so this is the second part of the story time and i don’t know what the title is gonna be., I hope you like it!
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My eyes opened. I can only guess that the key moved. The only thing I could gather was that the background was much different than it was before.
I got glimpses like that, what seemed like often to me, and I still had no clue where my younger sister, Larissa, was. The only thing I could gather from every time my eyes opened was a dirt wall behind the key. And I forgot this information every time I lost consciousness. So it was a constant loop of discovering ‘new’ information.
One day or night, I don’t know, I was able to open my eyes and keep them open. I still couldn’t move my body parts or tear my eyes from the Key. I actually felt sleepy.
Development was very slow. It took who knows how many hours to be able to get the slightest twitch in my fingers. Also, I couldn’t sleep the time away because of the position of the Key. it wouldn’t let me get the slightest bit more tired. It was unmoving.
Then one day, the Key doubled. And its double jumped to a different spiral. Its position was on the very edge. Suddenly, I felt like someone was watching me. For some reason, I was able to move my eyes, and they darted back and forth trying to find what was watching me. The second Key went toward the middle of the spiral and I itched and pulled against the magic to move. And only then did the first Key allow me to move. The second Key went to the middle of its spiral and I grew terrified, but I couldn’t tell you of what. I dragged myself to the nearest corner with my back to the wall with my eyes as wide as the first Key would let me. It went to the edge of its spiral and my muscles tensed again. My eyes darted back and forth with the speed of a deer. And I still didn’t know what I was scared of. The Wheel rolled toward me never losing its balance, its Keys jingling and my eyes drawn to all movement. Another Key grew from the first and landed on another spiral closest to me. It got as close to me as it could get, almost touching my cheek and I heard a whisper. Lilting and sure, it said, “Larissa”. Only then did I notice my sister laying on the floor at the other end of the makeshift dirt room. My eyes widened more -and I didn’t even think that was possible- and I pressed myself into the wall, trying to create as much distance between me and her as possible. Then I thought, ‘Wait, she’s my sister, why should I be afraid? Shouldn’t I be afraid of the Keys?’
There will be a part three!
Oh yeah, if you comment, I’ll tag you for the next part. That goes for all the story times.