Hunted Dreams

Jaune 1

I turned my book, the pages veiled my mind. 'The tales of 2 who in the end became none, Yes... A Tragic Love story! One of those never meant to be... Yes... A BL!'

My thoughts drifted before I looked at the clock, realizing how late it really was. I turn off my desk lamp and head towards my bed, my fantasies of these men grow. Before my eyes finally shut, the cool sheets greeted my warm body.

Darkness is all I saw, I shifted uncomfortably and opened my eyes to an unfamiliar environment. When I moved, I heard the sounds of leaves crunching beneath me. I looked down and saw that I was on a dirt path, littered with leaves.

The path ahead of me had leaves for walls. Like a maze, they went on and split off. I turned my head and saw another wall of leaves behind me, their color was not that of nature. Their shades being that of black and white, hints of red between certain areas, then splitting off like veins.

The sky was dark, it veiled no light. A thick fog covered the area, it was troublesome to see more than 10 feet ahead of me.

I push myself up, feeling the leaves crunch my foot now. The air was frosty, Yet I see no breath in front of me. I start walking forward, holding my body close. Making it to a fork in the road, I look both directions. Both were almost the exact same, I followed the one with red leaves in the path.

I trace the wall until I make it to a dead end, I put my hand on the end, the leaves start to fall and I'm greeted with an unfamiliar face. Long hair that of gold fell down at the sides, a golden comedy mask for a face, Its skin was dark, like that of shadows.

He held what looked like a walking stick, but it was pure white. Its body weight seemed to be held up by it, it stepped back. I put my left hand out "Wait!" It trips, falling back. Hitting its head.

I step towards it, it tries to reach for the stick. "Wait! I'm friendly!" I bend down and hold out a hand, It's breathing quickens. "I'm Jaune... And you are?" It calms down, taking it. I pulled it up, it was very light.

"Hunter... And do I know you?" It questions, trying to reach for the stick. "I'm not sure... You seem familiar?" I hold my hand up to my head, a small headache forming trying to think about it.

"Well Let's help each other..." It holds it right hand out, sticks in the other. "That would be for the best" I take it and shake it, My eyes close in relief and open them to see my bedroom. The light blue walls greet me, my cool sheets now warm.

I get up and look at the time, the blaring sound becoming ever more annoying. '6:30' it read, the annoying clock was almost thrown across the room, refraining myself. I get up, I wince and look down to see my bloody hands, I walk towards the bathroom. Turning on the sink, I wash away the blood and dirt.

The pain goes along with it in a black substance, no wounds seem apparent.

My headache worsens, sighing. I decide to take a bath, the sound of running water in my ears. I turn it off, letting my clothes fall off my body. I step into the water, letting the warmth envelope my body. I sink my head below the water, the pain subsides. When I resurface, the bath is filled slightly with a black liquid.

I stay like this, allowing the warmth to come into my skin, getting out as my skin eventually starts to prune.

I get up and change, letting the cool air pass through my clothes. As I made my way out of my room, the loud noises of food cooking became more apparent.

I pass a couple doors before I make it to the kitchen, a feeble man is in the room placing plates on the table.

He wears a blue plaid apron, his dusty blonde hair tied up behind his head, glasses hiding dark green eyes. He looks up and smiles "Well look who's awake? Good morning." He goes back to the stove, finishing some pancakes.