The Vision of Escaflowne 2

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  • Dedicated to my loving husband who accepted all my baggage of mental issues that I brought to
                                    

Hello readers, I am very sorry for not updating this story.  I wrote this story many many years ago, and so much has happened in that time, I am still a fan of escaflowne and I will try my best to update again.  Due to the much bad writing of my past self, I have rewritten this chapter and I will be doing the same to the rest of the chapters before updating with new chapters, it will also help me to get back in the swing. The reason I decided to pick my escaflowne story to start first is due to the lovely people who commented for more. So, please vote and comment, inspire me! On with Chapter 1.

Hitomi sighed softly and glanced towards the window on her left.  It was a typical day outside, the sun was gently shining in the sky and it was a typical day inside, just an ordinary day.

She sighed, “Oh Van,..”

 Her teacher’s voice gradually came into focus in her mind, the screeching noise of pencils meeting paper was a gentle hum in the room around her.  But her mind couldn’t let go, she just couldn’t focus on anything.

She thought about him often, what was he doing now? Was he okay? Did he miss her like she missed him? Maybe he was married by now, he was a king after all, and he probably had a lot of women keen to snatch him up for matrimony.

Absent mindedly she put her right hand up her left sleeve and rested it gently on her wrist.  She knew she had scars, scars from self harm, from pain and loneliness.  If it hadn’t been for Van and the time she spent on Gaia, she probably wouldn’t be alive right now.  He made her want to breathe again.  Her life was full of loneliness before she met Van, and even though she still feels lonely and depressed, it did help to think that Van was always there for her.  Since she had left Gaia, they had spent many hours just talking with each other through their mental link.  Van was always very encouraging of her, to continue her studies and stay on the track team.  But these last few years it felt as though there was a bad connection, she just couldn’t feel him through their link.  Maybe he had finally found someone else, or maybe he was just fed up with her and her problems.  She frowned at the mere thought of it.

Soon enough the bell rung throughout the lecture room and in a hurry, the students quickly packed up their belongings and left, still she stood, almost frozen in time.  After gathering her belongings and putting them into her backpack and throwing it over her back, she made her way out of the room, last at usual.

Making her way home she couldn’t help but look to the sky, the sun was still bright and the clouds looked so gentle and soft. But was it true?  Was it all even real?  She just didn’t even know anymore.  Everyday was the same, and the journey home from college each day was lonely without Yukari who had left months previous to join Amono permanently in England. What did it matter anyhow.  This seemed to be her fate.  Everyone left her in the end, that’s how it always was for her, people just coming and going in her life.  It just felt like no one cared.  Like she didn’t matter to anyone anymore.  She often felt as though if anyone would even notice her gone, would they really care?  It seemed to be that everyone had someone they belonged to and somewhere to call home.  But she didn’t.  After leaving Gaia to come back home, she has since felt so torn.  At the time it seemed to be the best decision, to come home, she was after all only 15 years old with no family or home there and yet she has often wondered if it was the best decision to leave after all.  It was too late now anyhow.  She had left and came back to Japan, her connection with Van broken. She came back to Japan happy, and with time her mood slowly began to sour again as the reality of her loneliness sang in.

What was the point in carrying on?  What was the point in living at all?  Hitomi often felt as though she was fading away to nothing. She just didn’t feel alive anymore, so what was the point in carrying on, why let herself suffer anymore, why even continue.

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