therealkaichan | Epilogue how did this even happen

Epilogue

The forest was silent.

There wasn’t a sound, not the chirping of birds, the whisper of the wind between the tree branches, not even the crunching of the leaves under her feet.

As Aislinn walked, she wondered what kind of things she would see. Which new discovery awaited her.

The soft sound of music got her out of her thoughts. There was a violin and a flute.

The very instruments her parents had played so long ago, long before Aislinn’s life had turned upside down. Those very instruments she heard every single time before moving on to a different place.

It took a blink for the forest to change, and with a smile she welcomed the vivid colors and the strangely welcome feelings.

And then she was Meryl, and Meryl had been on an island for days. She didn’t know how she had arrived there, but she knew things were dangerous.

Meryl could feel the tension among her companions. Not once did she give any though to how they had arrived there either, all that mattered was the strange, heavy feeling of impending danger.

The house was large, dark, it was an old house. The small cracks on the walls and the sturdy building of the walls gave it away just as much as the antique furniture.

Meryl didn’t understand why the feeling grew heavier and heavier.

Someone was making things go wrong. What had seemed like a strange, maybe a little scary murder mystery style situation, had evolved into something different. It wasn’t one of them, was it?

Meryl wanted to go home, but she couldn’t. As she walked through the corridor, she didn’t spend a single thought on understanding how she had arrived there. All she knew was that at the end of the corridor there was a solution. There was freedom, maybe safety.

Meryl wanted to go home, she wanted it badly.

But found her body wouldn’t move anymore.

It was then that the child appeared. A child she didn’t know, but a child that felt familiar. A child she didn’t want to see anymore.

And the child walked to her. But her body still wouldn’t move.

And the closer he came, the more she kept on thinking that this couldn’t be real, that she had to be trapped in something else, that this couldn’t be more than a—-

Meryl realized that the knife didn’t hurt, but it was just as scary as if it did.

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I just.

I dunno.