Wednesday, March 23, 2011


Once upon a time, there was a girl. She was ordinary, blissfully unaware of how mundane the life she led was.  One night, she fell asleep in her bed and awoke the next morning to feel sunshine warming her cheeks, and blades of grass poking between her splayed fingers. 

 She opened her eyes to discover that she wasn't only outside her home, but in a different world entirely; a place where everyone had sugary names and buildings were the color of candy. 

She was scared. Her family. Her bed. Her friends. Gone. The last thing she could remember was snuggling into her soft, white comforter and drifting off to the rhythmic pattern of her thoughts. She was lost. Terrified.

So she ran. She ran over tall, grassy hills

and down winding, tree lined roads. 

Her heart pounded. Her head throbbed. Her eyes were unable to focus on any specific thing long enough to process what was happening. Everything around her was strange, and the fear that engulfed her was almost paralyzing. 

Hours later, when the sun began to sink below the horizon and taint the sky a bright tangerine, she found herself on a beach, and the minute she closed her eyes, collapsed onto the sand from exhaustion.

Her throat ached for water, her mind ached for answers. She tried to soothe herself by taking a few soothing breaths, but couldn't seem to get enough air into her lungs.

Panic began to sink in once again, but this time she didn't have the energy to run with it.
"Excuse me, Miss? Are you all right?"

A deep voice asked from above her. She jumped to her feet and when she looked at the person who had spoken, a scream too big to escape lodged itself in her throat. 

The boy standing before her wasn’t human. At least not like her. Sure, he had two eyes and a nose, set above a pair of round lips, but his was blue, just like the unnatural hair that sprouted from his head in long, thick strands.

Her heart shuddered, and her eyes were wide in fear. Noticing this, and assuming the worst, the boy reached out with a tentative hand and used his most soothing voice to say, “It’s all right, I’m not going to hurt you. Do you need help?”


“A doctor, maybe?”

Realizing what he must have thought, the girl quickly shook her head and tried to explain what had happened to her. 

She talked for what felt like hours, reciting every horrifying sight she had seen over the course of the day, and went into detail of her failed escape plan. She somehow found herself sitting on a swing set beside the boy, who now didn’t seem as scary. 

“I’ll get you something to eat, okay? And I’ll help you. I’ll help you find a place to stay, until you can get back to wherever it is you came from.”

She nodded and the boy stood to leave. He held out his hand, but she wasn’t yet ready to take it. It was still too unnatural for her to accept. 

He was understanding, though, and let it slide without a second thought. Instead, he simply told her to follow him. Despite all her fears, and all the things that could possibly go wrong, she did. 

It was the best decision she ever made.

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