Marionette Of Sorrrows Chapter 3

Wading through the fog Connor looked around, wondering where he was. The blades of the cattails softly brushed against him as he walked through the bushes breeze guiding them as if reaching out for him. The fog was thick enough that he could see it moving before him, making the breeze in the air feel like a suffocating blanket stifling him. Trying to move forward he continued to walk on not knowing where he was heading or what he was looking for. But I am searching for something. I must be searching for something, otherwise why do I feel like I have to keep moving? He thought to himself. Pausing for a moment he looked around, everything looked the same from when he stopped not to long ago. What if I am not moving at all but rather walking in place. The thought quickly flickered through his mind.

When suddenly as clear as day, he heard an amused girlish giggle. Glancing around he tried to scan through the fog to locate its source. As it continued to giggle he started running, not sure where he was going but the need to find it overwhelmed him. As he sprinted it slowly turned to laughter echoing through out the fog. The sound of his feet pounding against the ground as he ran in unison with the beating of his heart creating that all too familiar rhythm pushing him until he could push himself any longer.

He stopped for a moment to catch his breath trying to breath in the thick air. Trying to get a bearing on his location he squinted his eyes as if it could make them able to see through the fog any better. It was then he realized that the laughter had stopped. It was silent except for the sound of the cattail’s blades swaying in the breeze.

It then dawned on him that he was alone. As he had not even come across nor heard any birds, animals, or even insects, just fog and cattails The lack of other living things started to unnerve him. Not to mention whether there was a sun or not it was quickly getting dark. Glancing down at the ground he saw only more fog. It was as if there was no ground though he could feel it beneath his feet as he pressed his foot down about to shift the direction that he would walk. But a soft tap on his back stopped him.

Quickly turning around he saw her, standing there alone. The last of light had slipped away and darkness surrounded them. The fog swirling around her, but not enough to obscure her face or her loose wavy blonde hair rippling past her shoulders in the instant that he saw her. Her opalescent blue eyes stared back at him, a shy smile played at her lips.

“Connor” he heard his name in a soft sing song voice rousing him from the fogginess.

As if a bucket of ice water had been poured over him, Connor sat straight up taking in a deep breath. He looked around his living room disorientated, realizing that he must have fallen asleep while reading the journal. Slowly stretching out his arms in hopes to dispel the disorientation of suddenly being startled awake he quickly ran through his recollection of his dream.

Smoothing back his hair with his hand he reached to pick up the journal that had fallen on the floor. Connor saw that it had fallen face open on to the floor to a page that he must have passed over quickly; curiously he slouched back into the comfort of the couch putting his on the edge of the coffee table. But before he could read past the first word there was a sudden yet distinct knocking at his front door. Slightly bewildered he wondered who it could be. There was no one in this town besides that realtor that he knew.

With a quick glance to the journal he sighed as he closed it, placing it carefully on the coffee table as he rose to greet his unexpected guest. Pulling the door open he was not all surprised to see an unfamiliar face, but what surprised him was the plate of food that she was holding.