightly longer than I remembered it being, by a few inches maybe. I yawned and breathed in an unfamiliar air. This isn't where I had fallen asleep, yet I wasn't alarmed to wake up here. There was nothing to be afraid of.
Above me were purple star lights, only they were closer and brighter than before, and shaped like sharp diamonds rather than circles. I wasn't sure if they were beautiful. I felt a drop on my head, I spun and danced expecting rain to fall. There were no clouds, there was no sun, there wasn't even a sky. Just the star lights.
A trail appeared in front of my feet, and I wandered down the path. Every step I took was illuminated with music. I played distinct melodies and harmonized with the tips of my toes. An electric frenzy of sound gathered and collided all around me. The path was thinning. A green flash up ahead caught my attention. I wasn't sure where I was going, but I knew I had to get there soon. I ran trying my best to keep my balance, as the ground had vanished except for the trail below me, getting thinner and thinner every inch forward.
"Brittany," a calm voice whistled. I kept running. I needed to be faster.
"Brittany," the same voice repeated, wanting to capture me. I wouldn't succumb. I needed to keep going, I didn't want to waste the moment.
"Brittany!" the yell sent shivers through my spine forcing me into paralysis. I was standing on the edge of the path, trying not to fall into the nothingness before me. I slowly turned my head, looking for the source of the voice.
And then I fell. I fell down into spiraling doom with nothing to catch me, but fantasy. I saw myself landing in a field of daffodils, feeling light on my skin and love in my heart. Before I knew it, there I was.
"How is this possible?" I wondered aloud. Just then I heard thunder approaching. Loud, cracking thunder. I searched but I saw no storm brewing from any direction.
THOOM!(yes, thoom) Stumbled in front of me was a creature that resembled a black panther but five times the size, and it had magnificent wings coated in an iridescent sheen. It had pure white eyes and soft teeth. Upon it's back was a boy, only he was facing the other way, forbidding me to get a good look at him.
The boy climbed down off of the gigantic animal and walked around to face me. Only, when the boy approached me he was still facing the other way.
"Let me see your face," I demanded.
"Do not worry, Brittany," the boy said once again. Why would I... or should I be worried? I felt his stare on my face, but how could that be? He wasn't looking at me. Yet his eyes saw me, not just my physical presence but everything that I am. I closed my eyes, hoping that might shut him out.
By closing my eyes, I was able to see. I saw memories, year by year, day by day, second by second. All the experiences of this boy flashed before me, a movie premiere within my mind. All of them were so brief I couldn't fully comprehend a one. I believe I saw his father, who is no longer alive. I couldn't quite grasp how he died. I saw the boy learn how to fight, but I didn't know what he was fighting. I saw a girl, she appeared quite often. Her bright green eyes and shiny golden hair stood out tremendously. I couldn't tell what their relationship to each other had been. Last, I began to see something smoking, something arising out of flames...
"Brittany!" my eyes were forced open by the sound of the boy's yell.
"I... I'm..." I thought to apologize, but I didn't feel I had actually done anything wrong. "What just happened?"
"It's this place. Here, there are no secrets. Everything is shared. Every voice, every thought, every dream, can be any ones. It's not safe here. You need to go back." His ambiguity bothered me. I hated taking guesses at what people meant, and I hated being told what to do.
"What if I don't want to go back?" I tested.
"Do not worry, Brittany," he soothed.
"Why are you repeating that?"
"As long as there is a reason to say it, I will. You have to go back. You can't be here." I thought about his words.
"How do you know my name?" I asked.
"You really don't remember, do you? This always happens. I want to try something different this time, maybe... maybe then you'll remember never to come back."
He ran away from me. I knew I was supposed to chase him, but I didn't like the idea. I held back, I wasn't the type of girl who's going to run after a boy even if he did seem intriguing. I looked down and realized I was after him. I wanted to kick myself for doing it, but it seemed something else was in control of my body. I tried to clench my knuckles but I couldn't make myself do it. For the first time since waking up here, I was afraid.
My heart was beating steadily, though I felt the current of adrenaline pull me onwards. I felt as if I was being chased, rather than chasing the boy. Emotions, logic, and sense all seemed to be in a power struggle.
Stopped. We stopped running. We stopped breathing. A single inhalation of air would destroy this feeling. I silently closed my eyes and felt the boy's connection to me, a pang hitting my chest while romantic intoxication clouded my brain. He began to turn around.
I saw him. His face. He had been hiding it so long but when I looked at him I remembered it all. I remembered all the times I had met him here. He was my all, my everything. I revisited memories of pressing my lips against his, meeting as one.

But he was trapped here. And I needed to save him.