Hello readers! Here is chapter 2, I read the comments and I will try to add more details and descriptions. I agree that the prologue was too short, so I made this chapter a lot longer. :D And to the people who gave suggestions.... Thanks for the advice! And, by the way, the beginning is kind of creepy (At least I thought so.), but it gives insight to what Alexander is like! Enjoy!
The breeze was cool and refreshing, it swept through the land, alive, free and happily. The land it swept through was heavy with tall monstrous trees that are at least 100 to 300 ft tall, they seem to be oaks, with big green leaves and dark brown trunks.
The land was also thick with blooming flowers of all colors. Wild roses, tulips, sunflowers, morning glories, daisies, they were all here. Birds of all sizes and species chirp and sang on the branches of the trees. Everything was colorful and healthy with life. The land was bright with sunlight, warm against my skin. It was like a paradise for me.
I ran, and ran, laughing with happiness of freedom. Laughing of not having to be chained down with boredom and expectations of being normal, of being average. I ran like the wind. For hours, or was it minutes? I have no idea, after all, I am having the time of my life. Having no care in the world was exhilarating.
But then, it started to shatter. At first, the the birds stopped singing, then what had changed was the sunlight. The warmth I felt turned cool, then absolutely frigid.
Frozen to my core I looked around me. I saw that the cheerful birds that flew in the skies and had nested on the trees had disappeared. The trees stood impassively in front of me, I had stopped running, I had not noticed that I did.
The trees around me that, at first, seemed to had protected me, now seem to cage me in. They stood tall, intimidating and ancient. What am I to intrude in their domain? Who am I to be able to run like this? I am not free, I am human, average, normal, I am not special. At that moment, it seem like everything was fake, everything is a lie, an illusion that is made by the Gods to trick you. A wall of glass is around me, trapping me, letting me see freedom, but never to reach it.
The sight of "my" paradise started to fade, like the land itself is trying to kick me out. Chains, made of black iron, cold and hard started to rattle.
The sound was soft, so you can't hear at first, but now it echoed loudly in my fake scenery. The sound in the deafening silence made a chilling sound. The rattling grew louder and finally it appears. Around my feet, just around my ankles. The chain was long, it passed rows and rows of trees, feet by feet, meter by meter.
I looked, but the source of the chains was nowhere to be seen. This feels familiar, like this had happened before, but I don't remember when.
The chains are moving, creeping up my body. From my ankles, to my calves, and inch by inch it surrounds me. It moves slowly, panic seizes me. What do I do?
My breathing grew labor, I want freedom, but was barred to even have it.
Minutes passed and the flow of time was agonizing. Why is it that when you have fun, time passes so quickly? And when you are hurting and suffering it passes slowly.
Hours must have passed, but the sunlight had not disappeared. Rather, it seems to bleach itself, turning from a beautiful gentle gold to a harsh metallic color.
Soon, I can't see color, or the objects for that matter. The trees turned hazy, the grey metal leaves turned into a blur, the grass like a swirl of grey and white. It grew exhausting to continue looking, so I closed my eyes; I felt a sudden fear when I did that, but it soon disappeared, like the wind.
Never, ever, Did I knew that when I opened my eyes again, I was met with a pitch black darkness that never seemed to end.
I want it to end. After what it felt like hours of being in the darkness I don't feel afraid. What is there to be afraid? You can't get out, you feel nothing, see nothing and can touch nothing. I feel like I am blind, deaf and paralyze from my head to my toes all at the same time. If I even can move, I probably won't even know I am doing it. So, I closed my eyes, giving myself to the darkness.
It almost seems gentle, the darkness. It gives no pain, just fear. Fear of the unknown I suppose? But, for me, I crave the unknown. It almost seem to know that, by not giving it to me. I smiled, or did I?
Floating endlessly is boring, let me tell you, it is boring. If I look around me, I just see black, black, black, and of course, more black. If I try to touch something, well you can't, you're floating. I don't where or in what direction I am floating, but I know I am. I mean, seriously, that black and this black seems different, right?
One day light appeared, at first I looked blankly at it, it was a hazy looking doorway filled with warm soft looking light. For a long time I looked, just happy at looking. Then, I made a decision to move. It was a important choice, move or stay? For the first time; I fear the unknown. Thinking that thought, I grew serious, wasn't I unhappy to be trapped from the choice of being free?
