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Rita meets Sam

(A fictional short story where Rita meets Samantha who is no one but Rita herself)

By Ayesha MunirPublished 5 years ago 3 min read
Rita meets Sam
Photo by Martin Brechtl on Unsplash

"Time travel is real" screamed baby Nina. "Have you finished your mashed potatoes hon?" asked Mrs. Foster. "Dad, Nina wrote on my journal. Why is she so annoying?" I yelled as I packed my bag in a rush. "She's a kid sweetie! Did you pack your lunch?" questioned Mr. Foster. "I am not a twelve year old anymore, Can you stop?" I replied as I walked towards the main door. "I'm leaving!" I screamed. "I'll pick you up after school ,Rita!" yelled Mr. Foster as he followed me. "No Dad, I'm going to movies after college. Can you for once stop treating me like a baby?" I replied as I walked towards the car. This was the only conversation going through my head when I woke up. I remember walking to the school, it was Monday. I ran towards my bed. I was looking for my cellphone. I could not find it. I tried having a peek out of the window, There were trees all around the house. I could not see a being. I could not hear Nina talking. Mum and dad were not yelling. I panicked and ran down the stairs into the kitchen. "Mum? Dad? Nina?" I yelled. Still, no one answered. I was trembling, my body was cold and I felt dizzy. I grabbed my school bag and smashed opened the door. There was a tall tree standing right in front of my house.

Looking at that tree, I had a flash back. Back when I was Granny told me tales about the trees that had narrow path ways. Path ways that led to parallel universes. "Am I dreaming?" said Rita as she walked towards the big old tree. "Hello Rita" echoed a voice almost non existent. I froze as I heard the voice. "Who are you?" I asked in a voice comparatively louder. "You are in the world, far from yours." replied the voice. I was scared yet curious. I moved closer to the trunk and touched it, the surface was un even and hard. There were patches of mud all over it. "We are the rulers!" said the voice which was now heavier and louder. I had my hand placed over it's trunk. The root I stood on vibrated as if it was an earthquake and I fell. The fear inside me numbed my brain and I could not think. Just as I stood up and looked at the tree. I heard foot steps behind me. "We are the creators!" said the voice. "We choose to let you live" said another voice. I slowly turned around to see no one. "I am Your world, You resided inside me for seventeen years" said the voice. I circled around the tree staring at those long thick branches. "Are you a talk-" I said as I saw a big weird mouth on the other side of the fat trunk. "Yes, I'm your world!" replied the big nasty, dirty looking mouth at the middle of this tree's trunk. "Every single tree that you see is a world you don't know of" said the big tree. "Why am I not inside you?" I asked. "Were you happy being there?" asked the tree. "Yes, Yes!" I replied. "You were not!" said the tree as it roared louder than thunder.

I was confused and none of it made sense to me. "You're Samantha now!" said the old tree. "Walk inside that tree, you'll have Mr. and Mrs. Ranchers are waiting to have you" added the big tree and one of his branches pointed at the tree far away. "Is there a second chance? Can I go back?" I asked, sitting lifelessly on a rock. No one replied. I looked up, the mouth on the center of the tree was not there any more. A man walked towards me. "I'm here Samantha!" whispered the man as he held my hand. We started walking towards the other tree, the other world. Nina wasn't annoying anymore. I missed mum and Dad. I missed Rita! I looked back at the big old talking tree and a tear fell off my cheek. "Lets go Sam" said the man as we walked into the neighboring tree. I remember walking through pathways. I remember walking to an other world.

Horror

About the Creator

Ayesha Munir

Hi, I'm a sophomore at the Institute of space technology on my way to complete my degree in Space Science. I write stories and other stuff cuz they don't let me write on campus, there ain't much opportunities but I seem to not stop.

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