Amea Virou
Snowbound
Her vision blurred, the pain overwhelmed her. A palpable sense of horror fell upon Amea as she grasped at her chest to try and hold off the sharp pain that seemingly threatened to tear straight through her heart. Something was very wrong but the cause of it was lost on her.
Her legs grew weaker with each heartbeat, every single pulse sending her further and further down towards the ground. She tried to keep herself from the floor but it didn't seem to do much. As her eyes stared into the mirror to seek any form of visual clues as to what going on there was nothing to find beyond the darkness that slowly infringed upon the periphery of her vision. Consciousness became an all too difficult concept to hold onto. With her hand extended towards the ceiling she sought the help of someone, anyone that was around, but it was all in vain before the soft thud of her body collapsing on the ground echoed across her mind and the world turned to black.
There was no-one there to find her. An uneasy rest found her and before she knew it Amea had found herself being a captive to her own mind. Before her stood nothing more than a blossoming cherry tree that ultimately told her nothing. In her blissful ignorance there was little she could do but stare at it and seek an answer that she would never find.
Had this mattered to her at some point? Why would she see this now? … Was she the daughter of a tree? What was the meaning of all this?
A brief eternity passed before a dull pain slowly began to creep along the side of her head. It was soon followed by a sharp, painful beeping noise that began to pull Amea back from her state of paradoxical state of non-existence into something that at the very least resembled consciousness. As her eyes slowly opened she found herself lying flat on the floor that she would almost instinctively understand to be the ever familiar sight of her very own bathroom. Her cheek had planted itself firmly against the metal paneling on the floor and with a weak push she got herself into a seated position against the nearby wall.
The beeping on her arm kept shrieking with harsh insistence until Amea, after enough pained groans and complaints, Amea slowly raised the projector before her to check what the commotion was. The brightness of the screen pierced her eyes, caused them to almost bleed as her brain screamed in agony. But as her vision cleared and the screen shifted from a blurred mess into something more legible she would see it. Thirteen unread messages from Loske. Spread across six hours.
Amea’s index finger and thumb began to gently rub against her eyes to wake herself up before she pushed her hand against her knee to let herself get back on her feet again. With a hazy look in the mirror she brought herself back into the game as her fingers gently tapped against her chin to twist her head from side to side and inspect the damage she had suffered. A bruise had blossomed across the side of her face with a menacing yellow-black sting.
A long sigh parted her lips. It wasn't an unfamiliar look, but the means of how she got it certainly was. Resigning herself to fate, Amea began to actually read the messages that Loske had sent. Though worried at first, it seemed that Loske unlike Amea seemed to understrand the root of the situation. Amea sure as hell wasn’t about to say no to the answers if Loske thought she had them. With a quick swipe at the hologram she sent the reply back:
“See you at your place. Be there in two days.”
A message that was then quickly followed by a second.
“Oh and yeah, I am okay. Thanks for worrying.”
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Rest didn’t come easy in the days that passed in transit. There was an undeniable weight which was gone from her, and yet at the same time a clear void had taken shape where it had once been. By the time Amea stepped into the elevator leading up to Loske’s apartment she was a mess. Her hair was disheveled, the bags under her eyes unmistakable for anything other than a lack of sleep. The questions had kept her up for the better part of the entire trip as the worry caused her to twist and turn in a struggle to find comfort.
Her index finger pressed firmly against the control panel for the elevator and was subsequently followed by a dozen more in rapid succession before Amea smashed her fist against it in panic. Her nerves had begun to tangle. The questions she had scared her even if they were questions she knew that she had needed to ask from the start. Once upon a time they had been something she considered entirely optional, but this sort of pain was not natural.
What once was a terrifying potentiality had now turned into a mandatory reality check. Without knocking on the door or ringing the bell, Amea forced the door open and stepped into her friend’s apartment. The heavy footfalls of her boots spread across the apartment with a clear tell of her arrival.
“Loske?” She shouted to announce her presence. “... Loske!”
Amea collapsed onto her friend’s couch with an uneasy sigh. The usual comfort she had felt in this place wasn’t there and she sat back up again to quickly fidget with her hair. First she tucked it back behind her ear before she pulled it out again. She stood up from the couch to drag a hand through it all with a shake before she let. Her nails scraped against the surface of her teeth with an insistent grind. Amea’s eyes began to wander in a search for her friend as Amea faced down the end of something she had never known to exist.
