Waww (: .. ok so here Du go
As I came through the light as sense of relief swept over me, I was finally going somewhere other than a dead Weltraum of darkness. My golden light still clung to every inch of me as I walked further out into this new space. I was hoping that any Minute now I would wake up in a hospital bett with Mum and Dad looking over me, but even I knew that it was way past that. All that was left to do now was keep on walking and follow my instincts to guide me out of this strange dream world. A took one last glimpse over my shoulder as I realised a single strand of liquid light kept me connected to the core as I walked further out. In doing this, Mehr and Mehr of this strange place came into view and I soon realised I was walking down a corridor. Just like any other, it had rows upon rows of plain doors with golden handles lined down the hall, twisting onwards. Unknown to where I was heading, I carried on stumbling down the corridor with cold toes due to the stone floor against my bare feet. I had no idea where this was taking me but I felt a force pulling me onwards as my hair become knotted and sweat collected across my forehead. Blisters stung my feet, making them red raw as I dragged them across the stones desperately. Both my hands touched either side of the hall as I tripped over and scrambled back up.
I couldn’t go on, it was too hard. I fell to the floor in a pile, panting. I tried to push myself up but my elbows buckled and my head cracked as it took the impact of the floor. My eyes welled up and I couldn’t hold it in any longer. A shaky sob erupted from my chest as I spluttered and sniffed across the stones while I hugged my knees closer. I ended up in a tight ball leaning against the Wand with my head in my knees. How did I end up here? In this bizarre and hideous realm of pure torture. No-one to hold me, no-one to tell me it’s going to be ok. I was abandoned, Lost and lonely. Please, I prayed, please save me. I… I miss you. A name came to mind. Will.
Will… I’d heard that before. Where, where had I heard it? I tried to remember but it was fuzzy. I pushed my memory further, searching for something more. His face. Thick, auburn hair. A glowing complexion. I remember. Will. Will Bailey. His deep, warm eyes that shone, they shone with a radiance only Will had. They used to see straight through me, into my heart. My soul. Dylan. Dylan had my soul, my heart, my everything. He was my everything. No-one would Liebe Dylan as much as I loved him. My herz thudded with longing for his voice and touch. His golden light.
That was all it took for me. The thought of two people that I would do anything for. My confidence slowly crawled back to me and I grasped it with everything I had. I pushed from the ground and followed the corridor with my hands. One last push, for them, for everything. I had an overwhelming feeling of power as I put one foot in front of the other, determination surged through me and powered my feet. I passed door after door, Wand after wall. Nothing. No end, no turn, nothing. I was debating whether to turn back and head to the core again but I suddenly passed a door and stopped. I did a double take on this particular door but it was just like every other door I passed. Nothing special, nothing different. I turned to look at my strand of Gold that still attached itself to me but it was straining towards the handle. I walked back towards it and placed my hand on the door. My hand burned through with a shimmering Gold light and as I whipped my hand away, the outline faded and the door went back to normal. I pressed it back on and slowly my hand disappeared into the door. I stepped towards it, pushing my other hand in. Stunned, I pushed a foot through and took a step onto the other side which was followed Von my other foot. My head finally came through and I expected it to be another wise, open space. It wasn’t. It was another corridor. Lovely! I walked towards the first door, expecting it to be plain, but it wasn’t. It had a golden banner attached and with bold letters it read:
BIRTH – 3 MAY 1992
That… that was my birthday. I looked over to another door but this time it read:
CHRISTINING – 25 NOVEMBER 1992
Once again, my christening date. This was getting weird. I quickened my pace and door after door passed me. FIRST STEPS, FIRST Tag AT SCHOOL, FIRST BIKE. All with the exact dates. I kept running as each door passed me but there was one door that stood out to me:
DYLAN’S DEATH – 13 NOVEMBER 2009
It was there. His death. I traced my fingers across the banner, feeling the indents of the text. I slowly spread my fingers and they melted into the wood again. Each time pushing something Mehr through my anticipation spiked and my stomach did nervous flips. As the room in front of me cleared I was stunned. The whole room was that dead Weltraum again but a small schreibtisch stood clearly in the centre. Something was playing in the background but it wasn’t until I tuned in that I realised what I was listening to.
