Sparks of Blue

Times a ticking

Summary:

Dia, who struggles with belonging finds herself pulled into a hidden world she's never ever imagined to have been real.

She stumbled into a reality she couldn't have dreamt up and must come to terms that everything she ever knew when on earth is now thrown out the door from the moment her curiosity got the better of her.

She must go through trials thrown her way to become stronger then ever before.

while surviving what is now her reality and accept the power she never knew she could wield as she makes friends, enemies, and journeys through this cryptic world following the path that calls to her soul.

*Hello readers! Thank you for stumbling across this horrific writing of mine and for giving me your time and patience. I'm sorry for any grammar errors. Please leave feedback. Any tips or ideas would be appreciated. -Iree your friendly neighborhood awkward novelist writer.

*Side note*
The person POV who's talking will have "....". And any other person whose POV we are not viewing will have '...'.
The name portrayed under the chapter is the female lead, main  character POV.

Chapter 1

Dia

I always felt like I was following along with my surroundings, a follower, a pleaser, almost as if fate was guiding or rather herding me along like a sheep.
Deep down I hoped I was more than a waste of space that I did have spark, some mystical crap I find myself believing in from time to time, probably why I spend most of my time, like many immersed in the world of fiction.

At the age of 18, I have no friends, none that I talk to on a regular basis anyway, and am still alone, since highschool. Not that I care that I'm a loser or that I'm fated to be alone and delusional. It's my life and I do what I want and if I'm doing this then this is what I want.. At least that's the bullshit I tell myself to make myself feel less like shit. Very positive, dia.

"Fuck" I mutter as I pull my hand through my tangled hair.

The bane in my existence is getting flashbacks of times of the past, only a few years ago, when I was practically going mental, just thinking about it now causes me to cringe and wish I never came into existence. Still the show must go on. I mean who doesn't do stupid shit as a teenager. I definitely have my fill of being a dumb teenager. I have matured since then so that's a positive.

2 out of 2 on my negative and positive scale. Besides the fact that I quit my job before I got fired and now I have two weeks notice to pack up before I get kicked out of my apartment building. I'm feeling plenty positive. So really 2 out of 4 on the scale.
I hate thinking of the past but being in the present isn't really my thing either, it makes me antsy. Focusing on a positive, sometimes I find myself missing the times when I had a spark. Way back when I peered at the stars, at the sky with ignorance and everything felt light.

'Bzz bzz'
Knocked out my mental ranting by the constant buzzing of my phone, I glared at my cracked screen, I'm sure that my face was scrunched up like I was constipated, the face I make whenever I'm interrupted.
"Fuck, I don't want to talk to anyone right now"
Blowing my brown lock out my face I focus on the name on my cracked screen.

'Bzz bzz' Asshole Calling...

Sighing I snatched my phone up answering the call.

"Hello!" I grimace, feeling my heart already thundering in my chest, I squeeze my phone tighter already wanting to end the call.

'Dia, I heard you got fired, that's too bad.' I slightly twitch almost seeing his smug expression, one I've known since forever.

"I didn't get fired I quit there's a difference", I reply cooly trying not to let this asshole know he's annoying the fuck out of me just by hearing his stupid voice, I just know he's grinning.