cobalt

cobalt :: 1

I awoke in a sweat. My body was forcing air from my chest, my hazel eyes wide with fear.

That dream. That single, sickening dream.

I was so tired of seeing the same death scene replayed over and over in my head.

I pushed the covers off of me, looking down at my feet.

Shaking, they were. My eyes flickered to my hands, shaking as well.

I get this way in distress. Every single time.

This weird tendency my body slips into, I have no idea what it means or where it came from.

I walked into the bathroom, which was conveniently a few steps away.

My chocolate hair was in a braid, loose tufts sticking out every which way due to the thrashing I put it through in my slumber.

A light spray of freckles coated my cheeks in a delicate way, as though they were afraid to show themselves fully just yet. A strange way to describe the specks on your face, I suppose.

The dream still haunted me. I wanted to know.

The bloodshed, one-on-one battle between the two.

I did know one thing from having to suffer from that constant projection;

The boy with the beautiful black hair that looked soft to the touch, had a warm look in his eyes.

Blondie? Mm. I can see and feel it.
Cold. He maintained a hard stare, flecks of evil enjoyment shimmering in his eyes. The boy had no problem bringing the sword upon the other.

But their names... I wish I had a clue.

I haven't told anyone close to me, or anyone at all for that matter, about this dream yet. I have a fear that they'd think I'm psychotic.

I don't even know what I am anymore. I suffer through that dream without a clue of what's going on. My curiosity has gone unquenched for years now, I need to--

"Prism! Breakfast is ready. Stop loitering and get down here before you're late for school."

My train of thought was interrupted by no one other than my mother. I realized that I have been in this bathroom, staring intently at my reflection for fifteen minutes.

My mind races at a speed that I'll never understand...

I wonder what's for breakfast.