Her legs grew weaker with each heartbeat, every single pulse sending her further and further down towards the ground. She tried to keep herself from the floor but it didn't seem to do much. As her eyes stared into the mirror to seek any form of visual clues as to what going on there was nothing to find beyond the darkness that slowly infringed upon the periphery of her vision. Consciousness became an all too difficult concept to hold onto. With her hand extended towards the ceiling she sought the help of someone, anyone that was around, but it was all in vain before the soft thud of her body collapsing on the ground echoed across her mind and the world turned to black.
There was no-one there to find her. An uneasy rest found her and before she knew it Amea had found herself being a captive to her own mind. Before her stood nothing more than a blossoming cherry tree that ultimately told her nothing. In her blissful ignorance there was little she could do but stare at it and seek an answer that she would never find.
Had this mattered to her at some point? Why would she see this now? … Was she the daughter of a tree? What was the meaning of all this?
A brief eternity passed before a dull pain slowly began to creep along the side of her head. It was soon followed by a sharp, painful beeping noise that began to pull Amea back from her state of paradoxical state of non-existence into something that at the very least resembled consciousness. As her eyes slowly opened she found herself lying flat on the floor that she would almost instinctively understand to be the ever familiar sight of her very own bathroom. Her cheek had planted itself firmly against the metal paneling on the floor and with a weak push she got herself into a seated position against the nearby wall.
The beeping on her arm kept shrieking with harsh insistence until Amea, after enough pained groans and complaints, Amea slowly raised the projector before her to check what the commotion was. The brightness of the screen pierced her eyes, caused them to almost bleed as her brain screamed in agony. But as her vision cleared and the screen shifted from a blurred mess into something more legible she would see it. Thirteen unread messages from Loske. Spread across six hours.
Amea’s index finger and thumb began to gently rub against her eyes to wake herself up before she pushed her hand against her knee to let herself get back on her feet again. With a hazy look in the mirror she brought herself back into the game as her fingers gently tapped against her chin to twist her head from side to side and inspect the damage she had suffered. A bruise had blossomed across the side of her face with a menacing yellow-black sting.
A long sigh parted her lips. It wasn't an unfamiliar look, but the means of how she got it certainly was. Resigning herself to fate, Amea began to actually read the messages that Loske had sent. Though worried at first, it seemed that Loske unlike Amea seemed to understrand the root of the situation. Amea sure as hell wasn’t about to say no to the answers if Loske thought she had them. With a quick swipe at the hologram she sent the reply back:
“See you at your place. Be there in two days.”
A message that was then quickly followed by a second.
“Oh and yeah, I am okay. Thanks for worrying.”
——————————
Rest didn’t come easy in the days that passed in transit. There was an undeniable weight which was gone from her, and yet at the same time a clear void had taken shape where it had once been. By the time Amea stepped into the elevator leading up to Loske’s apartment she was a mess. Her hair was disheveled, the bags under her eyes unmistakable for anything other than a lack of sleep. The questions had kept her up for the better part of the entire trip as the worry caused her to twist and turn in a struggle to find comfort.
Her index finger pressed firmly against the control panel for the elevator and was subsequently followed by a dozen more in rapid succession before Amea smashed her fist against it in panic. Her nerves had begun to tangle. The questions she had scared her even if they were questions she knew that she had needed to ask from the start. Once upon a time they had been something she considered entirely optional, but this sort of pain was not natural.
What once was a terrifying potentiality had now turned into a mandatory reality check. Without knocking on the door or ringing the bell, Amea forced the door open and stepped into her friend’s apartment. The heavy footfalls of her boots spread across the apartment with a clear tell of her arrival.
“Loske?” She shouted to announce her presence. “... Loske!”
Amea collapsed onto her friend’s couch with an uneasy sigh. The usual comfort she had felt in this place wasn’t there and she sat back up again to quickly fidget with her hair. First she tucked it back behind her ear before she pulled it out again. She stood up from the couch to drag a hand through it all with a shake before she let. Her nails scraped against the surface of her teeth with an insistent grind. Amea’s eyes began to wander in a search for her friend as Amea faced down the end of something she had never known to exist.
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