The Black Swan

Chapter 1- Black Satisfaction.

December 20

The day

04:58 pm

"Would you mind running a little bit faster?!" screeched Lucie on the top of her lungs as she was running barefoot on the moist soil.

"Shh..! Your loud voice probably is going to get us in their hands first." Brianna splashed as she herself struggled to lower her voice. They just got out of the anonymous house in the middle of a sunflower farm and began running. The unfortunate Brianna and Lucie splashed their feet on the moist soil as they ran in-between the sunflowers, pushing their leaves out of their way. Thorns surrounding them from all sides, they jogged.

"Okay, okay. Now, how do we get out, Brianna?" Lucie muttered under her breath, her heart skipping from all the running she had ran. Her sport teacher would probably be proud. "And how on the damn earth would I know? Let's just keep running in the opposite direction, I'm sure we'll reach a rode at some point." Brianna responded. It was hard to see anything as the sunflowers were nearly as tall as they are.

The two girls ran leaving no evidence whatsoever of what just happened. Not because they were professionals in killing or being in crime scenes, but because they were really innocent. Maybe?

After five minutes of running into the endless fields of sunflowers, Brianna was breathing so heavily, her asthma attack was about to kick in. She hated her asthma attacks. Why of course she did. They always came at the wrong time. She coughed and ran as much as her oxygen level allowed her, until she couldn't continue and stopped. She choked out quietly:

"I-can't...I can not run anymore-Lus,"

At first, Lucie did not notice that Brianna was talking, she kept jogging and fighting the leaves until she sensed Brianna's absence. She turned around and looked at Brianna, that was clutching her waist and struggling to breathe. Lucie rolled her eyes as she realized that Brianna's loud breaths can be heard by a seventy years old woman two hundred miles away.

"Kidding me right now, right?"She moaned at Brianna. "Please not an attack again, Bri. Not now, man!" Lucie slapped her thighs so hard as she sighed.

A mixture of annoyance and guiltiness inhibited Brianna's face, but she controlled her anger and reminded herself that there is no time for 'Daily sarcastic answers by Brianna!' show.

In fact, no energy, nor oxygen, too.

"Just-let's...let us stop for a moment." Brianna said gritting her teeth. Lucie stopped and rooted her feet in the moist soil as she stared at Brianna with a tinge of nervousness decorating her face. Her eyes, sparkling green, fixed on Brianna's face, angry with disapprove. Lucie looked back to check how far they were from the house and felt disappointed. She took a deep breath to calm herself down, then moved backwards toward Brianna, held her arm to support her and tried to progress away from the house as she muttered. "You know I would so totally like enjoy your asthma at any time of my life but not now. Your fault you forgot your inhaler in I don't know where. Are you sure it's not in the bag?"

"Yeah. I checked when we were in Dean's house. And please stop complaining, it's not like I invited it for cof-" Brianna was interrupted by a sound that scared them out of their roots.

Somewhere behind them.

Sirens.

They have found Dean and the two men.

Lucie quickly shoved Brianna onto the floor. Pain spread in Brianna's right shoulder as she moaned with ache. They both laid together on the cold moist soil watching a red bug, that would normally make Lucie scream and itch. The soil was ice-cold against Brianna's red, hot, pleading for oxygen, veins. Great. She thought. That'll give me a bit more time before my asthma kicks in. Brianna took off the bag she wore. Heavy with her book, she laid it next to her on the soil as she coughed.

"Brianna, I know this is really hard, but I need you to calm down your loud coughing just for a while. For the sake of not going to jail. I sent Mark the map of where we are before my phone shut down. He will be here any minute now. I am sure he has your medicine."

Mark. Why Mark?

Brianna swallowed the sick feeling in her throat and nodded.

Lucie was nervous, an ignition burnt between her eyes with worry. Even though usually Lucie is a calm and confident sixteen years old girl in outrageous situations. She always takes her time to think everything through, and, as a matter of fact, always comes up with bright solutions mesmerizing Brianna. But that day specifically, on that specific moment, Lucie could sense nothing but monsters in her stomach instead of butterflies. And, of course, that red creature moving in front of her.

Brianna though, the total opposite, was very awake and conscious while she laid on the dirt. She normally is not like that. Brianna always waits for the right moment to attack in a fight. She usually waits for her opponents to consume all the energy they have been collecting. She sits back, watches, takes billions of mental notes, that will not be forgotten, and, when they are at last worn out, she blows one strike, and wins.

Lucie and Brianna are not only contradicting in character, but also in the way they looked. Maybe that's why they compliment each other so much. Brianna, the dark one, with straight long black hair decorated with some volcano red strands, sort of gave the impression of being an introvert. All her clothes were mainly black. From shirts, to pants, to accessories and imagine, even gloves and socks. All black, every single clothing item, except dresses of course; Brianna does not wear dresses. Only twice did that happen, on her father's funeral when she was 7, and, on that present today. On the other hand comes Lucie, that never takes off dresses. She is always filled with energy just as her golden short curls that bounce up and down while she speaks. While Brianna's look is always cold and mysterious, Lucie seems to have endless hyperactivity.

Lucie's eyes is her most attractive feature. Her eyes were the kind of green that mint ice cream gets jealous of, that happy, permanently sparkling, noticeable green that makes you gaze in them for hours. On the other hand, no matter how much people look at Brianna's eyes, there will be nothing there to behold. An endless depth of ink, sorrow, and pain. An endless stretch of midnight sky. The way Brianna wears her make up (which was always the same black eyeliner, and mascara) gives her a more "Emo" look than her clothes and hair. But she doesn't like to call herself Emo, she just isn't.

She wears black because it satisfies her, and Brianna loves satisfaction.

A wave of dizziness pushed through Brianna. Dear God please not a vision now. She thought.

Taking a breath was too hard now, she never reached this part of an asthma attack before. Usually her grandma would give her the inhaler or Mark, her older brother, would rush her into the emergency room in the hospital. Another feeling of motion sickness hit her hard. Oh damn it. A vision IS coming. Another wave swam through her, knocking her off her balance. She couldn't raise her head anymore. She caught the last glance of the green sunflower stem in front of her realizing black spots flying around her. Then she watched , as if in slow motion, her face crashing straight into the dirt under her. She tried to raise it but she couldn't. But in visions I don't lose balance! She thought. Am I fainting? She remembered her wheezing lungs and her asthma. My asthma. Oh, of course. My Asthma .

It was her fault, she did lose her medicines in this journey to wonderland. Lucie was calling her name, but she couldn't answer even though she tried. She tried to tell her she's fainting, or having a vision, but she couldn't. It was like she was under water. No matter how loud she screamed, no one above the water can hear anything. Which is really different compared to visions. In visions she can simply look at the scene of the vision even if her actual eyes are opened.

She could hear her heart pulsing so loudly and strongly, she could feel every beat everywhere in her body even in her toes. Every beat was a loud long lecture.

As if her heart is saying:

"I HATE YOU FOR NOT GETTING YOUR INHALERS, BRIANNA!"

Then again.

"I HATE YOU FOR NOT GETTING YOUR INHALERS, BRIANNA!"

Then again.

"I HATE.....

Again and again and again.

And it was the last thing she remembered, her heart hating her.