The Woman of War

Nine

R.I.P 2 My Youth by The Neighbourhood

"  Might go to hell but there ain't no stoppin'

Might be a sinner and I might be a saint

I'd like to be proud but somehow I am ashamed

Sweet little baby in a world full of pain

I gotta be honest, I don't know if I could take it "

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I wake up in a room made of darkness, the kind of darkness where you can't see your hand even if it was right in front of your face. I knew I was laying down, so it tried my best to stand up. Stumbling for solid ground, I stood up on my own two feet when nine spotlights shined down to show what the room beholds. Underneath the spotlights, there was nine pedestals with a glass lid on each. Inside each of the jars, there was something inside. What the hell is this nightmare?

Each was vastly different, and each one felt like it was calling me to near it. Starting the one closest to me, I noticed a rose in front of me. It had a few petals fallen and rotten around the edge of the thorn riddled the stem as the bud itself was in full bloom. It was something straight out of a fairy tale. To simply put it, it was beautiful and perfect. The kind of perfect that you can see the flaws but that didn't matter, it was still beautiful. Crouching down to eye level, I noticed another petal fall and rot as I felt a strong surge of emotion. The emotions were overwhelming that I didn't know what to perceive them, as they were new and terrifying.

Standing up, I moved over to a white orb that floated on thin air. It was godly bright, and it made me squint. I circled around it, and I felt a warm fuzzy feeling. It made me feel immense joy that brought a smile to my face just at the present of it. Smiling at it, the blob seemed to move in a funny shaky motion as if it were a puppy shaking its tail. Laughing slightly, I moved along to the next glass jar.

The next jar was of a sleeping dove, as I slowly and quietly walked towards it. The bird was peacefully asleep, and I was afraid of waking it. Crouching next to it, I looked at the intricacy of the bird. It's wings were beautifully white as the tips of each feather were lined with black. Around the closed right eye of the bird, there was a black discoloration that made the bird look like an animalistic version of yin and yang. I stared for a few moments longer before the bird woke up and began to fly around the cage. The more the bird bounced off the glass, the more I smiled as I felt the same bubbly feeling from the light, but more forced. As if the two of us weren't meant to be in one another's lives, but we were. The bird made a delighted chirping noise as it continued to flew around the jar.

The next pedestal was different, as there was two things inside; A pair of gold and white angel wings accompanied by floating devil horns and a tail. The wings are greatly detailed as I could see every fiber and vein through the gold. The horns and tail were red with black tips that seemed to be smoking from heat. The wings fluttered gracefully as the tail snapped viciously against the marble of the pedestal. The more the tail snapped, the more resentment I felt. The feeling changed when the wings gracefully flapped, the more gratefulness and caring filled me. Shaking my head in confusion, I tried to decipher my feelings but I ended with no results.

Another jar was next to it as it was a tiny floating cupid. The image made me laugh as the baby with a bow and arrow was made of hearts and was radiating a loving energy. My heart strings pulled as I could feel my heart beat race.