Confused

Streams glistening on their cheeks.

No color visible.

So pale.

Dark.

The heart-wrenching scene shredding me to bits

Pale darkness filled the gloom

Oozing out among the people

Grasping their hearts

Turning them to statues

Yet…

So confusing.

Why?

What could be so petrifying to cause this scene?

Something was off.

Words were never used…

Not a sound was uttered

Just quiet snuffles and the faint sound of weeping

“Hello?”

“Can anyone answer?”

Waves of anxiety and fear started a hurricane in my stomach

Shaking, my hands reach out. To grab someone

To shake them to their scenes.

“Taline?”

She was sure to answer

Nothing but silence

My breath quickening,

Fear setting in.

Now in complete control of my body

Setting it to autopilot.

My hands, gaining a mind of their own jolt out,

Grabbing her shoulders,

But nothing was there to meet my hands

I stumbled towards her

Through her,

My head becomes a blur

Dizziness greeting my vision.

All I ever had,

All I’ve ever needed

Just to leave me like a spider leaves their spiderling

Little did I know how miserable she feels

How it feels for your only friend

The only person you have trusted

To break that bond

To break your heart

Into millions of unfixable pieces

To abandon you so soon

To hurt you so harshly

Leaving scars on each and every one of the fragile pieces

Of your lost heart

What is wrong with everyone?

Memories begin to flood back.

My past life.

My plane.

Where is my plane?

I scramble around.

Trying to find something.

Anything that I could hold.

Anything that could hold me

Refresh my head

Put answers into my questioning mind

Fit the puzzle pieces together

Solve the mystery of my wandering mind

Finally,

I hit something cold,

Yes,

Very cold.

I rub my hand across the smooth marble surface

The scribbled-on name etched permanently with a date

So astonished, I stumble back

Into the cold hard hands of a person

I jolt around

To find

“Grandma?”

Her once soft eyes filled with such sorrow

Cold, yet welcoming

Like an apology

“What’s happening?”

I can feel the little color drain from my face as I look back at the stone.

Then back to my dead grandmother.

It all clicks.