The Silhouette Is Alway's Lit

The sunset was growing dimmer by the second and I could see the stars in the sky begin to appear into oblivion. I was sitting upon a silhouetted hued rock with Gney, my girlfriend, sitting on my lap. She was pouring a bottle of merlot into a wine glass. She poured a second glass, this time for me, and once filling the receptacle she placed the bottle of wine down beside the rock I was on. We drank and sipped, and finished the first cup of wine, and poured another, and another, and another, and so forth, eventually we had the feel of histamine and tyramine ebbing and eddying inside our veins.

“Hey….Yelial, thank you for finally taking me on a first date. It’s been a long time coming. How long have we been together, and how long have we been postponing this date? A while, sir.”

“Sorry, for the wait. I've never been good on dates. I need peace, quiet that’s why I decided to bring you up on this hill for our first date, it's beautiful isn't it.”

She nodded in agreement.

The moon vibrated with a cold effulgence that bloomed over the sea and made its water scintillate a clear porcelain dreamy reflection that beamed outward. The vast ocean made the shadow behind it shine brighter than it could ever alone.

“What are you thinking, sweety?”

“Uh, nothing, I’m just staring at the reflection coming from the sea..”

“What's wrong? What's on your mind, you seem down.”

"It's nothing, don't worry, I'm just thinking that this darkness is being lit up.”

“And?” She said.

“And… isn’t that what we all wish for? To be seen. Maybe that’s what it’s about? To be shown our innocence that seeps in the darkness? To just be seen as something callowed…?”

"Mmm, maybe you're right.” She said, booping my stubby nose.

“And…?”

She laughed. “Nothing...and what? I'm not the philosophical one… you are, Yelial.”

“Maybe, I’m sorry for asking,” I chuckled “Try not to think so hard, with that peanut brain of yours.”

“Oh I see how it is, you dummy.” She said with a cute laugh.

“Haha, what?”

“Nothing, nothing.” She looked down to her feet, trying to adjust herself better on my lap. “Hey, can I ask you something?”

“What is it, Gney?”

“Based on what you just said, If you were given the chance to visit my past, or given the sight to see through me, through my brain to be exact, would you?”

“You’re brain? Like an X-ray, or…?”

“Something more in-depth than an x-ray. An x-ray can see your brain, but not your brain’s sole heart, do you get what I am trying to say?”

“A little?”

“Would you still love me if you knew every secret and every dark spot that filled every filthy part of my encephalon?”

I laughed a bit: “That’s a very poetic, maybe even demeaning question.”

“Well…?” She said with her eyes widening.

“Such, such, an impertinent question. Why are you asking? Is there something I need to know, hm?”

“I just...have so much I haven’t said.”

“It’s okay, I think everyone can feel like that. No one says the whole truth.”

“Yes, but I don’t want to be like everyone.”

“Too bad. You are the same as everyone, but in the end, accepting it, is what makes you different.”

“Huh, I never saw it like that. Do you have any secrets you haven’t told me?”

“There's a ton I haven't said.”

“What do you mean, a ton? What haven’t you told me?”

“I'm not sure. I've told you a little bit about myself, but there are things I don't even know. We can share a brief summary of ourselves to our loved one, but in the end, there's always something locked away from ourselves."

“Maybe you're right. So, would you want to know everything?”

“Yes, I’d like to know every bit and piece that you are afraid to see. Can you share with me, right now?” I said, hesitantly.

Soon after she began to speak with a slight tremble.

Once initiating her story of self, I felt this reverberation emit inside me. The tumultuous sound made my mind go blank, but blank in a scattered sense. I looked towards the girl sitting on my lap and saw her speaking. Hypnosis imagery began streaming out of her soft lips. It was a white-grey encircling, lined figment, I stared at it, and for a brief moment, I felt as if my body was being magnetically attracted to it. I hadn’t noticed at the moment, but I was no longer sitting on the rock, and the girl was no longer pulsating on my lap. I was still able to hear her, but not in the normalized sense. Her voice was not a voice, but a noise, a frequency, staticking all inside my brain and body. I felt memories, not of my own, zooming inside my brain, and without hesitation, I grabbed my head, my heart, my chest, I felt everything, every shockwave breaching me. There was this contestation of feeling, disseminating all across, and branding my view with pure blackness. An image quickly popped into my vision and quickly battered away and soda fizzed into oblivion. A contortion of sound and shade made a tainting color that I had never seen before.

