Circles by Child13

Why does 2 + 2 equal 4?

Why can’t it equal 5?

What is the human brain without reality?

What is reality without the human brain?

Who relies on what?

What relies on who?

How did we come to exist?

Why is life the way it is?

What is a population without its leader?

What is a leader without its population?

A leader.

What's a leader?

A man who is stronger than others?

Why is he better than everyone?

Why is he in charge?

Why does he have such power?

Is the life we live the only one we can see?

See?

What is beyond our reach?

How far can the human mind breach?

Why must I spell “color” without the “u”?

What secrets do you hide? Please tell! My world seems, What's the word, Dull! So very drab!

But…what even is a secret? And…why must you hide it?

Why must we hide everything!?

Oh why can’t you tell me!?

Am I what my father says?

What's the word?

“Untrustworthy”?

What do secrets hide? Does it hold the answer? To questions like What is 2+2?

Sweet child.

Sweet lovable, adorable, terrifyingly smart Child.

With all that smoke your big brain is making, you’ll stink up the entire facility!

So. Why don’t you sleep? You’re tired, child.

Sleep. Now.

You sweet Lovable

A small girl in a hospital gown yawns loudly. It echoes in the eerie silent room. Decorated with paper drawings, chalk markings, and cute little pigs.

A giant painted pig stares straight ahead. Though the little girl says she feels like its watching her.

In a friendly way.

The little girl yawns again. This time much louder. Rubbing her tiny eyes with her tiny fists.

A woman dressed as a nurse comes into the room. Her little shoes clicked methodically. As if timed and readied. “Are you done drawing, dear?” Oh. Her voice is sweet. So sweet and surgery. Like milk chocolate dipped in more chocolate.

So sweet it might make all of your teeth fall out.

“Yeah,” The little girl says. Before she looks at the nurse strangely.

The little girl could have sworn the nurse was different. Something about her, she couldn’t quite put her little fat finger on, was off. Different.

Ah! That's what it was.

“Miss Nurse? You're looking a little bit fat! Did you take some extra cookies from the jar?”

The nurse’s face faltered. A twinge of unhappiness flashed and disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. Instead, she put a finger to her lips. Made a small shushing sound. The little girl giggled.

Banging could be heard. Along with the overwhelming sound of overlapping screaming and crying.

But. The little girl and the nurse continued to smile at each other. Like partners in crime. So innocent. So lovely.

The banging grew louder. Desperate. It grew faster. The screaming became coarse. A rasp galloped alongside the screaming.

The nurse took the little girl by the hand. So easily. But before the little girl left, she drew a circle. A precise one. A perfect one. Big enough to fit herself and the nurse together. She drew it around herself. As the screaming turned to roaring. The roaring into screeching. And the screeching into sobbing.

The little girl closed the chalk circle. And so the cycle repeats.

Chapter III: Alternae Formae by Willow and Wisp

and there the two figures lay, winter’s sun and summer’s snow face to face, familiar yet foreign winter’s sun is not the same as always soft smiles replaced with vengeful stares beautiful branches sprouting from a bed of auburn now replaced with towering boughs twisting every which way. there’s danger in those eyes of hers, scornful and distrusting not to her precious snow, but to something more in willow’s place a foreign creature stands risen from the ashes her mere presence a protest. summer’s snow is changed no longer human nor flame but something great and yet so, so familiar an albino dragons, that’s what they are snowy whites dancing with radiant blues ovine horns replaced with draconic eyes twinkling with unseeable galaxies in wisp’s place a beautiful dragon stands revitalised and alive their eyes kind yet troubled both figures stand as willow’s antlers start to shift and begin to flower.