Blurry Line [IC]

What was this? What was that? Why? Millions of questions were conveyed through slate colored eyes; they belonged to someone who knew next to nothing of everything. The flat color of the eyes this thing possessed was an inaccurate representation of the activity that went on behind them. Symbols she had seen over and over again meant nothing, but were categorized successfully, and sounds which were once foreign were now familiar. It had been a total of two days since she had awoken, and although fast, her thoughts were getting hazy. She was dehydrated and hungry. Like most two year olds, Beloved had tried to shove certain things into her mouth and eat them, but so far metal and plastic did not appeal to her appetite. Her mood had started to become gloomy and frustrated.

Every new door she had gone through held nothing but the same white surroundings and more objects that did not taste good. That lack of other beings like her was also something that subconsciously made her worry. She was quite aware of herself, and somehow knew that she shouldn?t be alone. The only other beings that had looked like her seemed to be broken and covered in brown and red. Their clothing was not like hers either, she wore all black and they wore all white. Besides, they didn?t move at all, and she had given up on them a while ago. Instead she had continued wondering, mimicking noises when she heard them, and carefully gliding around so she did not to break anymore things than she already had. Certain guilt riddled her nerves whenever she did something like that, especially when something was not for eating and it had been smashed by her teeth anyway.

Beloved?s head lolled to the side as she sighed, her posture was slumped as she glided a few inches off of the ground monotonously, turning into another wall with a split down the middle, which she had learned indicated an opening. The sliding doors opened for her, making a whooshing noise, which she mimicked out of habit.

Her head righted itself as her eyes went wide; the room she just entered was drastically different from any other she had ever seen. A circular dome of a room was completely clear, showing trillions of bright lights. Even if she did not know what they were, stars, she did know one thing, they were wondrous. Tiny dots all around her, she spun around and smiled, mouth and arms wide. Beloved?s heartbeat went up as she reached the middle of the room, her reflection coming into view through a tall mirror that placed itself in her path.

The mirror started to whir and buzz. Her face came closer as she touched the mirror ever so lightly, seeing herself for the first time, it had to be her right? Her hands and her clothes were the same as the reflection. She smiled and her reflection smiled. One thing did not match though, it began to glow red, the mirror. She backed up, red was not a color she liked, in fact it was her least favorite. Her indignant expression and reproachful look glared at the mirror.

A beam of red hit her, and she found herself unable to move. The red beam multiplied and began working her DNA into bits, making her body disappear. Her body was recreated down on earth, appearing in the middle of the street in bits and pieces, finishing in a matter of five seconds.

Five seconds is not a very long time. And certainly not long enough for a van to swerve out of the way when a person appears in the middle of the road. And so it was that a van did crash into Beloved.

She lurched forward a few inches in surprise, her hands grabbing behind her, which stopped the van from flipping. Beeps and horns angrily sounded all around her, making her panic even more than she already was. Large metal objects stopped or whizzed by her, they were cars, but entirely unfamiliar to her. She let her grip go of the front of the van, turning around and pushing it off of her, her indent on the front of the van could be made out, as well as where her hands had gripped it. The van skidded back a foot or so, and Beloved took its overlook to mean she had broken it. The back of her outfit was now tattered, and the split on her right-thigh which showed the tattoo of her name had gotten even wider. Her knee-high boots touched the ground as she lowered herself to it, her hands covering her mouth in her guilty expression. They moved to her ears as she crouched down, scrunching her eyes closed as well. Images and noises she did not care for being sorted out. It was so loud all of a sudden! She wanted it to stop right now, but did not know how to make it stop. The sudden over-stimulus made her head spin even more than it had been with dehydration.

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