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So, being the unknown seeking person as I am, I choosed to go. I tried to move; now that the light is here; I can see if I made any progress or not.
Frankly speaking, I didn't budge an inch. I tried to move my legs, faintly seeing a tan leg; squinting I thought I saw the leg twitch. Maybe. Signing, I frowned. Then I saw the light wavering, spreading shadows on my face and body. My head snapped up, it's not disappearing, right?
The light shined brightly, much more than before, and then suddenly dimmed sharply. Now I can barely see myself. I drew in a breath, fear crowded in the back of my mind. I blocked it out before, but now, it's coming back. I quickly tripled my efforts in getting to the light. I managed to crawl a few inches, but that is extremely short compared to the 10 to 15 feet I need to walk to get in to the light.
A few hours later....
I am now 3 feet 5 inches and 3 millimeters to my goal. I tried to measure the distance with my imaginary ruler, but I knew that I can almost touch the door. I tried it, but unfortunately I was a few centimeters too short. That'll take me around 5 minutes to do. I can almost taste it, the freedom of getting out of this hell of mine. I smiled, eyes wide in anticipation with a single arm reaching out into the light.
4 centimeters.... 3.... 2....
And, it disappeared. Vanished, it doesn't exist, I waved my arms, acting out of sheer horror. It disappeared? Where is my freedom? Why am I here? I want to get out! My mind grew chaotic and after a few minutes I sighed. Breathing out carefully, in and out, in and out....
"I needed 10 more seconds!!!!!!!" And for the first time in this hellish experience, I screamed.
Startled awake I look around, breathing out a sign of relief. I am here, I am alive. Cold sweat was plastered in my back and I looked around me, I dreamed of illusions, forests and what else? I do not remember.
Shaking my head I thought, 'I am relieved, of being alive? What did I dream? A nightmare, yes, it was a nightmare.... Let's not think about it.' I got out of my bed and looked at my clock next to my bed table, the numbers glowed a bright red, 3:38am.
I softly walked to my ajointed bathroom. 'I shouldn't wake up the others with my nosiness......'
I flipped the switch and the lights instantly switched on. It burned my eyes a bit so they started to water. Blinking quickly I got used to the light. Staring in the mirror, I saw a familiar face.
Normal dark brown hair, tan skin and green eyes. An above average face, but not a model like face, I snorted. 'I feel disgusting.' I started toward the shower to clean off the sweat I got from my ever disappearing nightmare.
When I finished showering I went downstairs, the floor was cool to my freshly washed skin and the darkness of night is now retreating. I looked out a window near the bottom of the stairs to see that the sun is coming up.
Smiling I got ready to study for school later in the day, moving like a machine, it was a routine that I do everyday.
'The sunrise is always beautiful, I can never get tired of it, unlike other things.....' His smile disappeared. He ignores a thought that is sneaking up in his mind and thinks of other things. 'Lets see, will today be Calculus or Physics...' I took half a second to choose.
'Science obviously, math is like a torture session for me, learning formulas is boring and not interesting at all. Physics is new to me, much more interesting and fulfilling than math.' Nodding to himself he goes to his living room to gets his backpack.
Everyday he wakes up, always early, awaken by nightmares that he always forget in a few hours. He studies for at least a hour or 2, looking for more interesting things to learn and do the next day.
At 6:30, his mother wakes up, she knows of her son's habits of wanting to experience interesting things, so she also knows that he wakes up early, she just doesn't know that he wakes up at 3:40 in the morning however.
She just wakes up to cook for her children. At around 7, his sister and brother, both younger then him, arrives for breakfast. His sister is younger than him by 3 years and his brother by 2 years.
"Hello brother." His sister says. He nodded absently, clearly absorbed in his "studying." Though, you can't really call it studying if he is learning things months before learning them, but oh well.
"Alex!" His mother calls, her long brown hair, like his, was tied, lieing on her shoulder, "Didn't I tell you before to not study so much during breakfast?" Her surprisingly young face was frowning. His mother is 40, but she always look years too young to be 40.
He smiled, "Yes mother." He is happy with his life, truly. But sometimes, when he is gazing at something in the distance, he wishes that it is more exciting, more interesting.
His mother notices the faraway looks he sometimes have, how he is always wanting something, but she doesn't know what. She smiled, 'I guess it is because he is Alexander.