Out of Time
When I opened my eyes, I was back in the Quantum Realm. Or at least I thought it was the Quantum Realm. It looked similar. I was in tunnel where the walls looked like a bunch of thin luminescent, light blue threads compressed together. Instead of being a straight tunnel with 1 or 2 forks in it, it was covered with splits and things were branching off everywhere. The past, present, and future were all intertwined together in a beautiful tapestry that was full of twists and turns.
To my sides were 5 or 6 circles of foggy white light, each about 6’ in diameter. I assumed they were the exits, seeing as they were the only vaguely exit-looking thing in sight, and they didn’t even look that much like exits.
One of the circles was slightly brighter than the others, so I attempted to fly up to it. Attempted. In many, many different (and some humiliating) ways. Focusing on the particular lights didn’t work. I tried to channel energy to my hands and feet, and aside from feeling dumb, nothing happened. Swimming, running, walking, jumping, and climbing wielded the same results.
I felt like kicking something, but there was nothing around for me to kick, even if I could somehow get to it.
In those moments, I honestly felt like a complete and utter failure. I shouted more than a few curses about everything bad that happened in my life (it probably took a few hours) and shed more than a few tears for everything I'd lost and gained and lost again.
I curled into a ball and sobbed, when I realized I was moving. I had tried my best, but when I didn’t want to go anywhere, I effing flew. The worst part is I was doing mini flips as I flew too, but I didn’t even feel sick since my sense of balance wasn’t existent. The only thing that happened with the flips is that up and down changed for me.
I guess there was no real up and down, it’s simply perspective. I knew a lot of people who would change that into a dumb and cheesy metaphor that everyone hated, but they put up with it because otherwise it would seem rude.
“Okay” I whispered to myself, my voice cracked and sounded weird “You need to pull yourself together, Rebecca, you are seriously the only person who can save you right now. So, get your crap together or you’ll be stuck in this hellhole for all eternity” I really wasn’t good at lying to myself, it was so much easier to lie to other people (especially annoying doctors when they ask you to please rate your pain on a scale of 1-10 for the billionth time)
I was scarily good at lying to other people. I’d heard before that most people feel at least a bit guilty when they didn’t tell the truth. I on the other hand had zero trouble and zero guilt if I hid the truth, told a lie, or told a partial truth. Probably not a good thing, but what the heck?
I shouted in frustration.
That did something. I don’t know what or how, but suddenly I was jerked upwards- or at least what my view of upwards was, in a circular space there’s no real up or down I suppose.