The Borrowed

In a trice she opened her eyes as they grew in mass, falling down from the lightless sky. They fell down together, armed and heavy, crunching on the roof.

Blink.

She looked directly straight at the blank ceiling, eyeballs steady. She blinked again and parted her lips. A line of yellow light appeared under the door, illuminating a small part of her room. She blinked and exhaled silently. The cold air entered her nose and filled her lungs, heart thumping, taking up speed.

Blink.

She blinked and her fingers trembled underneath the pillow beside her. The warriors from the sky grew thick, drumming hard on the earth, waking it up. Shards of the West Warriors flew through her window and entered her room, painted it with an eerie and cold air. She tried to hear her heart but it was drowned by the evasive enemies that have recently arrived. A West Warrior howled and she heard the trees shake in terror, stained with what was falling down. She heard a new sound.

Blink.

She turned her head at the door. Lips now closed, breathing hushed, she looked at the ceiling, confronting her own self. A hand touched the cold doorknob, she heard it, she felt it. She closed her eyes, tossed to the opposite side as inaudible as she could. She heard the cold ball turn clockwise, then countered.

It stopped.

She pressed her eyelids together hard, shut, wary. Another West Warrior howled and its comrades rushed through her window. She felt them through her hair and her lips trembled once, then again.

A second.

Another second.

The last second.

A creak.

A turn.

A crack, a two, and the door was apart.

It allowed a line of vertical yellow light to seep through the gap. The light grew and grew. She opened her eyes.

Blink.

She moved and faced the shadow, surrounded by the light. There came warmth but the West Warriors fought it. The shadow walked in, one foot after the other.

Creak.

Creak.

Creak.

Creak.

She saw her own eyes looking at her, her own lips smiling at her, her own body, in front of her. Abruptly, what was falling from the sky halted.

A Lightning.

"Who are you? Why are you in my bed?" the standing girl said.

The lying girl tried to compose herself upon hearing her words. She sat upright, trembling inside her clothes. "You will never be me."

The girl smiled and the thunder roared. "I am now, silly." She moved around the room, barefoot, light, as if she contains no soul at all. "You no longer exist so stop pretending that you're even alive."

The girl stood up from her bed, undecided. She screamed, words bouncing off the four walls, howling with the wind. She opened the window, tears pouring down, and jumped off. She stopped feeling the damp air, she cannot even smell the earth, but she can only feel her body dissolve in pixels, and her heart thumping down.

Blink.

She crashed on the ground.

Bloodless.

Soundless.

Massless.

Nothing.