Another story, Taint

I needed to get writing again...this is only the first part.


Perfect was the girl’s dream, even though she could not see. Flawless as she drifted around, as closely connected to her dream as her hand was to her. Everything was blissful, everything blossoming or growing, magnificent and majestic.
Inhale. The scent of spring, of coming rain, of pollen drifting like she was. Exhale. Perfect.
Inhale. Clouds coming closer to her, or she to them. What was that in the background, that sound? Metal, grinding on metal, faint but still a roar in the girl’s ears. Exhale. How did that taint still remain? She could feel it in her lungs, a toxic, metallic residue which was inevitably destroying her.
She had to get away. Think, think! Anywhere but here! A seaside cliff, with the sound of crashing waves, scent of salt everywhere. There the taint was, drawing closer, screaming like a banshee, metallic sounds and rust flying everywhere. Inhale. Closer yet, again ripping her apart. She must jump off the cliff! Exhale. Now, or she would be wiped out by this taint.
Somehow, she fell. Was it a rock that tripped her, or a more physical bit of the gale? Inhale. Energy pulsed in the air, threatening to rip her apart or deafen her. Crawling, she found the edge, pushed and leapt, without seeing anything. Exhale. The taint was falling behind. Yes!
Inhale. Water, so close, about to make contact…
Exhale. Alive. Reality. She opened her eyes, saw nothing. Breathing harder, she felt herself crying. No, she couldn’t be crippled! No, she couldn’t go back to that taint! No, it couldn’t be manifesting itself in this reality, too! Passing out, drifting off…nothing left…