The flashing spectrums of the rainbow, intermixed every color, creating a poo brown, that broke through my every ploy and damaged every nerve in my brain for a split moment before finally getting to one image.

The depiction I was given sight to was of a little girl, wearing pink and blue shoes, and a light salmon hue dress that surfaced all the way down, just above her shins, enough to see her feet. She had her hair in red cute pigtails, and just below, and just above her neck was a beautiful countenance. She had a rosy, delightful blushed face of love, that suggested she knew directions into the empyreans.

A grown woman hovered over her, pointing directly at her small top, questioning her. Words stagnantly streamed out of her and ripped and shredded the girl’s pride and belittled her into clearescent tears.

The situation grew worse and surpassed the lady's aggressive speech. The woman in the dress suit pulled her arm up and pushed it down with force towards the little girl. I closed my eyes before seeing the rest. All I could hear was the wave of sound that flung out of the girl, in a caterwaul.

The elegiac scenario came to cessation, and the imagery and color placed in front of me drew a new pigment of life, the inside of a room. The room was dim, but within its obscureness was a little light, a yellow and whitish muckish kindle that, configured directly in the middle of the room. I tried moving towards it, but I couldn't. I was stuck in one place. I stood behind a bubble or blob of thought, within black fetid walls.

In the depths of the black void, a non-apparent being made a transparent stomping on the wooden floors that seeped in the moon's shade. From behind the blob imagery, I felt the vibration of a groan.

The lights in the middle of the room, underneath the white sleek sheath, tuned off. A wind coming from the open window made the blanket fly off, slowly, revealing a little girl holding a flashlight to her face.

“Hello? Who’s there? Boogeyman? Mom told me about you, she told me you’re afraid of the lights. She told me you’re afraid of shine? Don’t come near!”

Nothing, but the winds, hymns came, and a loud slow stomping that made the building she was in, tremble. It came closer, and closer. Eventually, a beastly face showed out of the shadows. It was gruesome, at least something you would not wish to imagine while eating. It had three horns, with skeeping, torn skin, and its eyes were bulging wide and did not shut. The two opticals held a reddish pigment as if its blood vessels had popped completely in both eyes. Intrigued by this I placed my palm onto my chin in consideration of what might happen next. The little girl in the frame of the blob looked frightened by this creature. She was close to crying, but before she could scream out for help, a yell came. From where? I wasn’t sure. The beast looked at the girl and licked his lips and dragged his slurring salivating tongue onto his yellow-grey and paled chin, and gave an unshining stained and crooked smile. He charged at her, but before reaching her she woke up. The lights blasted down from her ceiling and blinded her little eyes.

“What are you doing? Get up. I told you we were leaving early.” Her mother said. “I don’t have time for this, get up now! If you don’t I will go get the belt, and the rope, and I promise you I will tie you up on the balcony, and let you hang there.”

The little girl did not say anything, she just laid still with her arm over her facade. The little girl in the shark tale pajamas heard her mother walk away in anger. The image on the distorted bubble blanked, making the location I was in faded into pure blackness.

A flicker or two emitted until a pigment of life engulfed the blob back into a shape. The picture formed, and transfigured that same little girl from just moments before, being dragged out onto the balcony, and swung over it. I saw the child's face and quickly realized that it was Gney.

The lights stopped flickering, the color incinerated into oblivion, the chide I once felt, and the joy I once held had left my flesh. I sat on the rock again, I looked down towards my lap and found the girl I was with, speaking, and describing the last thing I saw.

Her arms were wrapped around the back of my neck, and her head was shoved into my chest.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay baby, it’s okay, it’s just the past, it’s just dead dreams, it’s okay.” I caressed her reddish and brownish hair. “It’s okay, shh.”

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“Crying, talking, bringing up the past. I’m sorry.”

The wind bloomed into our skin and humbled us. We stared out into the sea, and we glared up at the grey crater, and the shadow behind the pelagic; beautiful, we both must have thought.