Falling Back

The wind filed through every blade of grass with a series of soft rustles, each creeping closer to Aly's delicate ears. But not even the cheery bright green sea could whisk away her ocean of sadness. A flood had been born, but no one ever knew. There was a makeshift dam keeping the emotions inside, but soon would surely break. This makeshift obstacle was constructed of only strong cardboard, which leaked little tear drops now and then. But would anyone ever know the full maximum of Aly's sadness? It was the fear she lived in- knowing no one could ever evaluate of fathom the truth.
Aly kicked the rubble and toe-splitting rocks, now faced with a giant red and white fence. The fence blocked off a forest, warning her not to trespass. Lord knew why somebody would cut throats over a giant block of trees and a field of those tall, wheat-like plants Aly did not know the name of. However, this place had always been special to her. It wasn't a quiet thinking place or a place for investing sweet emotions into frivolous poetry. Oh no, it was much more than that. It had a cherished ominous feel that gave it a heartwarming personality. Aly had a thing for onimous, no matter how odd it may have seem. Suddenly, her stomach began to twist violently.
For one partial of a second, or seemingly one short eternity, a blurry face passed through Aly's mind as she eyed the field. Katrina. Could it be? Aly longed to sneak closer and run into the forest. The longer she thought, the more sick she felt. It had to be true. Katrina had been gone for a week. It was all clicking into place- where else could she be? She certainly had been taken.
It was then that Aly realized even more horror to it all. Maybe if Katrina hadn't been a medium, just maybe, she wouldn't have been gone. They had seen someone in the field the months leading up to her disappearance. Unpleasant things had happened. There were warnings, nightmares, faces, signs. If she hadn't communicated with the latter existence, where would she be today? It was physically easy, yet emotionally and mentally difficult to answer that.
In one motion, Aly pulled down the unstable fence and stepped into the woods. She ran into the field and was met with the predicted sight. Katrina laid with her eyes open, the rest of the details too grim to relay. It was all over now. Crystal had come. To know that the paranormal possessed such brutal homicidal abilities was too much for Aly to take. Suddenly, it all began to crash down.
Her best friend gone. No one left to understand her. Bullying. A frightening grade drop. Hurt. Anger. Misunderstanding. Hate. The fear of knowing she could be killed. But this time Aly did not cry. She did not know how to express such a blend of sadness and shock. All guns were now pointed at her. This was it. She returned back to the fallen gate, her back to the forest. She closed her eyes and stood still. A dash of darkness began to form in the air behind her. The darkness accumulated more bits of darkness and soon created a large portal-like hole.
Images of Aly's fears, nightmares, frightening figments of her imagination, and Crystal teemed inside of the hole, waiting for her. There was only one thing left to do. Aly had to give in to her fears. She had to give up and let the darkness carry her wherever she could go. Aly slowly leaned back and fell into the hole, engulfed by the darkness. Aly opened her eyes, and for a few seconds only saw darkness. Suddenly, a white light more brilliant and bright than the green grass shone all around her. She caught sight of Katrina's smiling face. She was okay. Everything from now and forever would be right. She was in a better place, away from her fears, her hurt, and her lonliness. Here, and here only, was where she needed to be.