[lost in dreams]

So here is a little bit more. Thought i would jump on this again before it dissapired off of the first page again. I am sorry for the poor spelling and grammer as usual. I'm just not good enough to put it right even with Works shouting at me.


Thirteen

“Oh honey, it’s OK, it’s all right.” Willow soothed coming back towards me across the room and placing her arm around my shoulders before leading me over to the sofa and gesturing for me to sit down. “I promise that it will be OK Harper.” Willow soothed leaning over and taking the box of tissues that had magically appeared in front of us on the coffee table in the last few moments along with a vase of roses and a dish of sweets. All little quirks from my old home that I used to love so much, but even though my mind thought it and longed for it the recreations just seemed slightly odd even though in in there appearance they where perfect and I wished them away inside my head making the actual objects disappear with a pop.

I was sobbing now, big tears falling from my eyes and down my cheek as Willow tried to comfort me but my head kept making a mess of everything which in turn made the scenery and the objects in the living room erupt into a disordered mess or colours and clashing objects which only made me cry harder at the devastation I seemed to be causing.

“House, calm down,“ Willow whispered talking to the air around us, “Harper is really upset right now and doesn’t know what she wants, do us a favour and put yourself back to what you where and stop changing.” Willow chirped making everything in the room jump back to what it was in seconds before sticking that way. I made a mental note that in Heaven houses where living things that could be talked to which I hated as much as the idea of magic doors and talking animals but I didn’t have a choice; I was stuck with it.

Of course what I should of wanted was to go back home again. I should have been regretting my choice to come by now but something still stopped me. It may have hurt now but at least the pain of living was over and least I didn’t feel quite so bad all of the time when I was here; like the constant pain that had always been heavy inside me weighing me down for no reason at all was gone. At least the tears I was crying now. I was crying them for a reason. Still I couldn’t get the dark feeling out of the back of me head that what o had really been looking for when I took that overdose was a never ending black whole to crawl into.

“Come on Harper,” Willow said gently tugging on my arm to get up after she handed me another tissue. “Come and see what you have created through here, it’s amazing and it will cheer you up. Your one step away from making your walls go black and making it rain inside.” Willow smiled dragging my still heavy body through the same door as she had gone to at the end of the room and into something that was a part of my fantasy land.

The room I now stood in was massive. As big as any popular concert hall back in the UK and it was stunning. The walls floors and ceiling was covered in soft sloping glass and inside the glass where fish but not any fish, Siamese fighting fish of every style colour and size you could imagine. Yellows, reds blues and greens danced gracefully past my eyes and I stared around in awe at the perfect clear water and the shiny gray rocks the littered the seen. Tall green vines lifted up from the floor that must have sat about teen feet below where I was standing reaching up towards the artificial yet amazingly realistic stars that shone brightly and proudly down towards us lighting the whole aquarium in a beautiful cool fragmented light but the most amazing was the fact that all these tens of thousands of fighting fish that should have been ripping the fins off of each other where all swimming together Dancing in and out of the scenery and chasing each other playfully for miles down the walls. None where dying or old or sick and none looked lonely sad. In short in was pure dream like perfection; an image of fantasy taken straight out from the depths of my secret longing and I could of stayed there forever with out getting board or tired.

“Now this is what I call an imagination and on your fist day too.” Willow laughed and begrudgingly I tore my eyes away from the group of 10 brilliant red and black fighters that where doing some sort of synchronised dance right above my head.

“This was from inside of me?” I asked in a whisper still spell bound from what was happening around me in all directions.

“Well it must be, it’s inside your house.” Willow smiled

“It seemed so impossible that there was a bright dream world like this somewhere inside on me.” I said quietly spinning around of the spot with my arms open wide as I got lost in the fishes perfect and graceful movement.

“Why’s that Harper?”

“because it was so black inside me by the end, so lost and so full of pain that I thought I would never feel the beauty in a dream ever again but it seemed it was there all along; maybe I should have just tried to find the light switch.”