I was so tired. Tired of being sucked through space and time, tired of seeing bright red stars. But I couldn't be tired of it. I lived for it. The very core of my being had been raised up into the inky ocean around me.
Arsenic was floating beside me, a stream of maroon leaking from his nose. Gallium was unconscious, floating eerily a few feet away.
I was the only one awake, and I've never felt so lonely. A loud, metallic noise echoed inside my head as the atmosphere around me began to spin like a top. I gripped my head and tried to scream in a wilderness without sound.
Suddenly he was there, with leaking blue eyes and a white-toothed smile. My neck was being gripped and mouth became a faucet, leaking cobalt blue.
The sky ticked and rotated like a clock, the stars nearly hitting each other with every move.
Gallium's eyes were wide open, pure blackness and zero movement. I just kept choking, and choking, and choking, to the tick of the universe's clock. I stared into the eyes of a boy that seemed so familiar. Platinum blonde hair, pale skin, blue madras, white t-shirt.
The journal pages flooded into my head, burning and sizzling like the breakfast mom makes me. Then I remembered cobalt, and arsenic, and my dream. I remembered the library, the phone call, lavender eyes, maroon blood, broken kingdoms, huge creatures, and the home I once knew.
My head was flashing these memories so quickly that my head felt as though it broke open as my name was being called. A hand gripped mine and I saw a streak of blue blood leaving a trail as a boy was pushed away.
"Prism? Prism! Prism wake up!" Someone called in a desperate voice.
But I felt so warm, my eyes beginning to cry some of that pretty liquid too. My eyes closed and I saw nothing but blackness and heard blank waves of static, like a broken television sitting in a lonely, white room.
I felt a stream ooze from my chest, and I laughed. It began to crystallize on my body and made me feel even warmer.
"Prism!"
I felt a hand go into my chest and pull the crystals out.
Time for more thoughts, I suppose.
END OF PART ONE
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cobalt
Mystery / ThrillerPrism, a young girl by the age of fourteen, has had the same dream nearly everyday of her life. Two different beings, two different lives, two different courses of blood. These two teenage boys, projected into her train of thought as though watching...
