Pit, pat. Pit, pat.
My arms swing at my side almost careless as my bare feet smack against the cave floors, echoing with each step. I'm not sure how long I have been in this cave, nor do I care. I might have walked in this cave all my life, or possibly only a few hours. Maybe seconds? I don't know. I don't care.
Pit, pat. Pit, pat.
I cast a brief glance around the cave. Nothing has changed. Nothing ever changes in this cave. Every crack on the ceiling follows the same crooked pattern, and I can promise that every pebble is the same exact clone of the one beside it. Even the blinding light seeping through the long, thin cracks in the ceiling resufes to change.
A sigh nudges at my lips, but it can't escape. Emotions don't come easy to me here. Did it ever? There was never anything besides this place, right?
Why do I ask questions that I cannot answer?
Pit, pat. Pit, pat.
“You killed her!” Shrieks a girl from somewhere above.Oh, yeah, the voices. I cast another glance up at the ceiling before focussing my gaze back on the never ending path. They hadn't talked in a while; I had nearly forgotten them. Brown curls tumble far past my shoulders as I tilt my head at the thought before instantly jerking back to the original position. How long have they been gone? A better question would be why they left in the first place. Why did they return? I don't know. Do I care?
I don't know the answer to that either. Do I know the answer to anything anymore? Did I ever?
Pit, pat. Pit, pat.
“I didn't have a choice!” Yells back a young man. Ever so slightly, my eyebrows raise in shock before settling back down on my brow. Never had they responded to each other so fast. Before, it seemed like hours between each sentence, and then they just halted altogether. Now, they are actually having a conversation? Something surely must be going on.
Before the thought can progress further, the girl speaks again. “Doc, is she going to live?”
A sigh echos in the cave, making me slightly bristle. What the blast is happening to my simple world? “She has lost a lot of blood.” Mumbles an older voice, “But if she has lived this long, then there is hope for the girl yet.”
I wait for the conversation to continue, but it simply doesn't. Have they again abandoned me in loneliness's arms? The urge to sigh returns, but my lips remain firmly closed. Why should I sigh? There's no reason to. Of course, going by that logic, there is no reason for me to keep walking this endless path. Yet, I can't bring my feet to stop walking nor keep my arms from swinging.
What happened to that girl? I thought she had died, but the Doc said she was going to live. Why was the boy forced to kill that girl? My, outside this cave is so confusing. Maybe I'm trapped in here for my protection.
Protection from what?
A sigh slips past my lips, and I don't even bother firming my lips again. Nothing makes sense. Why bother?
YOU ARE READING
Running Away From One Thing, and Into Another.
FantasyTacia, a slave, is horrified by the happenings of her fellow slave and only friend, and takes off running with a younger slave. However, the world she ran away from is nothing like the world she runs into even though they are magically connected...
