Venomous Voice

Her eyes fluttered open, the blinding lights began to clear her sight. That little girl grew conscious about her surroundings, where am I? Her hometown wasn’t like this, it was gloomy and dark. She sat up straight only to find her feet was bare, green grass beneath her.

She could hear steps approaching, then a figure overshadowing the grass before her. Small tap on her shoulder made her freeze, are you okay?, she turned to meet a pair of hazelnut eyes looking at her. The small figure initiated to crouch down to her level. You may haven’t seen it all, but best believe, this is a battle ground. His voice was firm and convincing, as she thought so. She welcomed him with a warm smile, I know.

Hours passed with the giggles of both creatures. The warmth of the sun changed with a cold breezing air, the crescent was hang up in the sky. Little did they know, they weren’t alone, there were another eyes watching them from afar.

Minutes passed into hours, and hours passed into days. It has been nearly a month they knew each other and shared little things they did, the sudden change of the sky jeopardized everything they planned. Another shadow appeared and stretched her hand, those eyes hypnotized the little boy. She sat there in silence, hoping she wouldn’t be left alone. Their shadows dissapeared, they were gone.

She was used to be in the darkness and wrapped by the cold, atleast she had a blanket to warm her body. Never did she imagine the blanket she had, would be taken away by the wind. Now all she had was her.

It’s a year after the boy dissapeared, and she still remained in the same place hoping he would comeback anytime. Who did she lie to, the boy never came, until one day. It was a peaceful spring with the birds chirping on the branch, green scenery was all over the place, just like the first time she was trapped in here. She was lying on the grass enjoying the clear blue sky, and a shadow interrupted her peaceful morning. She grasped, it was him, but much older than the last time they met. He got his features matured, his eyes weren’t the same anymore. She opened her mouth but immediately cut off by the voice before her.

I hate your voice, I hate the way you speak and the way you behave. You knew this place was a battle ground, and by that we were never friends to begin with.

She remained calm but her voice is the only sword she had left,

In no timeline, on no plane of existence would I ever want you to comeback

Those sentences were planted inside her mind, her voice was not a venom.