Katilan
09-20-2008, 07:27
She'd been wandering for a long time. Long enough that she didn't know where she'd been trying to go, or where she'd come from. She didn't know where she was.
She was lost.
She'd get out of there.
Wherever there was.
She would. Or go insane trying.
Put one foot in front of the other. Keep moving. Don't stop. Whenever you find water, drink. Whatever kind of plant you can find, eat.
Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, come home safe.
Wherever home was. She wasn't sure anymore. Everything swirled together for her. Memories, thoughts, impressions and feelings.
All there was was the constant movement, and swirling sand. Sand getting in everywhere. In her socks and shoes. In between her toes. In her hair. In her mouth.
She'd given up hope. There was none left. She'd been there too long, not understanding why. Tears had coursed their way down her cheeks long ago, and sand had marked the paths they'd taken.
That was before she'd made up her mind that she wouldn't cry again. No matter what happened.
She kept moving. One foot in front of the other. Please. Get me out of here. Help me. I can't do this by myself.
She crested yet another hill-
and there was a person.
A man.
One that she recognized.
She was simultaneously happy to see him and frustrated. Happy, because she trusted him to get her out of there. He could do it, and she knew he would. Frustrated because he could have helped earlier.
Sometimes, when you see the person you love most, and the person you've been waiting for, the wrong words pop out of your mouth. This was one of those times. "Why weren't you here earlier? Why didn't you help me?"
He smiled at her gently. "Because. You didn't ask for help until now."
Realization and memory hit her at once, and she was crumpled, sobbing, and not self-conscious about it. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I ran away. I'm sorry I tried to find my own way. I'm sorry I listened to other people instead of you. I'm sorry I turned my back on you. And I'm sorry I didn't ask for help before."
He helped her up and embraced her. When the tears subsided, he wiped her face clean. "It's okay. You're here now. I've been here all along, but now you can see me because you're looking for me. Now you will let me help you." He looked into her eyes, and she saw the love and sorrow. "You have to learn that you can't do it yourself. You need help. You have to trust me. Trust that I know what's best for you, even when you don't. You need to wake up." He touched her forehead.
She woke up, in her own bed, the desert gone.
For the first time in months, a feeling of peace was with her.
The words bubbled up from inside. "Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me. I once was lost, but now I'm found, was blind, but now, I see."
She'd been blind to everything but the desert around her. Now she could see.
She'd been lost.
Now she was found.
(Had to exorcise the demon on my back, and get it away. Inspired strongly by Tristan's latest posts.)
She was lost.
She'd get out of there.
Wherever there was.
She would. Or go insane trying.
Put one foot in front of the other. Keep moving. Don't stop. Whenever you find water, drink. Whatever kind of plant you can find, eat.
Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, come home safe.
Wherever home was. She wasn't sure anymore. Everything swirled together for her. Memories, thoughts, impressions and feelings.
All there was was the constant movement, and swirling sand. Sand getting in everywhere. In her socks and shoes. In between her toes. In her hair. In her mouth.
She'd given up hope. There was none left. She'd been there too long, not understanding why. Tears had coursed their way down her cheeks long ago, and sand had marked the paths they'd taken.
That was before she'd made up her mind that she wouldn't cry again. No matter what happened.
She kept moving. One foot in front of the other. Please. Get me out of here. Help me. I can't do this by myself.
She crested yet another hill-
and there was a person.
A man.
One that she recognized.
She was simultaneously happy to see him and frustrated. Happy, because she trusted him to get her out of there. He could do it, and she knew he would. Frustrated because he could have helped earlier.
Sometimes, when you see the person you love most, and the person you've been waiting for, the wrong words pop out of your mouth. This was one of those times. "Why weren't you here earlier? Why didn't you help me?"
He smiled at her gently. "Because. You didn't ask for help until now."
Realization and memory hit her at once, and she was crumpled, sobbing, and not self-conscious about it. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I ran away. I'm sorry I tried to find my own way. I'm sorry I listened to other people instead of you. I'm sorry I turned my back on you. And I'm sorry I didn't ask for help before."
He helped her up and embraced her. When the tears subsided, he wiped her face clean. "It's okay. You're here now. I've been here all along, but now you can see me because you're looking for me. Now you will let me help you." He looked into her eyes, and she saw the love and sorrow. "You have to learn that you can't do it yourself. You need help. You have to trust me. Trust that I know what's best for you, even when you don't. You need to wake up." He touched her forehead.
She woke up, in her own bed, the desert gone.
For the first time in months, a feeling of peace was with her.
The words bubbled up from inside. "Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me. I once was lost, but now I'm found, was blind, but now, I see."
She'd been blind to everything but the desert around her. Now she could see.
She'd been lost.
Now she was found.
(Had to exorcise the demon on my back, and get it away. Inspired strongly by Tristan's latest posts.)