Blue Sunday IV: Impossible

“Hmm, a puzzle piece?”

The strange young man sitting in front of me gleamed down on my stiff paralyzed body. He had shot me with something sharp into the back of my leg. It felt as if it shattered through my skull. It paralyzed me, and I fell into a lake. He rescued me after I nearly destoyed his heart. He wants something from me.

“You are very creative…” He peered down at my face, an icy feeling crept onto my forehead. I could see a scar under his left eye. He scared me the more he sat there, sneaking up into my thoughts.

“To tell the truth, I am actually a labyrinth with no ending. I haven’t even found the correct path, quite yet.” He grinned with a large glint of humor pasted across his face, “I hope I will be able to find that pair of sheers to make that path.”

Well, that eased my stomach. He seemed friendlier than I thought. But I am not dropping my guard.

“Well, I guess I will leave you be.” He stood, shuffling the dirt of his long black overcoat, “This was fun. I hope I will find someone as interesting as you, again.” He walked away slowly. I had no idea where he went, though. But, for some odd reason, I felt as if I wanted to see him again. It was a strange attachment. And as I lie there, listening to my thoughts, knowing that he was listening to them somewhere, I felt sleep drift over my eyes. I couldn’t help but close my eyes…

“Brother, c’mon.” My sister was tugging a long sleeve shirt I wore. She was in a black dress, her face hadn’t shifted in motion, “Let’s go find Mama, okay?”

“Alright, August, I’m coming.” I actually spoke to her, I knew it was some type of dream. I wouldn’t speak to anyone after that day. So I grabbed her by the hand and led her quickly into a large place of colors and motion. Faces passed us constantly, and I gripped tighter onto August’s hand. I didn’t want to let her be gone, ever.

I reached a large watchtower. It was completely white, black flowers were spray painted onto them. It felt like one of those old movies where everything was black and white. There was no fast action.

August immediately let go of my hand, “Look, Brother! Remember this place?” She ran towards the tower in excitement. I hadn’t seen her like that before in my life. When she stode up those black and white checkered stairs and threw herself through the door, I peered up at the sky. It was black, white comets flung themselves across the sky.

Peace.

That was what I thought. Peace. The opposite of the real world. When I looked at the roof of the tower, a familiar face looked at me in complete harmony.

“Hmm, I guess you are looking for a puzzle piece. Yet, you do not have it, and you are not it. It may be standing directly in front of you. All you have to do is observe it closely. Beware of the next trap in your future.”

The strange man looked at me. His long white hair strand down his back. He gleamed a smile down on me. I decided to respond to him, hoping that he will answer.

“Stranger, what is your name?” I took a step forward, seeing him shoot towards me in a flash of blinding light.

“Carlisle.” He dispersed into the air, leaving me alone in that opposite world.

 I looked quickly behind my shoulder, seeing a woman and her child entering a carousel. Its large black and white horses, lions, and zebras stared at me with strange black eyes. I wondered if I would ever see this opposite world ever again. Was I different here? Was August cured? Was my life different?

After all these questions, August took my hand from behind me.

“Brother, where’s Mama?”  She looked at me in the eyes with worry, tears streamed down her face like pouring rain. I picked her up, hoping I could cheer her up. She couldn’t remember what happened, but she could remember that this place was familiar. I had never been here before.

I couldn’t just say it was her fault. After that day, we both changed. Even if we didn’t realize it. I hoped that Carlisle would come back. I hoped that I could see Mama again. But, in this opposite world, would we be able to?

Impossible.