Post by janaeclaire on May 20, 2010 18:24:04 GMT -5
Artemis.
I wasn't sure why I was there. I knew I should probably be back at home, working on my usual, lonely dinner while I planned out my next playlist for the show tonight... but I couldn't. I took another step forward, something tugging at my heart as I neared the abandoned prison. Mother always warned me to stay away from places like this, but it didn't feel dangerous. I mean, what's the worst that could happen? I mean seriously. Oh damn, a rat is gonna nibble me to death! I mean, come on. Get real. The most I felt for this place was well... okay, I admit it. A lot. I smoothed my coffee colored hair from my face, my green eyes considering the worn down place carefully. I drove by every day, and I always got the same feeling. Like I belonged. I got the same feelings for pretty much all the places in the area, but this is the one I happened to drive by today. And I just couldn't resist. I had to stop. I got an odd feeling as I took slower steps towards the building, a deep depression in my chest, like a heavy hole. If that made any sense. I wet my lips and recalled the dreams I always had. Kind eyes. Comforting scents. I remembered soft feelings. Warm touches. The memory made me smile, but then I got sad when I remembered this "memory" was only a dream.
So why did this place make me feel like all of that was so real?
I took a deep breath and paused. What was I doing here? I mean, this was so stupid! I was coming to some prison based off a "feeling". I knew exactly what I would say to someone if they told me they were doing this. "What are you trying to find? Some kind of sign? Moron." You see, I didn't believe in signs. Or feelings. Or any of that load of bull. I almost turned back right then, turning away from it and taking one step back towards my old black 1967 Chevrolet Impala, but then stopped, my left hip burning. Not in the physical sense, but... I don't know. it burned. And itched. I bit my lip and looked over my shoulder, feeling that tug at my heart. "Come on, Artemis." I whispered to myself. "You're being stupid." But I turned back anyways, walking up to the prison without hesitation. I mean, what harm could it do anyways? With that last thought, I reached the crumbled entry-way of the prison, weathered from unprotected storm after another. My lightly brushed the walls as I entered, breathing in the musty, damp air. Something in my stirred, and I bit my lip. With another deep breath, I ran a hand through my plush hair and walked a little into the long, tall corridor of the first line of cells.
I crossed my arms over my torso and stood still, listening. Waiting. I shut my green eyes and took in everything, trying to grasp that feeling of security and tenderness I felt every time I thought of those dreams. Every time I passed by this prison and other places like the warehouse. Or even the cemetery, believe it or not. That probably made me some kind of freak, but whatever. It seemed every place like I went to, I could smell something wild, something musky, and I always felt so safe. Like I wasn't alone. So, I tried to grab onto that feeling while I stood in the middle of this empty prison. I knew I should be either a) creeped out or b) weirded out. Either way, I shouldn't have felt so comfortable and at home in this prison. Where a lot of people probably died. I moved those thoughts away, finally. I cleared my mind and just waited.
Finally, I opened my eyes, feeling more than foolish. "God, what were you expecting?" I muttered to myself. "A fucking sparkling cherub or something?" I shook my head, my face flushed with embarrassment, even though there was no one there. I shook my head with a shamed smile and turned around. Suddenly, I jumped and gasped, my heart leaping to my throat when I saw a figure standing in the entry way...