"Let's head back before the timer goes again."
…
Silences accompany me in a room where light bears no fruit. I was there — tearing into my tomb of a chest. I felt it.. each tear, every scream, every groan, and cut I carved. I was angry, mad… and sad.
I knew not why. It was an unexplainable feeling, one of emptiness. And this pain felt real. Realer than anything I have ever known and this net that held me… that had trapped me… was One of many dreams. Many that will never end.
" What the hell am I doing here? In this miserable place…"
He stopped and dropped. Curling up like an infant. The world itself seemed to swallow him. In its silence, Cery called. Her voice echoed through the room.
"Azzy" Cery called. Her eyes glazed over him.
Without turning to face her he replied. "Why are you here?"
"I- what do you mean?" The number of wounds along with his reply stopped her. He was lying in a puddle of blood.
Being alone in this nightmare… had led him to self-harm. A sense of destruction.
" Azzy… how-" She was stopped by Azzy as he pounced on her. Forcing her to the ground, his hands wrapped her neck, as he tried to mangle her. Cery didn't try to fight back or move.
"Why did you come here?!! Why was I brought here?! What have I done for you to torture me!!?" he cried, as it became harder for him to breathe. His hands trembled. Then he gripped his chest and fell. "Why?" he whispered, broken.
She had no words. She just lay there… beneath him. Eyes avoiding his pain.
"How about you wake up now?"
His eyes blinked slowly, and again landed on Cery.
"Huh? Where are we?" he asked sluggishly. As if their altercation hadn't happened. But maybe it didn't?
She answered, "In front of the house…"
Looking around, he realized they were. " I fell into the nightmare again… but you know what? I can't remember it. Not like I would since my skin would crawl."
"Yeah… you're right." Her words seemed cold… "I'm going to go…"
"Yeah sure…" he watched as she floated anyway.
…
After a while, he dragged his body to the door, opened it then dropped the goods at the foot of the door before collapsing on the couch not too far.
" Mommy… I miss you," he muttered. Then the thought of whether she would recognize him crossed his mind. He got up and went to a mirror. Looking at himself, he became quite rough-looking. For the first, he had a beard, not a bush of beard but still one. As he examined himself closely his rose coloured eyes were now ringed and his copper skin became a little darker. My hair is more white than silver now.
"Would Ma know it's me?"