Post by SouperAsylum on Apr 3, 2014 19:00:22 GMT -7
Ariaddne:
I remember when the doors opened. I remember the light, and heat, and smells that were so different. I couldn't believe how foriegn it was. The doors sealed in our community. We were founded years ago by the people who everyone thought crazy. They were the only ones smart enough to find protection. At least, this is what I've been told my whole life although I believe it.
I stood with my dads arms around me at age 12 when the doors opened. We were all afraid. We were afraid of what was going to happen. The sceintists from years ago told us when it should be safe. But what had even happened? No one knew.
The doors opened ever so slowly. Everyone was still for a moment and then the confusion began. A boy, he was probably about 17, stood before the opening. I'm still no sure what it was, but I was immediately drawn. I pushed my dads arms away, and began to walk forward. The tunnel.vision set in. At the end was the boy. I remember muffled voices and hands but I'm not sure how they got off me. I'm not sure what happened at all that day. I reached my hand out towards the boy, as if something were supposed to happen. "He's cursed!" I rmemeber hearing. "Lock the doors! Leave her there!" Someone else said. But I had no idea what made me seemed cursed. Then I caught a glimpse of my face in a puddle nearby. I snapped back into reality when I saw it. My face. My eyes. They were purple and glowing and... I blacked out. Next thing I knew I couldn't get back into my community, and I was stuck with a complete stranger.
I remember when the doors opened. I remember the light, and heat, and smells that were so different. I couldn't believe how foriegn it was. The doors sealed in our community. We were founded years ago by the people who everyone thought crazy. They were the only ones smart enough to find protection. At least, this is what I've been told my whole life although I believe it.
I stood with my dads arms around me at age 12 when the doors opened. We were all afraid. We were afraid of what was going to happen. The sceintists from years ago told us when it should be safe. But what had even happened? No one knew.
The doors opened ever so slowly. Everyone was still for a moment and then the confusion began. A boy, he was probably about 17, stood before the opening. I'm still no sure what it was, but I was immediately drawn. I pushed my dads arms away, and began to walk forward. The tunnel.vision set in. At the end was the boy. I remember muffled voices and hands but I'm not sure how they got off me. I'm not sure what happened at all that day. I reached my hand out towards the boy, as if something were supposed to happen. "He's cursed!" I rmemeber hearing. "Lock the doors! Leave her there!" Someone else said. But I had no idea what made me seemed cursed. Then I caught a glimpse of my face in a puddle nearby. I snapped back into reality when I saw it. My face. My eyes. They were purple and glowing and... I blacked out. Next thing I knew I couldn't get back into my community, and I was stuck with a complete stranger.