wandering 12 * Falling Down

"Im the one calling you to make sure you are ok" that part of her dream or delussion, whatever it was, had lingered in Anna´s memory. I guess I was truly sick, she thought, I was trully sick since I was listening voices instead of just my thoughts.
"you are sick indeed, you are always hearing me" Scire said. It seemed like she was trying not to laugh. Anna rolled her eyes.
"sicker than usual, then?.... I never knew you could tell such tales, usually you´re just contradicting me"
"I didnt tell you any tale"
Both of them kept quiet, Anna was about to cross a street. She was quite careful when crossing streets. She was very scared of cars, her hand closed in a fist everytime, perhaps if she had someone by her side she´d take their hand...but no hand was there to hold her and reassure her. She had have an accident when little, both her mother and her. She had ended under the car with a broken leg. The pain was a reminder of it in cold days.

"Scire I dont want to eat this anymore" she murmured at luch.
"Then eat something else" Scire said matter-of-factly
"No, you dont get it. I dont want to eat. I want to leave. I feel like laying down to never get up"
"We should´ve stayed home then"
"home, right, didnt you see how parents seen to think we´re faking it. I rather be out here than over there. You should know this"
"dont take it on me" At this point Anna made an exasperated sound and said no more, pass away the cafeteria and went to the garden, right through the pine tree. There she lay, feeling really cold. The fever was comming back. She took a pill out of the blister and drank it.

A moment later she opened her eyes and saw a ceiling, she felt herself laying on a stretcher. Her eyelids felt heavy. She blinked a couple of times. She saw water on the ceiling, her head felt heavy.
"The ceiling is made of water" she thought when she saw the waves in it. "No, that´s impossible, the ceiling cant be made of water, that doesnt make any sense" Scire whispered because she, too, saw as if water was floating over them. "We must be dreaming" she said softly
"Do you see what´s on the walls?" Anna half-smiled
"what?"
"red, red spatters...they´ve been painted, they´ve been tried to cover up but you can still see the pale red there. Blood" As Anna described it, Scire saw it too.
"That´s pink, it cant be blood, why would that be there?" Their heart started to pound.
"how would I know, Scire, but you can clearly see, it´s been painted white... ah, where am I?"
"I feel tired, Anna, we are tired"
"I dont want to close my eyes"
"are you afraid of closing your eyes?" they both heard the wind asking. Not knowing why Anna nodded and closed her fist taking the rim of the cover she had. She wasnt scared of closing her eyes but she couldnt manage a coherent thought or a way to explain what she was feeling or seeing. Her thoughts were rushed to her mind, they overlapped and collapsed into one another. Memories were being re-lived by her mind and it all seem to cause her laughter but she couldnt manage a smile.
"There´s smoke" she said after a while
"where?" Scire asked
"look, on top of the wall, there´s white smoke, as if there was a cigarrette there, if you look down there, close to the pink stains there´s some more smoke, purplish and pinkish, it looks like cotton candy. It keeps comming out of the wall. Why?" she heard herself laugh.
"Try to sleep" said the wind again and she thought she saw his eyes. Light eyes, clear eyes, blue like the sky "Close your eyes, Anna" the wind prompted her.
"why do you want me to sleep so badly?" she asked and blinked forcing her eyes to stay open watching the dance of colored smoke infront of her eyes. As the time passed she felt herself on a black carpet that melted and let her fall down, down, down to a shadow. She heard voices around her, farther; she was unable to understand what they were saying. She kept falling and falling through the slimy shadow.
Her eyes, ears and thoughts were oblivious to the world now. The wind kept talking.

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written on the go... most likely to have many mistakes ...too lazy atm to correct them