Shut the doors behind you
what I’m about to say, no one else can hear.
These are not my memories, it is just my subconscious
showing me the deep and twisted projections
I fear, yet hold onto.
The farther it is in time, the less I seem to recall the darkness,
that all too familiar darkness.
However, that doesn’t affect me,
it is the drowning fear that creeps in with it that does.
I was suddenly in a place that smelled strange, a large hall with concrete walls and high ceiling, tho, I didn’t feel safe.
I could recall the girl’s face, Tina—that was her name.
We sprinted through the endless corridors, past the serpentine marble columns, 300m past the cooling room.I stopped! huffing hard with both hands on my knees.
Tina was breathing heavily too.I reached out and grabbed her by the shoulders.
” Where are the rooms?”
“You don’t know? silence, “Alex, are you ok? 100m eastbound. ”
so we continued into the room. I locked the doors.
Tina spun around, “what are you doing?
“we need to be safe” I retorted
“From who?” no words.
She started for the door, “this isn’t my room”, then paused
“Alex, I dunno what happened today”, fixing her gaze on mine, she continued, “are you ok?”
“what is it with you and that question?”
“I”m heading to my room” she grabbed the door handle
“Be safe,” I whispered
“This whole place is safe, just get some sleep,” the door slammed behind her.
For the first time since we got in, I carefully observed the room around me, the windows were slightly opened, a beaded curtain draped from above the windowpane, shimmering in the night light, a floor lamp divided the room into two halves but the most intriguing was a painting, it was a child’s face, eyes rotated upwards with parted lips, in the middle of his forehead, he had a unicorn’s horn and bright rainbow illuminated around him. At the bottom right corner of the frame was inscribed: “fuck your psychedelic”, signed Alexander.
I stood there, mesmerized by the painting, having no recollection of when I made it. I didn’t hear the door close behind me
“What’s the problem, Alex?” I jumped when I heard the voice and turned swiftly
I jumped when I heard the voice and turned swiftly,”who are you?’
“Your roommate, Bianca”, she grinned.
I noticed she had green eyes which sent chills running down my spines
” who are you, really? ” I demanded again and I heard a loud thumping noise resonate through my ear canal
“you should go to sleep now” was the last thing that echoed
who am I? where am I? is this real?
A buzzing noise filled the air and I came to realize that I was sitting on a bench in the courtyard. Beside me was Christopher, my occasional buddy chattering away on a conversation I may or may not have instigated. My head was rocking side to side.The sun-dial was pointing south, which meant it was 4 pm.
I stopped moving when I heard a slow crackling sound.I stood up, blinking severally, I began to walk, following the direction of the sound to a room known simply as ‘the ephylis”. A sphynx cat lay on its hind leg in the center of the room, it’s body stretched out across the room with its rump towards me. I tip-toed into the room, as slow as I could until it’s full body was within my field of vision. It had green eyes. Sweat was beading across my forehead and my breaths had become heavier and rapid.
“What are you doing?”
I lifted my head up to see Christopher standing at the doorway and when I returned my gaze to the center of the room, the sphynx cat was gone.
I sighed, ” somehow, I feel I may be drifting between reality and an alternative dream land”
“Can’t you tell what’s real and what’s not?”