It was our last convocation on the phone:
‘Did I mention how sexy she was?’
‘Are Du almost home?’
‘Yes, I can see it from here.’
‘Aislinn? Are Du there?’
‘Yes. Will Du visit tomorrow?’
‘I will come down---‘
Then it was his earth-shattering scream and the phone went dead.
Silence rung through me. I swore that I would never want to hear that again but hearing it tore me apart all over again. I wanted to sob but I held them back, determined to seek out what this was. I gradually took shaky steps towards the schreibtisch and I scrap of paper was pinned to it. I took it in two hands a read the print:
Losing him tore Du apart
But will he always belong in your heart
gegeben the chance to have him here
Would it give Du happy tears?
Time is a precious thing
But here we could bring back your king
Use the clog and turn it twice
For here Du have the seeds of time.
As I came through the light as sense of relief swept over me, I was finally going somewhere other than a dead Weltraum of darkness. My golden light still clung to every inch of me as I walked further out into this new space. I was hoping that any Minute now I would wake up in a hospital bett with Mum and Dad looking over me, but even I knew that it was way past that. All that was left to do now was keep on walking and follow my instincts to guide me out of this strange dream world. A took one last glimpse over my shoulder as I realised a single strand of liquid light kept me connected to the core as I walked further out. In doing this, Mehr and Mehr of this strange place came into view and I soon realised I was walking down a corridor. Just like any other, it had rows upon rows of plain doors with golden handles lined down the hall, twisting onwards. Unknown to where I was heading, I carried on stumbling down the corridor with cold toes due to the stone floor against my bare feet. I had no idea where this was taking me but I felt a force pulling me onwards as my hair become knotted and sweat collected across my forehead. Blisters stung my feet, making them red raw as I dragged them across the stones desperately. Both my hands touched either side of the hall as I tripped over and scrambled back up.
I couldn’t go on, it was too hard. I fell to the floor in a pile, panting. I tried to push myself up but my elbows buckled and my head cracked as it took the impact of the floor. My eyes welled up and I couldn’t hold it in any longer. A shaky sob erupted from my chest as I spluttered and sniffed across the stones while I hugged my knees closer. I ended up in a tight ball leaning against the Wand with my head in my knees. How did I end up here? In this bizarre and hideous realm of pure torture. No-one to hold me, no-one to tell me it’s going to be ok. I was abandoned, Lost and lonely. Please, I prayed, please save me. I… I miss you. A name came to mind. Will.
Will… I’d heard that before. Where, where had I heard it? I tried to remember but it was fuzzy. I pushed my memory further, searching for something more. His face. Thick, auburn hair. A glowing complexion. I remember. Will. Will Bailey. His deep, warm eyes that shone, they shone with a radiance only Will had. They used to see straight through me, into my heart. My soul. Dylan. Dylan had my soul, my heart, my everything. He was my everything. No-one would Liebe Dylan as much as I loved him. My herz thudded with longing for his voice and touch. His golden light.
