I'm standing on a grass field. There's nothing around, not even a tree, just dry, high grass soaked in midnight sky. The stars and the moon shine so brightly I can still devour my surrounding. The wind is merciless, carries my hair and clothes away in a dance. Im completely alone besides an eagle making circles in the sky, high above my head. I turn around. Nothing. Completely alone. Completely helpless. I don't know which way to go. I can see nothing but grass and jet black sky. But suddenly I hear a twig being cracked. I turn around like I was burned. A mirror. Huge mirror stands in front of me, projecting my scared, confused, face decorated with wide opened pair of eyes. I see myself very clearly despite the darkness that surrounds me. I'm tall, my black hair hugs my shoulders trying to reach my waist. I see Noah's tattoo on my chest. I'm dressed only in white, strap top and a pair of shorts. No shoes. And my face is covered with tears. Sticky, dried out tears. I didn't feel them. I didn't feel them gathering in my eyes and flowing down my cheeks. But they reflect moon light that bounces off them and attacks my reflection in front of me. Suddenly, my double changes. I didn't even realised when it turned into a young, weak version of myself. My projection can't be older than 6 years old, dressed the same as my real form is. But she's crying. Her brows are frowned with sorrow and grief, something like awareness of approaching pain. I touch my face unconsciously. The tears are running down my face but I don't feel like I'm crying. Like my younger version in the mirror reflects her tears on me. Suddenly, she hides her tiny face in even tinier hands and breaks down on her knees. She's sobbing so loudly I hear it in my skull.
,,I'm sorry." She tries to say with her trembling, crying voice. I don't even move. I don't turn around, I don't approach the mirror. I just stand there. And suddenly someone steps behind my younger self. He is dressed like a soldier, I've near seen his face before. He's around 30, broad-shouldered with dead grimace on his face. There's nothing beneath his mask of skin. And he has a gun in his hand. He appeared so quickly I couldn't even realise when he approached my young reflection from the back. I finally turn around just for a second. The grass field is still empty. Only me, eagle and a mirror. But what happens on the other side is much more terrifying than being alone. The man pins a gun the the back of girl's head. She lifts her drowned in tears face to look at me.
,,Remember me." These are her last words before she falls helplessly to the ground, burying her face in the grass, displaying huge, gaping hole from a gun shot at the back of her head. And once again, I'm helpless.
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THE DREAM CATCHER
FantasyA BOY WHO ALWAYS FELT AND WANTS TO STOP FEELING. A GIRL WHO NEVER FELT AND WANTS TO START FEELING. Terrible drvg turns of every humans emotions. Niccòlo will do everything to prevent it. But he needs Eden to achieve his goal. But how can you use so...
