It was getting dark. She’d been walking for what felt like a minute and an eternity at the same time. Never had her mind been so startlingly empty, like a blank canvas, untouched and clear. Yet she couldn’t help but feel that it was only empty from being so full. A cacophony of sounds rolled into a gentle hum of white noise; a whirlwind of images merged into one soft blur.
Elizabeth hadn’t known where to go once she forced herself to move out of the old warehouse, she’d just started walking and hadn’t stopped since. Somewhere along the journey, in her subconscious mind, she had started to recognise parts of her surroundings, altering her course to take her where she needed to go. But where was that? Where could she possibly go anymore. She forced semi-rational thoughts back into her head and stopped walking abruptly. Turning, she braced her hand on a nearby wall and focused, separating out the things in her head. They swam around her mind until she formed one main, clear thought.
Soren was dead.
He was dead and there was nothing she could do.
Forcing the thought away for the moment, she looked around her for the first time. The mass of similar looking buildings wouldn’t have meant much to most but her superhuman memory told her she was about half way down her usual route from the city to the residential area. A distant thought floated into her head, the warehouse had been somewhere along the coast. She must have been walking for even longer than she thought. It suddenly hit her where her subconscious must have been taking her. Soren and his mother’s apartment. There it always felt safe and warm and comfortable. Not anymore. How was she meant to break the news to his mother, the woman who had now lost both a husband and a son.
Elizabeth wanted nothing more than to lock it away in a hidden corner of her mind and keep it there, but she knew that Soren would never have forgiven himself if he became the reason she went back to how she started on this island, still forcing her mind to forget the emotions from the death of her father. She waited for the tears to fall, but nothing came. Instead, she was met with a searing pain through her head and a sudden, vivid image of the moment that would no doubt haunt her forever. Collapsing onto her knees, she could see and hear nothing but blood and screams, the real world gone. How ironic, she managed to think, the time she chose to let go of her power, it instead refused to let go of her, leaving her trapped in its depths
Elizabeth hadn’t known where to go once she forced herself to move out of the old warehouse, she’d just started walking and hadn’t stopped since. Somewhere along the journey, in her subconscious mind, she had started to recognise parts of her surroundings, altering her course to take her where she needed to go. But where was that? Where could she possibly go anymore. She forced semi-rational thoughts back into her head and stopped walking abruptly. Turning, she braced her hand on a nearby wall and focused, separating out the things in her head. They swam around her mind until she formed one main, clear thought.
Soren was dead.
He was dead and there was nothing she could do.
Forcing the thought away for the moment, she looked around her for the first time. The mass of similar looking buildings wouldn’t have meant much to most but her superhuman memory told her she was about half way down her usual route from the city to the residential area. A distant thought floated into her head, the warehouse had been somewhere along the coast. She must have been walking for even longer than she thought. It suddenly hit her where her subconscious must have been taking her. Soren and his mother’s apartment. There it always felt safe and warm and comfortable. Not anymore. How was she meant to break the news to his mother, the woman who had now lost both a husband and a son.
Elizabeth wanted nothing more than to lock it away in a hidden corner of her mind and keep it there, but she knew that Soren would never have forgiven himself if he became the reason she went back to how she started on this island, still forcing her mind to forget the emotions from the death of her father. She waited for the tears to fall, but nothing came. Instead, she was met with a searing pain through her head and a sudden, vivid image of the moment that would no doubt haunt her forever. Collapsing onto her knees, she could see and hear nothing but blood and screams, the real world gone. How ironic, she managed to think, the time she chose to let go of her power, it instead refused to let go of her, leaving her trapped in its depths
