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withusyouwillstay) wrote2015-06-18 11:36 pm
withusyouwillstay) wrote2015-06-18 11:36 pm
Second Home By The Sea.
How long had he been here, he'd wondered.
To be honest, he had no idea. Time had long since lost all meaning to him, and the rising and the setting of the sun had happened so many times now he no longer had a number for how many he'd witnessed.
It didn't stop him from looking out the windows now and then. Out onto the shoreline, with all its houses, and the boats tied up at the wharf. Birds danced on the winds, but they never ventured close.
Birds never came anywhere near the house where he now resided. They were as frightened of the home by the sea as the people were.
People.
He wondered what it must be like, out there on the beach. In the town. Who were those people who lived there? What were they like? The people who never came near to the house.
I have forgotten so much, and I cannot remember.
Heading up the staircase he paused only to take note of the pictures and paintings that hung there, with their golden frames. He wanted to touch them, but he never did.
He never touched anything any more.
As he went up, several of the house's inhabitants drifted down, whispering so softly they were almost inaudible.
"Lllllleeettttt usssss oooouuuuuttttttt....," they said as one. "Lllllllleeeeetttt uuuuuusssssss ooooouuuuutttttt......"
He never answered them. He hardly even paid attention to them. And for the most part, they gave him no heed either. They ignored him - even the lucid ones, and he they. And the only time they ever gave each other real regard, was whenever a newcomer arrived.
Another soul to become trapped like all the rest were.
Ascending the staircase took no effort at all. Something he would've marvelled at, in a time beyond his recollection. When he got to the top, he made his rounds of the second floor.
In and out of the rooms. One by one. It was almost ritual now.
But one room...
Today, one room was different.
One room did not hold inside it what it was supposed to.
He looked about. The inhabitants seemed not to notice this sudden change to their house. It was as if the changes were only visible to him and him alone.
"Lllllllleeettttt usssssss oooooouuuutttttt...," said one of the shadows as it drifted down the staircase.
Let us out, his mind repeated, and before he knew it, he was heading into the now-radically-altered room....
To be honest, he had no idea. Time had long since lost all meaning to him, and the rising and the setting of the sun had happened so many times now he no longer had a number for how many he'd witnessed.
It didn't stop him from looking out the windows now and then. Out onto the shoreline, with all its houses, and the boats tied up at the wharf. Birds danced on the winds, but they never ventured close.
Birds never came anywhere near the house where he now resided. They were as frightened of the home by the sea as the people were.
People.
He wondered what it must be like, out there on the beach. In the town. Who were those people who lived there? What were they like? The people who never came near to the house.
I have forgotten so much, and I cannot remember.
Heading up the staircase he paused only to take note of the pictures and paintings that hung there, with their golden frames. He wanted to touch them, but he never did.
He never touched anything any more.
As he went up, several of the house's inhabitants drifted down, whispering so softly they were almost inaudible.
"Lllllleeettttt usssss oooouuuuuttttttt....," they said as one. "Lllllllleeeeetttt uuuuuusssssss ooooouuuuutttttt......"
He never answered them. He hardly even paid attention to them. And for the most part, they gave him no heed either. They ignored him - even the lucid ones, and he they. And the only time they ever gave each other real regard, was whenever a newcomer arrived.
Another soul to become trapped like all the rest were.
Ascending the staircase took no effort at all. Something he would've marvelled at, in a time beyond his recollection. When he got to the top, he made his rounds of the second floor.
In and out of the rooms. One by one. It was almost ritual now.
But one room...
Today, one room was different.
One room did not hold inside it what it was supposed to.
He looked about. The inhabitants seemed not to notice this sudden change to their house. It was as if the changes were only visible to him and him alone.
"Lllllllleeettttt usssssss oooooouuuutttttt...," said one of the shadows as it drifted down the staircase.
Let us out, his mind repeated, and before he knew it, he was heading into the now-radically-altered room....