by E. M. Gale
I should've listened to my mother...
I have always had this one dream. Constantly, this one idea that will never leave me. It plagues my every thought and controls my every move. I want to leave this place. I want to explore this world. To go home.
But I can't.
It all started when I was younger. I often went up into the rocky hills surrounding our house alone. I loved to be alone. My mother always told me to take someone with me, but I never did. She told me stories of people disappearing in those hills, but I never listened. I belonged in those hills.
Once, while I was exploring the hills farther than ever before, I came across a fissure in the rock just big enough for me to fit through. I pulled out the flashlight that I always carried with me in my backpack. There were many caves in these hills, this one seemed no different. How could I have been so deceived?
The farther I went in, the more I realized it was actually a tunnel. Where did it lead? I kept walking. The air grew colder and damper, but I kept going as if drawn by some magnetic force. I wanted to head back to the light fading behind me, but my feet kept moving forward as if they had their own minds. I began to feel scared. Could this be the cause of all the disappearances? I'm sorry mother for not listening to you.
A faint red light began to glow in front of me. As if in a trance, I continued towards it. The light grew brighter and brighter until I saw its source. A bright red crystal sat embedded in the rock in front of me, its light hurting my eyes. Without even questioning the sensibility of the action, I reached out my hand and touched the strange gem.
Rage and pain surged through me causing me to fall to the ground and convulse. As my consciousness drifted in and out from the excruciating pain, I thought that this would be the end.
But it wasn't. Not even close. I was changed, and not for the better. I was new, both mentally and physically. I had a new dream. A furtive desire to kill every living creature that moves. But deep inside, I fought against it. I trapped myself down in this tunnel so that I could never harm anyone, but I could also never see the light of day again or my mother or anyone or anything except this damned red crystal and myself.
The rabid beast that is now me continually tries to escape my self-made prison, but there is no getting out. I must contain myself to save everyone from myself. I wish I could go back in time and never enter this accursed cave in the first place, but it never works that way in real life.
I want to go home.