Owned By A Rapist... (Part Ten)

I lost the world as unconsciousness was introduced to me; it led me into a sleeping frenzy where my mind was still very much alive. I don’t know what was thinking but I must have spent hours on end hearing a familiar voice, sitting in an unfamiliar surrounding.

Oxymoron. That was what I was seeing, if that makes any sense, if it doesn’t you will share the same confusion as I do!  

My mind painted an industrial picture; it was complete and utter confusion! It was gruesomely beautiful. Everything about this place was just so wrong, but perfect. The painting was miles from rural, it was an industrial dump! But this was different, instead of the covered in grime, such as empty vodka bottles.... cigarette buds.... fast food wrappers and all other unappealing things, this place was far from reality. The freezing air and thundering rain was replaced by warm air and a dazzling bright sun. And also a sweet sound of birds whistling filled the air.

I was sat on a dull grey brick wall with my legs crossed towards and familiar figure, which also had their legs crossed towards me. The figure was too well built to be female; but the figure had some odd characteristics which could lead it back to be of the feminine persuasion. But there was a feeling of security and comfort which I could not feel from a weak, useless woman, but from a strong and chivalrous man.

Our fingers were entwined; they were a perfect fit. Even though I could not see past the shadow of this character I could tell “it” was smiling back at me, I felt warm inside. But all a sudden that warmth was snatched away from me and replaced with a familiar feeling of emptiness and loneliness.

I was being torn away from the setting when a familiar voice echoed “We’re lucky”. The painting was being drained of all colours, when the shadow slid of the page with the figure still repeating “we’re lucky” This was played in my head over and over again until I was dragged back into consciousness.

I felt strong but still fragile

Oxymoron.