12-06-2015, 08:22 PM
The neutrality of the whiteness did nothing to stop her mind from accelerating beyond what her body could keep up with. Aadibah, upon waking, had been unable to keep herself from dwelling on what had just occurred to her in the past ten minutes to even think about moving from her spot.
The fact that she had suddenly and inexplicable been transported to a whole other something didn’t seem to elicit a reaction. No expression of disbelief, horror, confusion, excitement. The only emotion that plastered Aadibah’s visage was…
Empty.
Aadibah could tell that she was, in some strange respect, alive. Though she only felt her heart beat, her chest expand in and out as she took in air. Her skin irritated by the new air.
Inside, though, there was only flesh and bone. Something was definitely missing from her being. It was herself, really. Aadibah, at least the one that had fought for years, was gone.
Something else sat there, back against a white fountain, body slouching forward, legs sprawled out in front, arms lazily hanging in between her thighs, hands with twitching fingers unresponsive to the cold floor. A speck of sandy brown and olive green and dark auburn amongst the void. Against the plain canvas all of her dirt and grime was clearly visible, the stress of only a few hours sleep within a week of turbulent events shown in the bags under her eyes.
Aadibah was still. So very still.
There were very, very audible cracks of what sounded like lightning and other weather, these met her ears, which only slightly twitched.
The fact that she had suddenly and inexplicable been transported to a whole other something didn’t seem to elicit a reaction. No expression of disbelief, horror, confusion, excitement. The only emotion that plastered Aadibah’s visage was…
Empty.
Aadibah could tell that she was, in some strange respect, alive. Though she only felt her heart beat, her chest expand in and out as she took in air. Her skin irritated by the new air.
Inside, though, there was only flesh and bone. Something was definitely missing from her being. It was herself, really. Aadibah, at least the one that had fought for years, was gone.
Something else sat there, back against a white fountain, body slouching forward, legs sprawled out in front, arms lazily hanging in between her thighs, hands with twitching fingers unresponsive to the cold floor. A speck of sandy brown and olive green and dark auburn amongst the void. Against the plain canvas all of her dirt and grime was clearly visible, the stress of only a few hours sleep within a week of turbulent events shown in the bags under her eyes.
Aadibah was still. So very still.
There were very, very audible cracks of what sounded like lightning and other weather, these met her ears, which only slightly twitched.
Such terror you are facing
Isn't it wonderful?
Isn't it wonderful?