Through The Puddle

I’m still trying to figure out what happened. Even after all these years, I can’t figure it out. All I know is that when I fell through that puddle on the sidewalk…Everything changed. I’m not sure how. The world around me didn’t look different. I went home to friends and family, and they didn’t seem to know that anything had happened. Everything was normal except for something wrong deep down inside me. 

I felt like I lost a part of me. Like my body fell into the puddle, but only my shadow came out the other side where I am now. Like something was off constantly, but I could never figure out what it was.

I’ve gone back to that place so many times. I’ve gone back in my mind, and I’ve gone back physically to that spot on the pavement. All I can do is stare blankly because I can’t remember what changed or why. All I know is that it did change, and now I’m different. 

I stare at that spot on the ground and try to remember what my life was like on the other side of the puddle, and I almost can’t. I barely remember the things I loved. The things that used to make me feel wild and free. I barely remember the dreams I had for my life.

But that’s the worst part. Even though it’s barely…I do remember. I wish I had just forgotten life on the other side of the puddle when I came to this side. But instead, I remember the things I used to want to do and I hate them. I fear them. I don’t find them quite so beautiful. I can’t find freedom in them anymore. But I remember when I could, and it’s torture. 

My life is exactly the same and yet, somehow, inside my body or my mind, it is infinitely different. I keep fighting for the person I was on the other side, but I never seem to find my way back. It would seem that all I can do now is try to figure out how to live life here in this alternate reality. In this world where no one sees me as any different, but I know the truth.

The truth that I am just a shadow of a person living in this world where the me I used to know is lost to me forever and yet is just on the other side of the puddle.

I hope you guys enjoyed this prompt story! I must have been in a sad mood when I wrote it. πŸ˜†πŸ™ˆI will continue to post these every month with my friend, Cassie. If you want to read her interpretation of the prompt ( which I highly recommend ) click HERE. She will be posting the second part of her story next Friday, so stay tuned!! πŸ™‚

Also, if you would like to see the prompt that inspired our stories, click HERE. Have a great weekend!

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