Worlds Away 5B

"Yes, there is a name." You're mute, unsure of your own mind now.
"So, it is yours?" She pulls on your hand, guiding you through the  trees.
"Alex, my name must be Alex…" You doubt yourself, but don't know what else to say.
"Aal-ex? Hm, this is familiar." She stops and looks at the sky, thinking. "Are you certain this is your name?"
"Well, yes, of course," you scoff, "I think I know my own name when I hear it."
She rolls her eyes at you and continues walking. The name rolling off her tongue every once in a while, like a rock falling out of someones hand. One weight after another, being let go.
"No. It is not yours."
"Yes…" you know it will obviously look bad if you let it slip that it was a lie. The whole situation makes you very uneasy though. Why would it matter anyways what your name was. She was a stranger and it was safe to conceal your real identity.
"Names have power you know. Don't misuse this name human." Her grip on your hand got tighter, almost to the point of pain.
"I beg your pardon, but I realize this and I can tell you I am certain, absolutely certain that this name is mine.
"Liar."
"Excuse me?"
"Pants on fire, hanging from a telephone wire? Isn't that what you say?"
"Um, yes, but not now because I am not a liar." Sweat is beading at your hairline. She's starting to get scary and you know that this can't last much longer.
She stopped all of a sudden and looked at you. The sky grew darker and a telephone line formed right before you in the place of two trees.
"Wh-what's that?" You ask slowly.
"Isn't that a telephone wire?" She sounds so innocent.
"Well, yes, but what- what is it - for?" You can't breathe. You're choking on your own lungs.
"You, of course, silly." Her eyes turn dark and all you can do is stare into them, fear encasing your mind. Your stomach is knotting as if a thousand sailors are getting ready for a hurricane.
"And, what am I to do with it?" You swallow, moving backwards.
"Liar, liar, pants on fire," she starts walking around you, her head bent to the side. "Should I go on?"
"No, no-no, I think-"
"Yes, I will. I quite enjoy how it sounds." She laughs, "Hanging. Hanging, hanging from a telephone wire. Oh dear, that poor liar." She starts walking closer to you, a rope seemingly coming out of nowhere and wrapping through her fingers.
"No, what are you- NO NO NO, get away from me!" You cry out and trip on a root that inconveniently had decided to grow up behind you ages ago, unknowing that it would cause you this much trouble.
She was leaning over you now, tying the rope in an awfully familiar way. A way you'd seen in history class. Witch trials much?
"Please. I meant nothing. NO. It could be my name. It really could."
"No, because that's MY name. Fool." She had you cornered now.
"Please," tears were rushing over cheeks.
"Too late." She squealed and giggled.

The End

-R.L.H.