Where’s your heart?

Why? What are these dreams? For the last few months I’ve been having what I consider a nightmare. You’d think being without any family for 13 years is a nightmare. Ever since the world fell to chaos because of petty disagreements between countries, I’ve been searching this hell for some type of life form. At least one that isn’t trying to turn me into human mashed potatoes.

She only comes in my dreams. I can’t seem to remember much about her but long black hair, piercing black eyes and the oddest thing in these times a dainty silver heart locket. I say odd with how it shines and seems so familiar. I haven’t quite figured out why I keep having the dreams or who she is. Lately I’ve been following the dreams. They’ve taken me to North Carolina where even in its haunting state still had some charm, I would have settled there but she came again in what looked like the deserts of Arizona? How does she get around so quick? There’s no cars anymore it’s what fascinates yet frightens me. As I move across the country searching I wonder if she knows about me as well. Does she dream too?

Tonight I’m not going to worry about it, I have to search for some type of food. Lately I’ve been living off of various plants I find in my travels. I wish I had some type of protein. Shit I’d even settle for ants. This will be one of my more challenging quests. So far I’ve made it to Arkansas. From here I’ll go down a river. From what I remember there’s one that goes completely across so hopefully I’ll get through quickly.

Either way water is always nice to be around the sounds make me feel less alone and safe. Maybe I’ll start making a raft or something. It’s weird I’ve been having this feeling of being watched but there’s hardly anything out here. It’s still concerning, I think I have gotten pretty good at sensing others but not here. It’s like the state is just completely empty. I’ve made my raft, it’s not the best but it should do.

As I go down the river, I start to notice a majority of the trees look dead. Which might be considered normal but these were a different . It looked as if a black shining substance was bleeding from them. How peculiar, if I wasn’t in a slight hurry I might’ve checked it out. The rivers seems to have gotten darker too, my eyes must be playing a trick on me. It’s getting dark maybe I should try to get some sleep.

“Where’s your heart?” she whispered in a sad old voice.

Is this another dream? No it can’t be. I think I’m awake, I feel awake but I’m not on the raft anymore. This room is blinding I can’t make anything out but those dark deep eyes that simply can’t be human.

“Where is your heart!?” This time she yelled and seemed hurt.

“What heart?” “Why am I here and who the fuck are you?!”

She turned cold instantly.

“Oh I see You’ve forgotten” her voice was monotone this time and she raised her hand to snap.

How am I back on the raft? What is she? What heart?

As I put my hand on my chest I felt my heart beating like crazy. I wonder what she meant. Also where in the hell am I?!

I’m on the raft somehow but in snow?

I don’t have the feeling of being watched anymore.

I get up and begin walking around trying to find some type of shelter.

In the distance I see a small shack, I guess I’ll head there.

As the door creaks open I see there’s a comforting fire dancing in the fireplace. There’s a small table and a rocking chair. Okay a little weird. There looks like a snowstorm might be coming and there’s no where else to go. As I sit on the chair I notice a small box on the table. I go to pick it up, what? Don’t judge me I’m a curious person I have to see what’s in it. The box feels like it’s pulsating. I should just put it down. “It’s not mine.” As I think that thought my name slowly begins to appear on the top in a inky black just like the trees. Damn I must be losing it. Anyways I open the little box carefully to not disturb my name, I must admit seeing “Chris” on the top was mesmerizing. The ink or whatever you’d call it really was beautiful it seemed to have crushed sapphires. Inside the box I found a small silver locket just like hers. As I opened it I didn’t see a picture I saw what looked like a small needle. Odd.

With that I think it’s time for sleep I need to process what the hell is going on. I’ll lay closer to the fire just to keep warm.

What now?

It’s freezing, I swear I fell asleep by that damn fire.

Why is it so dark too?

“Have you found your heart dear?” This voice was familiar yet sickeningly sweet.

“If you mean the necklace, yes.”

SNAP

The room is again blinding it’s as if we are inside a lightbulb.

Her face seemed to be scrunched up, it might have just been the creepy grin she was giving me.

She asked to see the heart so I complied and handed it to her. I noticed how long and delicate her fingers were. She had nails that looked like they were made of millions of needles.

Wait needles?

As she took the needle from the locket she examined it carefully.

“Perfect” “just perfect” she spoke as if in a trance.

I don’t know if it’s my imagination but the needle got bigger.

She snapped again but I didn’t teleport anywhere this time instead I felt a sharp pain in my chest.

I looked down again and those shining sapphires and ink was dripping out. I went to cover the wound and felt the needle, as hard as I tried I couldn’t get it out. I felt myself becoming weaker and weaker by the second

“Don’t worry, I have your heart now” she giggled.

“What are you doing to me?”

“Oh my dear, it’s a shame you’ve forgotten me. If you’d have remembered, you’d still be alive” she said in a sultry voice

That’s the last thing I heard before…