Love Is Not a Choice

Chapter Six

A Dream...or something your mind is trying to tell you?

For the next hour or so, you drifted in and out of consciousness. You couldn't remember a single moment of those few moments of conscious, but you could remember your dreams (because they must be dreams, nothing that scary could be real...right?), and quite clearly at that.

There were only two that terrified you the most; the first being of Azzurro Vanel kneeling down beside you. Apparently, you were laying down, though while you knew your back was against the uncomfortable floor, you could not feel it. Your ankles and wrists were still bound together, though you could not feel the rope. He was smirking at you, that horrid smirk of his the only thing completely clear on his face, the rest of his features just one big massive tanned blur. His hand cradled your right cheek, forcing your face to turn to the left. His cradle was a mockery of a mother's caress to her child, just an empty calmness that spoke of subtle threat and danger. Everything in your spoke to run, to scream but no matter how hard you tried to move, nothing happened. You couldn't do anything, seemingly transfixed to the way him...or maybe the slight dark movement behind him. You couldn't figure out what the movement was, or what it was caused by.

Not that you were given much time to try and find out what it was, because soon after, everything went black. When the next dream came, you don't know how long time had passed, probably just a few seconds or minutes...or possibly hours. Not matter how long it was, you felt like you had been asleep for hours and yet you were still tired.
The next dream, though, shocked you because although it was plain, the simplicity of just the one image in it scared you. You could see fuschia-pink eyes, contrasting against a dark smoky background. They seemingly narrowed at you, with emotions you couldn't quite understand but still scared you nonetheless. They kept coming closer and closer and closer. You wanted to run, away and towards them. You wanted to scream for them to leave you alone, to forever entice you within that frightening, wanting glance. You wanted to just forever be held and undone by those eyes, and dear God that scared you.

After what felt like forever, those eyes seemed to stop and then close because soon there was just darkness. Startled, you took off running. You didn't know whether you were running away from the eyes or to find them. Your feet seemed to just take control, eager to find their destination, a destination you didn't know. However, before you could take even two more steps, you were suddenly being lifted, up, up, up in the air. You were floating, high above. You couldn't see anything but you could feel the ground was far away from you, but that didn't seem to scare you. You suddenly felt...calm, as if you just gave in, the dark abyss gladly embracing you and comforting you with it's cold, suffocating grip.

And then you fell. You could feel the wind fly through your hair, swishing it this way and that. You could feel your mouth open in a silent scream. You could feel yourself get closer and closer to the ground, closer to landing harshly onto the ground below and - most likely - dying. You could feel the panic, the fear...the sadness, but why? Was it because you were about to die or...because there seemed to be a light beneath you, and the darkness seemed to get further and further away from you?

You could not see anything still, though this time was not because it was too dark, but because the light was too bright, too blinding. You could feel your heart beating ever-so-faster, your breath coming out deeply, your chest rising up and down fast. The ground was coming just a mere feet away, you could tell. You would hit the ground and die a painful death.

You were consumed with rather complicated feelings, a mixture of wanting death to come and wanting to avoid death, at the same time you were just an inch from the ground...

And then you opened your eyes.