I scared that you will be waiting on the other side. That you will be there, whenever i close my eyes, waiting to take me back. I'm scared you're going to make me leave, and drag me screaming to the next world. Please, don't wake me up from this. reality is too much. every time i close my eyes, i find that you are standing there, and it scares me, it scares me oh so much.
Please...
Don't wake me up from this.
Hope fell to the ground, her skin covered in sweat. She panted for breath, her chest rising and falling in short bursts as the twisted image of her reflection loomed before her eyes. It's last words rang through her head, those pitiful sounds that escaped it heinous mouth.
She gathered herself and stood up, leaning on the edge of the bed for support as her legs shook under her weight. Slowly, her eyes began to adjust to the dim lighting. Her curtains peacefully drifted in the wind, sending shadows across the room.
"why do i have to be like this? Why can't i just be like the rest of them. They don't have to keep their other half hidden in their mind. They just walk around, and don't bother them anymore. But me...i have to push it down into the depths of myself. I'm surprised i'm still sane. That i can still do my job. No matter now. I just have live and let die. These fights are fun. Every night. Whenever i close my eyes."
Tears filled her eyes, the image of that broken self stirring feelings of pity within her. Again. It always knew what strings to pull to get her to feel for that monstrosity. To get her to let parts of the beast out. So she could see the despair.
It had only escaped once, but that event had repercussions throughout history. Despair ran rampant throughout the ranks of soldiers, quelling them to give up, to give in.
"Oh what do you do to me!" Hope cried raising her eyes to the ceiling.
Sweetie, just leave me be. I'm not hurting anyone the way i am now, am i?
"But you're hurting me."
I don't need to hurt you. But you make me.
Hope stared at herself in the mirror. A small, pale girl gazed back, her blue eyes wide with innocence.
Suddenly, a ghostly apparition appeared beside the reflection
"Madam, you have a message waiting. Would you like me to deliver it?" Hope looked at the empty space beside her, then back at the translucent man in her mirror.
"Arch, please don't. That's kind of creepy." She said in a peeved tone.
"Sorry miss. I'll remember to wear my body next time. Did you want your message?"
"Yeah sure." The reflection nodded and took a sheet of paper from his pocket.
"Hope, come to the common hall. we have news. Cheers, Alphonse."
Arch looked up expectantly.
"Got it. Thanks." Hope tried to smile, but she was still shaken.
A cool breath of air flowed past her face, and she could see Arch's fingers brushing her cheek.
"Miss, you are crying."
'I'm not crying Arch."
"Then why do tears fall from your eyes?"
Hope touched her cheek, the glistening tracks wet and warm.
Why...why am i crying?
"Because you're sad. Because you're hurting. Why else would Hope cry, but to express her pain? You cry because I am hurting you. Don't deny it."
