Poem Prompts: Illogical

For the first part: Unknown

For the second part: Orb

Pacing back and forth, 

Dennis was losing his mind.

"You have singlehandedly

defied all matters of physics

that I have spent my life learning."

he said.

He also said the glass was meant to break.

If I had thrown a rock,

both the glass and the orb should've shattered.

But the glass remained unharmed

and the orb was simply cracked.

"Maybe the orb has something inside;

that would explain the glow."

But looking at the orb,

I couldn't recognize it.

It was just a bright blue

perfectly spherical

orb

that was cracked.

"I know a guy.

He works with strange phenomenons,

he'll be our best lead."

Dennis held out his hand--

he was waiting for the bottle.

But I felt an attraction to it

and couldn't let go of it.

I held it close to my chest and shook my head.

Irritated, Dennis grabbed at it.

I flinched.

I don't know why I was being so illogical.

I had gone to him for help.

Yet here I was, denying him.

A voice in my head whispered to me,

it told me to hold on to the bottle,

to protect the orb.

"It's dying," I cried.

Blinking, I tried to figure out why I said this.

It felt as though someone had grabbed the reins

and was talking through me.

Again, involuntarily, I opened my mouth,

"Let me save the orb.

The orb, it needs me."

I swallowed what I could of my words,

looked at Dennis,

then ran.

My mind was so clouded,

all I could focus on was getting to the shore.

It was midday--

other people were out and about.

Many of them looked sideways at me.

A girl sprinting down the road must have been so unsightly.

I even ran into my cousin,

right into him, in fact.

We both paused and groaned in pain.

But before I could say anything to him,

I was off running again.

Mother will not be pleased.

I kept going.

Even when someone snickered at me--

or something bit at my ankle--

or a stick prodded at my heel--

I just kept going.

I slowed down once I reached the beach.

And my mind finally cleared up.

And I felt the pain.

I doubled over, unable to recall why I'd come.

While I groaned, Dennis caught up.

He was yelling at me,

berating me for my stupidity.

He grabbed the bottle and started dragging me home.

Then, I heard a siren.

Soft, lulling music coming from the ocean,

"Come, child. Be with us. We need you."

I ripped my arm from Dennis

and ran closer.

Dennis followed, but I only sped up.

But;

"No, child. The orb. It's dying. 

We need help. We need you."

I turned to Dennis, but I couldn't see him.

I only saw red, with a small, blue glowing orb.

I had to have that orb.