That was all it took for me. The thought of two people that I would do anything for. My confidence slowly crawled back to me and I grasped it with everything I had. I pushed from the ground and followed the corridor with my hands. One last push, for them, for everything. I had an overwhelming feeling of power as I put one foot in front of the other, determination surged through me and powered my feet. I passed door after door, Wand after wall. Nothing. No end, no turn, nothing. I was debating whether to turn back and head to the core again but I suddenly passed a door and stopped. I did a double take on this particular door but it was just like every other door I passed. Nothing special, nothing different. I turned to look at my strand of Gold that still attached itself to me but it was straining towards the handle. I walked back towards it and placed my hand on the door. My hand burned through with a shimmering Gold light and as I whipped my hand away, the outline faded and the door went back to normal. I pressed it back on and slowly my hand disappeared into the door. I stepped towards it, pushing my other hand in. Stunned, I pushed a foot through and took a step onto the other side which was followed Von my other foot. My head finally came through and I expected it to be another wise, open space. It wasn’t. It was another corridor. Lovely! I walked towards the first door, expecting it to be plain, but it wasn’t. It had a golden banner attached and with bold letters it read:
BIRTH – 3 MAY 1992
That… that was my birthday. I looked over to another door but this time it read:
CHRISTINING – 25 NOVEMBER 1992
Once again, my christening date. This was getting weird. I quickened my pace and door after door passed me. FIRST STEPS, FIRST Tag AT SCHOOL, FIRST BIKE. All with the exact dates. I kept running as each door passed me but there was one door that stood out to me:
DYLAN’S DEATH – 13 NOVEMBER 2009
It was there. His death. I traced my fingers across the banner, feeling the indents of the text. I slowly spread my fingers and they melted into the wood again. Each time pushing something Mehr through my anticipation spiked and my stomach did nervous flips. As the room in front of me cleared I was stunned. The whole room was that dead Weltraum again but a small schreibtisch stood clearly in the centre. Something was playing in the background but it wasn’t until I tuned in that I realised what I was listening to.
It was our last convocation on the phone:
‘Did I mention how sexy she was?’
‘Are Du almost home?’
‘Yes, I can see it from here.’
‘Aislinn? Are Du there?’
‘Yes. Will Du visit tomorrow?’
‘I will come down---‘
Then it was his earth-shattering scream and the phone went dead.
Silence rung through me. I swore that I would never want to hear that again but hearing it tore me apart all over again. I wanted to sob but I held them back, determined to seek out what this was. I gradually took shaky steps towards the schreibtisch and I scrap of paper was pinned to it. I took it in two hands a read the print:
Losing him tore Du apart
But will he always belong in your heart
gegeben the chance to have him here
Would it give Du happy tears?
Time is a precious thing
But here we could bring back your king
Use the clog and turn it twice
For here Du have the seeds of time.
Waww (: .. ok so here Du go
As I came through the light as sense of relief swept over me, I was finally going somewhere other than a dead Weltraum of darkness. My golden light still clung to every inch of me as I walked further out into this new space. I was hoping that any Minute now I would wake up in a hospital bett with Mum and Dad looking over me, but even I knew that it was way past that. All that was left to do now was keep on walking and follow my instincts to guide me out of this strange dream world. A took one last glimpse over my shoulder as I realised a single strand of liquid light kept me connected to the core as I walked further out. In doing this, Mehr and Mehr of this strange place came into view and I soon realised I was walking down a corridor. Just like any other, it had rows upon rows of plain doors with golden handles lined down the hall, twisting onwards. Unknown to where I was heading, I carried on stumbling down the corridor with cold toes due to the stone floor against my bare feet. I had no idea where this was taking me but I felt a force pulling me onwards as my hair become knotted and sweat collected across my forehead. Blisters stung my feet, making them red raw as I dragged them across the stones desperately. Both my hands touched either side of the hall as I tripped over and scrambled back up.
I couldn’t go on, it was too hard. I fell to the floor in a pile, panting. I tried to push myself up but my elbows buckled and my head cracked as it took the impact of the floor. My eyes welled up and I couldn’t hold it in any longer. A shaky sob erupted from my chest as I spluttered and sniffed across the stones while I hugged my knees closer. I ended up in a tight ball leaning against the Wand with my head in my knees. How did I end up here? In this bizarre and hideous realm of pure torture. No-one to hold me, no-one to tell me it’s going to be ok. I was abandoned, Lost and lonely. Please, I prayed, please save me. I… I miss you. A name came to mind. Will.
Will… I’d heard that before. Where, where had I heard it? I tried to remember but it was fuzzy. I pushed my memory further, searching for something more. His face. Thick, auburn hair. A glowing complexion. I remember. Will. Will Bailey. His deep, warm eyes that shone, they shone with a radiance only Will had. They used to see straight through me, into my heart. My soul. Dylan. Dylan had my soul, my heart, my everything. He was my everything. No-one would Liebe Dylan as much as I loved him. My herz thudded with longing for his voice and touch. His golden light.
