Random Writings

Three

They haunted my dreams.

Each time I dreamed of familiar mountains they would appear.

Pale faces with sunken eyes that mimic the sad faces of a theatre mask all awaited me as I walked up the same moutain trail.

Large, luscious and lazy green mountains showered in small yellow, white and pink flowers were always praised by the brightest and warmest sunlight. Sky would be a perfect blue with only thin pencil stoke clouds in view and the white sun would always be at the same spot. Me and my sister would walk up the mountain, and she would depart to go home as I continued up the pebble pathway. As soon as my eyes reached above the hilly terrain the three were there.

Three siblings.

The eldest a man of late 20s or early 30s, he had dark brown eyes with heavy eyebags and shoulder length black hair. He wore muted colours with clothes too big for his malnourished limbs.

The middle was a girl of late teens or early twenties. Her long brown hair reached past her waist and she bore the same miserable and sleepless eyes as her brother. Her muted dress was always complimented with a beige apron and flats.

And the youngest was a pig tailed girl of 5. She had a bright smile with her and seemed in better mood than her two older siblings. She too wore a muted dress like her sister but no apron. A tight grip when holding her sisters hand as all three of them stood there miserably.

Same request they would ask me.
"Wheres the highest cliffside of the mountain"

And I'd answer pointing to the large deep hillside of the mountain, the once green flowery side was now orange dusty terrain with ragged stones birthing out the sides. The white sun would start to speedily set as the blue sky turned indigo as the black of night reached through.
They would look at me as the middle child would ask me a question.

"Can you come with us, we dont want to be alone in the dark"
I'd ask why they dont go in the day and they respond with the same bone chilling answer.
"Because we don't want to see her body hit the ground"

I never went with them and I would wake up.
Until the third time they appeared in my dream, I agreed to go.

When I accepted their request the sun would quickly go down and I would help them reach the valley.

The rocky abyss of a mouth was covered in jagged teeth that tore through the earth and was cloaked in darkness. We would all stand atop it and they would tell me their reasoning.
"Shes too sick to live. Shes terminally ill and is suffering because of this so we must give her painless and blind death. We cant bare to see her" the elder brother explained, the two elder siblings would give their younger sisters hands a squeeze as she was thrown off by the two of them. Even in the darkness of night I could see her body fall further down the mountain and hear her hit the ground. Her small body was just a speck in the dark for I ran away from the edge, day would start to return as I ran further and further. All pathways were now different and the terrain slowly become foreign, I didnt know where to go so I just kept going and going and going until I woke up.

They havent returned since then. As soon as the girl died they seemed to have left my dreams and yet they haunt my conscious thoughts.