Into The Abyss

Chapter One

Emma's POV

"I've been having these dreams."
I turn away from the window for a split second and look at my psychologist. I turn back to the window and fix my gaze on the grey, gloomy sky covering the tall skyscrapers like a blanket.
"What are your dreams about Emma?"
I close my eyes and relive the vivid images from my dream the previous night.
"I dreamt I was walking down this forsaken path in the woods. The trees looked so melancholy. At the end of this path, where the trees howled in sadness, was an isolated cabin. The windows had a dishonorable look to them. The door was laughing at me in a malicious tone."
Beth clears her throat behind me, which causes me to open my eyes and look at her.
"Emma, windows and doors are not human. Doors cannot laugh at us. Have you been taking your medication?"
I walk over to the couch and sit down with a sigh.
"Yes, I have. Twice a day before eating, as you instructed."
Beth writes something down in her journal and nods.
"Good, I'll see you on Friday then, unfortunately our time has ran out."
I get my bag and make my way towards the door. I walk down the passage and wait for the elevator to come up. I look at the lights revealing in which floor the elevator is. Giving away all the mystery an elevator can keep locked up. Finally, the door opens with a ding sound. I walk in and press the button waiting for the doors to close again. Waiting for the elevator to swallow me in whole, taking me to a place where no one will ever be able to find me again. Swallowing me into the depths of the unknown.
"Hold the door please!"
I quickly shoot out my hand to stop the door from closing and look at the owner of the voice. It's a tall brunette woman. She smiles up at me and gets into the mouth of the beast with me. She is allowing herself to get swallowed with me into the unknown.
"Thank you."
I look at her and frown.
"Why are you thanking me when you should be loathing me? I am only dragging you into the pits of the unknown darkness with me."
The woman frowns at me and then an expression of realization spreads across her face.
"You are Emma Richards?"
I nod and look at the lights descending fast. Our time is nearly up and then she will disappear from me into the abyss of the world.
"Yes I am."
She pushes a string of hair, that fell out of place, behind her ear with a disgusted manner. As if she's disappointed with the whole situation and the failure of the clips in her hair.
"I love your work, especially your piece Abyss."
I look at her and frown. I did not take her to be one of my few fans. Few people understand the concept of my art. Few people see it as art a all.
"Thank you. You are one of the few mediocre people that actually understand the true form of art then and the point I tried to make."
She gives a small laugh and look at me.
"I really do love that piece. I have it in my own collection."
The horrific growl of the elevator let's us know that our time is up. I look at her and nod. She holds out a business card to me and smile.
"If some day you want to come and have a look at my small collection you are more than welcome to give me a call."
I take her card and nod before I turn away from her. I feel myself getting swallowed up by the crowd of people. I make my way to my vehicle with a struggle. I finally get into my small vehicle with a sigh of relief. I start up my engine and make my way home.
Thirty minutes later I'm standing in my studio with classical music bursting through the speakers. My choice of poison for today was Brahm's Symphony No.4. I look at the empty canvas in front of me and close my eyes. I transfer back to my dream from the previous night and let the vivid images take control of me.
I see myself walking through the malicious laughter of the door into the isolated cabin. I feel the thickness of silence beginning to strangle me. My breathing short as I walk in slowly and carefully. I make my way to the stairs and start climbing one by one. Each stair crying more than the previous one because of my weight being put on it. I reach the top and look down the narrow, long, and gloomy passage. I take my first step and with each step I take it gets easier to walk. I find myself in front of a closed door. I carefully push the door open and walk in. I see his face clear in front of me. His golden locks falling over his forehead and the light snoring coming from his angelic lips. I walk closer until I'm standing next to his side of the bed.
I open my eyes and start to paint the woods. I capture the sadness I felt in my dreams so many times before. Trying to symbolize how lonesome each one of them are. To get the sole emotion of walking that forest with no sunlight bathing on your skin. Just the feeling of dread and despair following you no matter where you go.
The ringing of the doorbell interrupts me. I put my paintbrush down and make my way up the stairs to the door. I open it and look at my mother's face.
"Emma! How are you dear?"
I look at her and fold my arms in front of my chest.
"I'm taking my medication if that is what you wanted to know Mother."
My mother pushes pass me into the house.
"Where is all your furniture?"
I look around and shrug.
"I gave it to charity. I don't need more then one couch. I don't entertain."
My mother sighs and puts her handbag on the kitchen counter.
"How can you live like this? You have so much going for you and this is how you thank the world?"
I look at my mother whilst cleaning my hands with a cloth.
"Oh yes Mother, I have so much to be thankful for that I am about to burst!"
My mother gives me her don't go there look and sighs.
"You can't always play the victim Emma. You really have so much to be thankful for."
I sigh and fold my arms again.
"Yes, Elaine I have to go and thank the fuckers that took my one passion in life away from me! Do you think a gift card would do the trick?"
My mother looks at me in shock.
"What happened to you was an accident Emma, you can't keep blaming those people for everything!"
I lift the end of my trousers and point my leg in her direction. What is left of it anyway.
"This was no accident! How blind do you want to be? I had to give up my dream of being a ballet dancer in Paris because those bastards raped me and decided to take my leg as a fucking momento after they left me for dead! Now please explain to me how that was a fucking accident!"
My mother looks at me with tears in her eyes. I shake my head and let my trousers down.
"What do you want from me Mother?"
My mother takes a deep breath before getting her handbag.
"I just wanted to see how you were doing. I see you are still painting, that is a good thing."
I nod and start walking with her to the door. I open it and look at her.
"You don't have to check up on me. If something happens don't let it be a concern to you. Go with your husband to your country club meetings, I am sure they need you more than I have ever needed you."
Before she can say anything, I close the door in her face and head back to my studio.