That was all it took for me. The thought of two people that I would do anything for. My confidence slowly crawled back to me and I grasped it with everything I had. I pushed from the ground and followed the corridor with my hands. One last push, for them, for everything. I had an overwhelming feeling of power as I put one foot in front of the other, determination surged through me and powered my feet. I passed door after door, Wand after wall. Nothing. No end, no turn, nothing. I was debating whether to turn back and head to the core again but I suddenly passed a door and stopped. I did a double take on this particular door but it was just like every other door I passed. Nothing special, nothing different. I turned to look at my strand of Gold that still attached itself to me but it was straining towards the handle. I walked back towards it and placed my hand on the door. My hand burned through with a shimmering Gold light and as I whipped my hand away, the outline faded and the door went back to normal. I pressed it back on and slowly my hand disappeared into the door. I stepped towards it, pushing my other hand in. Stunned, I pushed a foot through and took a step onto the other side which was followed Von my other foot. My head finally came through and I expected it to be another wise, open space. It wasn’t. It was another corridor. Lovely! I walked towards the first door, expecting it to be plain, but it wasn’t. It had a golden banner attached and with bold letters it read:
BIRTH – 3 MAY 1992
That… that was my birthday. I looked over to another door but this time it read:
CHRISTINING – 25 NOVEMBER 1992
Once again, my christening date. This was getting weird. I quickened my pace and door after door passed me. FIRST STEPS, FIRST Tag AT SCHOOL, FIRST BIKE. All with the exact dates. I kept running as each door passed me but there was one door that stood out to me:
DYLAN’S DEATH – 13 NOVEMBER 2009
It was there. His death. I traced my fingers across the banner, feeling the indents of the text. I slowly spread my fingers and they melted into the wood again. Each time pushing something Mehr through my anticipation spiked and my stomach did nervous flips. As the room in front of me cleared I was stunned. The whole room was that dead Weltraum again but a small schreibtisch stood clearly in the centre. Something was playing in the background but it wasn’t until I tuned in that I realised what I was listening to.
It was our last convocation on the phone:
‘Did I mention how sexy she was?’
‘Are Du almost home?’
‘Yes, I can see it from here.’
‘Aislinn? Are Du there?’
‘Yes. Will Du visit tomorrow?’
‘I will come down---‘
Then it was his earth-shattering scream and the phone went dead.
Silence rung through me. I swore that I would never want to hear that again but hearing it tore me apart all over again. I wanted to sob but I held them back, determined to seek out what this was. I gradually took shaky steps towards the schreibtisch and I scrap of paper was pinned to it. I took it in two hands a read the print:
Losing him tore Du apart
But will he always belong in your heart
gegeben the chance to have him here
Would it give Du happy tears?
Time is a precious thing
But here we could bring back your king
Use the clog and turn it twice
For here Du have the seeds of time.
As I came through the light as sense of relief swept over me, I was finally going somewhere other than a dead Weltraum of darkness. My golden light still clung to every inch of me as I walked further out into this new space. I was hoping that any Minute now I would wake up in a hospital bett with Mum and Dad looking over me, but even I knew that it was way past that. All that was left to do now was keep on walking and follow my instincts to guide me out of this strange dream world. A took one last glimpse over my shoulder as I realised a single strand of liquid light kept me connected to the core as I walked further out. In doing this, Mehr and Mehr of this strange place came into view and I soon realised I was walking down a corridor. Just like any other, it had rows upon rows of plain doors with golden handles lined down the hall, twisting onwards. Unknown to where I was heading, I carried on stumbling down the corridor with cold toes due to the stone floor against my bare feet. I had no idea where this was taking me but I felt a force pulling me onwards as my hair become knotted and sweat collected across my forehead. Blisters stung my feet, making them red raw as I dragged them across the stones desperately. Both my hands touched either side of the hall as I tripped over and scrambled back up.
