A/N: Once I get everything completed, I'll attempt to have a schedule, so look out for that! I'm planning on posting each chunk at once, to make it easier for all you readers out there! Hope you enjoy! *Sounds like an awkward 11 year old author* Whoops.
The amazing thing about thinking is that it provides the perfect escape. Escaping into a world unlike any you've seen. Blocking out the reality and preventing the demons from coming in. In my world, it's a bit complicated. Falling asleep can be dangerous, but also proves useful when lucid. Going into sleep telling myself I'll go into my World Escape, as I call, is like a vault of information. It appears different every time I enter, but one consistency is that I'm always aware of what is happening to my body. I can access all information my mind has gathered during the conscious twenty-seven years of my life. It's like being asleep, with none of the physical benefits, but all the right academic ones.
Blinking, I find myself at the bottom of a pool. I smile, looking up at the water above me, moving slightly with the wind. Ten feet, I estimate. I can hear the song from my phone playing with amazing clarity, almost like I'm surrounded by speakers, but none too loud. "For some kind of sign..." I murmur with the song. I can feel Jack's purrs resonating through my body in a comforting manner, and with a blink, he's right beside me, the size of a tiger. It's not frightening, and instead, reassuring. I pet his head and he purrs, almost a roar. Forcing myself to stop, I recall my reason for being here. To try to find any information related to the symbol if I have any. If I could make it to it.
I glance to the bracelet on my wrist, blinking twice in hopes they emerge. "Elliot?" Looking up, I see a woman- no, a man. They're a man, I remind myself. They're corpulent, but comfortably so. Their hair falls to their shoulders in knotted curls, waves of brown and purple and blue. They wear an engagement ring on their finger: a sapphire jewel. Around their neck is a lavender scarf, hiding the injuries I knew were there. They wore a tee shirt with the yin and yang symbols out of plants, a purple hoodie on their body. Black pants fell to their ankles and skin peeked through the holes of their bright purple crocs. The sleeves on their forearm was covered intentionally, hiding scars I knew existed but wished not to see. Tears left my eyes and I took a deep breath, voice shaking as I spoke.
"Kaedan, it's nice to see you." They looked at me behind their white and purple glasses a smile on their face. They looked just as they did when they were seventeen, not aging even in my mind. They stood two or three inches shorter than me, reminding me of just how much I had grown since they left.
"Of course it's nice to see me," they joked, a wide grin on their face. I bit my lip, looking at the ground. You weren't this happy, you never were. You just faced it to make us feel better. You didn't want us to know you weren't okay. "I know." I looked up at them, startled, but then recalling this was in my mind. "I know you want me to apologize, and I want to. I can't express that enough, Red. But..." I didn't need them to say what I knew they would've. They can't say any more, because it's not something they would've said earnestly. But they could because it's what I've been telling myself. "It's not your fault." I blinked, tears falling down my cheeks. How... How can you say that? "Because you know it, Red. You know it's not your fault, but you don't want to believe it." I forced a laugh, wiping my tears.
"You're such a hypocrite," I laughed, doing my best not to cry. I could feel a rough tongue on my cheeks and I saw tiger-Jack lapping them up. I smiled, petting his head before he went to lay down again.
"I know, but you love me." I nodded, another laugh escaping my lips. Silence passed over us. "You did it." I looked up at them, hands in my pockets. "You're officially Dylan Ethan-Evan Elliot. Now if only you'd been Red," they teased, and I laughed. We looked at one another with a devious smile.
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Red (Sherlock BBC)
Fanfiction*Mature for strong language, graphic violence (I guess), and triggering subjects* Red. That was the colour of which they owned- the colour they lived by, and the colour that had meant so much. Red. Not many people could face the deaths of th...
