I'd also like to know if this makes sense to people other than me.It's nice being told about the places where I'm not clear. (I just retitled this and edited it some)A beam of energy hit her back and the world around her faded from sight.
Surrounded by darkness, she roamed her mind. She wouldn’t regain control of her body until it awoke. For now she would just have to bide her time and avoid bad memories.
A light from the gloom darted towards her. Shoot! She fled, but it pursued her. Ordinary people talk about memories haunting them. They had nothing on her. Sleep, unconsciousness, coma; wherever she was her subconscious pummeled her with terrors of the past. In normal daily activities it didn’t matter, but when consciousness left her, the subconscious took over.
Closer and closer it came, and slowly it managed to envelop her. She lost the persuit. All she could do now was let the memory take its course.
The light of the sun nearly blinded her. It was mid-day of a beautiful spring. The last spring this planet would ever see. Of course she didn’t know that then.
It was as beautiful as the untouched places of earth, but at the same time it looked nothing like earth. The ground was covered by small circular moss-like plants, and the sky had more of an orangish-pink tint. Like the sunset’s of earth. Unlike on earth where, for the most part, white leaves are a bad thing; every plant was white. It looked like a winter landscape at sunset.
Her back rested against the invisible trunk of a tree where the leaves above would shade her from the sun. Invisibility was a neat trick to avoid extinction, but invisible leaves don’t collect sunlight. You could always tell where one of these trees was by looking for Leaves that are flying in the air with ‘no support’. Then again you could just run into one…literally. That was always annoying.
In her hand sat what can only be described as a computer-like device. It looked nothing like a computer, but its functions were similar. It was a metal sphere twice the size of a golf ball.
Caia’s touch activated it, and as she closed her eyes the virtual world appered behind her eyelids. Movies, books, information; anything was available here. A simple thought could do anything. Screams from outside the digital realm caused the past Caia to deactivate the sphere and open her eyes.
The Caia of the present struggled and fought against her subconscious, but to no avail. She didn’t want to see this. Not again.
Eyes of the present through eyes of the past witnessed the gruesome scene once more. Her father, first scientist of Aroxia, lay face down on the ground. Blood from a gun wound in his chest poured out and stained the white turf dark red. At the entrance of the garden her mother sat, dazed. Blood was streaming out a gash in her head. Terrified, her past self reached into her father’s mind…just in time to feel him die.
The horror was severe, and she tumbled into death's pit with him; too shocked to save herself. Then and there Caia would have been gone. She wouldn’t have been alive to feel the pain of the many horrible events to come, but then her father realized she was with him. Through all of the pain he was still able to think. What little strength he had he used to push her backto the surface; back to her own body.
Like hitting a brick wall while running, Caia snapped back to herself. As she collapsed a bullet sailed harmlessly over her head. It missed its target. It missed her.
As the world disappeared in black around her past self, the memory faded. She was left alone in the dark. In the distance she could see other memories, but she dared not approach their light. She feared finding more of what she didn’t want to see.
She hated her past, and wished someone could erase her memory just like she had done for her brother. At the time she hadn’t approved of burying his memories, but he begged her. He wanted the pain to go away. She now realised that he had the right idea.
Unfortunately for her, erasing your own memories was like trying to tickle yourself. It just didn’t work. Besides, her other brother was unconscious and hidden away. He wasn’t likely to ever wake up, but part of her wanted to hang onto that one in a million chance. Besides, if he did wake up she didn’t want him finding himself alone.
As the light of a memory neared, Caia would back away. It was a game of cat and mouse. Except she was the only mouse and there were thousands of cats chasing her. It went on for hours. How long was it going to take for her to wake up?
