The Crane: Part 4

crying. crying. crying. scream.
after i cried all i could. i turned to look out the window. my parents' car was no longer there.
i watched as time flew past me. the children out side moved at the speed of light as day turned to night. time went faster and faster.
the walls of my room began to turn yellow. dust collected thickly on all my precious valuables. my posters became dry and old.
day turned to night. night turned to day. weeks. months. years. time seemed to have no meaning anymore.
the cars on the streets became a blur. the grass in my yard grew tall.
my parents' car never came back.

i screamed again. everything froze. time had suddenly stopped as quickly as it had sped up.
it was daylight outside my window.

time was standing still, but time didn't affect me. i was now just a spirit in my own little hell. a hell personalized just for me.
all of what i thought was precious was now just a waste. time had gone so far as to decay and destroy all of my things. my room. my posters. my stuffed animals. my life.
my parents had abondoned the placed they lived. their home.
i was really all alone.

curiosity made me walk towards the window. i wanted to see what the world looked like after years and years of change. it was almost the same.
new car designs in peoples driveways. same houses. there were no flying cars. no towering buildings. this was still the same suburbs but with different people.
then, a glimmer in the sky caught my attention. a lavendar glimmer.

"no.." i whispered in horror. i didn't want to see that crane again. it showed me this. it coxed me to walk through that golden gate. i didn't want to see it.