Rising Dust

The Hammer

I've been having these dreams lately.

There is always this presence—this feeling that never leaves me, but I can never remember what the dreams are about.

The lingering sensation; the distinct impression of giving up. I'm aware of one thing: I'm scared, I'm fighting—fighting for my LIFE. Kicking and screaming and trying so hard to get away from deaths icy grip...until the lights fade, and all my gas has drained.

Until there's nothing left to fight for.

I give up. Every time, it ends with one thing. Every single time, I give up. That's all I know. My memory vanished; gone as fast as it came, like the harsh flash of a camera.

And, POOF. Just as the sinking feeling of failure settles at the pit of my stomach, and I'm filled with sadness...

"Morning!" a pitchy voice chimed.

My eyes fluttered, feeling dry and heavy. I rubbed them, and reluctantly turned my head to see..well, someone I really didn't want to see.

"What do you want?" I croaked, flinging my warm cocoon of sheets off my body. I swung my legs over the side of my bed, and massaged my temples.

The room was unusually cold, like someone had left a window open. The thing was, I didn't have windows in my apartment.

"That's not a very nice welcoming for someone who worked so hard to get in here, Care Bear."

I stood and clenched my fists at my sides, mentally cursing that awful nickname. "What do you mean, worked so hard, Chelsea?"

She giggled, and I sent her a look. The look that showed me something I wished I had never seen. In her grimy, nimble fingers was a hammer. A freaking hammer. "Oops."

The wall separating my bedroom from my living room had a huge Chelsea shaped hole in it. I shoved her aside and took two fast steps towards the wall to peer through it.

On the far side of the living room, my apartment door was knocked down.

"What the hell..." I said quietly, and turned to Chelsea.

She flashed me a dirty smile, and winked. "Catch yah later, Care Bear."

Climbing through the hole, she dropped her hammer on my foot, and exited through the empty space where my door used to be.

Sisters.

A/N

Sorry for the super short chapter, and sorry that I published it like, two months later. I know it wasn't really worth the wait, and we probably lost all of our readers, but I really hope you'll at least enjoy it.

~Shado_Rider