There she is.
She's on the other side.
She's smiling.
She's calling out to me.
Her smile intoxicates me as I try to move nearer.
Her voice is almost trancelike as she utters the same words over and over again.
Come here.
You'll be happier.
How human of me, always wanting more, always thinking that the grass is greener on the other side.
She's using her hands now, gesturing slightly, as if waving me closer.
Come here.
You'll be happier.
Trust me.
I yearn to believe her, I want to- I needed to.
Her smile changes as I take one more step towards her.
It becomes rigid, as if frozen.
Come here.
You'll be happier.
Trust me.
You need to.
I hear her promising voice, and they swirl around my head as I contemplate what she's saying.
I could move faster, but it seems as if I had lead weights tied to my feet.
I was bound.
By what?
I could move, but I wasn't totally free.
I had to move.
I didn't care where.
Towards me.
I'm your destination.
She beckons more wildly now, her smile almost becoming a grimace.
I try to walk.
I try to run.
And fell.
Move!
You have to keep going!
You can't turn back now!
I feel numb, sore, as if I had just finished running a marathon.
But she was right.
I couldn't go back.
I was too far gone.
I slowly get up, and righted myself to face her.
Her smile was gone.
Quickly!
You need to be here!
Why, though?
What was I running from?
I couldn't remember.
You can do better.
Prove that you can.
I was too tired to answer her angry request.
I didn't want to move.
Not anymore.
I begin to wonder why I came.
Look back.
I do.
And all I see is an endless wasteland, with nothing and no one in sight.
I turn to face her again.
I start to move once more.
But this time, it was different.
This time, it was because I had nowhere else to go.
You're almost there.
FASTER!
Her words weren't words of encouragement, I realized.
They were commands.
But she was right.
I was almost there.
I could see her more clearly now.
But I am exhausted.
You can't give up now.
Her voice, once so endearing, was now dripping with venom,
Taunting me.
I am tired.
Drained.
But I am centimetres away from her-
So I use my last ounce of energy
And reach up to touch her face-
But was met with cold, hard glass.
I looked up wearily, shocked.
She stared back.
You're here now.
Where?
And suddenly, her expression of triumph and victory fades away-
And I realize-
You've realized-
That she was-
That I was-
Her.
You.
But where do I go from here?
So many voices ringing in my ear-
Which is the voice that I was meant to hear?
How should I know?
Where should I go?
From... here?
-Pocahontas 3.