I couldn’t go on, it was too hard. I fell to the floor in a pile, panting. I tried to push myself up but my elbows buckled and my head cracked as it took the impact of the floor. My eyes welled up and I couldn’t hold it in any longer. A shaky sob erupted from my chest as I spluttered and sniffed across the stones while I hugged my knees closer. I ended up in a tight ball leaning against the Wand with my head in my knees. How did I end up here? In this bizarre and hideous realm of pure torture. No-one to hold me, no-one to tell me it’s going to be ok. I was abandoned, Lost and lonely. Please, I prayed, please save me. I… I miss you. A name came to mind. Will.
Will… I’d heard that before. Where, where had I heard it? I tried to remember but it was fuzzy. I pushed my memory further, searching for something more. His face. Thick, auburn hair. A glowing complexion. I remember. Will. Will Bailey. His deep, warm eyes that shone, they shone with a radiance only Will had. They used to see straight through me, into my heart. My soul. Dylan. Dylan had my soul, my heart, my everything. He was my everything. No-one would Liebe Dylan as much as I loved him. My herz thudded with longing for his voice and touch. His golden light.
That was all it took for me. The thought of two people that I would do anything for. My confidence slowly crawled back to me and I grasped it with everything I had. I pushed from the ground and followed the corridor with my hands. One last push, for them, for everything. I had an overwhelming feeling of power as I put one foot in front of the other, determination surged through me and powered my feet. I passed door after door, Wand after wall. Nothing. No end, no turn, nothing. I was debating whether to turn back and head to the core again but I suddenly passed a door and stopped. I did a double take on this particular door but it was just like every other door I passed. Nothing special, nothing different. I turned to look at my strand of Gold that still attached itself to me but it was straining towards the handle. I walked back towards it and placed my hand on the door. My hand burned through with a shimmering Gold light and as I whipped my hand away, the outline faded and the door went back to normal. I pressed it back on and slowly my hand disappeared into the door. I stepped towards it, pushing my other hand in. Stunned, I pushed a foot through and took a step onto the other side which was followed Von my other foot. My head finally came through and I expected it to be another wise, open space. It wasn’t. It was another corridor. Lovely! I walked towards the first door, expecting it to be plain, but it wasn’t. It had a golden banner attached and with bold letters it read:
BIRTH – 3 MAY 1992
That… that was my birthday. I looked over to another door but this time it read:
CHRISTINING – 25 NOVEMBER 1992
Once again, my christening date. This was getting weird. I quickened my pace and door after door passed me. FIRST STEPS, FIRST Tag AT SCHOOL, FIRST BIKE. All with the exact dates. I kept running as each door passed me but there was one door that stood out to me:
DYLAN’S DEATH – 13 NOVEMBER 2009
It was there. His death. I traced my fingers across the banner, feeling the indents of the text. I slowly spread my fingers and they melted into the wood again. Each time pushing something Mehr through my anticipation spiked and my stomach did nervous flips. As the room in front of me cleared I was stunned. The whole room was that dead Weltraum again but a small schreibtisch stood clearly in the centre. Something was playing in the background but it wasn’t until I tuned in that I realised what I was listening to.
It was our last convocation on the phone:
‘Did I mention how sexy she was?’
‘Are Du almost home?’
‘Yes, I can see it from here.’
‘Aislinn? Are Du there?’
‘Yes. Will Du visit tomorrow?’
‘I will come down---‘
Then it was his earth-shattering scream and the phone went dead.
Silence rung through me. I swore that I would never want to hear that again but hearing it tore me apart all over again. I wanted to sob but I held them back, determined to seek out what this was. I gradually took shaky steps towards the schreibtisch and I scrap of paper was pinned to it. I took it in two hands a read the print:
Losing him tore Du apart
But will he always belong in your heart
gegeben the chance to have him here
Would it give Du happy tears?
Time is a precious thing
But here we could bring back your king
Use the clog and turn it twice
For here Du have the seeds of time.