< It's cold. That's how night works. The beach you are on is not lightless. Like home.
< It was dawn before. When you woke. That's how time works. You did not understand where you were.
< It hurt to stand. That's how exhaustion works. You struggled to get up before beginning to wander further inland, to try and find home.
< The heat blinded and stung. That's how the sun works. You headed forward until you saw houses alongside the water and beach. Almost like home.
< There was movement ahead, people seeing and rushing forward. That's how life and curiosity works. They stopped when they reached you, extending their hands.
< However. The strange ones only had arms to reach to you for, only legs to run to you on.
< You extended out your limbs to them, opened your mouth to ask where you are, why you're on a beach you cannot recognise-
< They freeze. The people stop and draw their hands away, their feet already ready to run.
< They do not recognise you as one similar to their kind, their strange, four-limbed existence, their flightless lives.
< The strange ones panic. They speak static to you, rising to show how they are afraid.
< You continue to reach, to ask, to understand. The closest figure raises their fists.
< You scream and fall back. That is how injury and pain work.
< You.
< Turn. And run.
< You do not stop running. Not for a second. This is how fear works.
< ...
< It's cold. That's how water works. It splashes against you, over you, around you. It's.... comforting.
< ...
< You realise.
< You do not know where you are.
< You do not know how to get home.
< You cannot remember where home is.
< You....
< Cannot remember home.
< You are alone, without name nor family nor memory nor home.
< This is how life will work from now on.
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I was digging in a box of my old monster high stuff to try and find clothes i can put my custom doll in until i get around to making her some myself, and i found this:
One of the little diaries that comes with the dolls!
I brought it upstairs with the clothes i snatched and decided to read it, mainly out of guilt for never doing so when i was little.
I didnt expect to cry. i want to go and find all the ones i had and read them now. it feels silly to cry at something like this but i did! it honestly really reassured me about life and stuff. too much has been going on right now and what it said was just really good for me i guess.
I'm so glad these were given to kids. i wonder how many other people they brought comfort to. i wish i read them when i was younger, but i'm glad i read it now.
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