❛ 𝔦 𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔴𝔦𝔪 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯, 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔦𝔱'𝔰 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔦'𝔡 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔡𝔦𝔢. ❜
→ * . & ━━ a girl by the name
of sar, who can walk through dreams, finds
herself drawn to her hometown and into a
bigger m...
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༉˚*ೃ ᵒ³. 𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐃-𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒!
𝐒𝐀𝐑 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐔𝐓 of her bed.
She disconnected from the Something as her head slammed against the wooden floor. It sent pain racketing through her skull, left her momentarily dazed. Shit, that hurt. The girl lay there for a moment, as if waiting for someone to help her up. But there was no one to come: no friends, or brothers or sisters—certainly no mother or father. They were dead, she supposed. Or somewhere better off than her.
Slowly, Sar pulled herself up into sitting position, slumped over herself. A droplet of blood landed on her nightgown, staining the yellow slip an ugly shade of red. Sar raised her fingers to her nose. They came away bloody.
She could still feel it at a distance, writhing in the town she once called home—if that's what the lab could be described as. She didn't know what had come before. Sar held her head in her hands for a moment before standing up. Her legs were shaky from the exertion of her mind—such a long way away. Sar knew she'd wake up with killer bruises tomorrow.
The young girl hovered at the end of her bed for a moment. Her fingers were waiting at the blanket hem. Confliction darted through her eyes.
Then, her hand darted out and grabbed the backpack from her desk. She threw it on her bed and began stuffing it with items. An extra pair of clothes; some food; a wallet full of all the money she could fit... her fingers hovered over a stuffed tiger lying on her bed. Eventually, she gave in and shoved the toy in the backpack. Sar chucked the rest of her things into the bag. She threw on some clothes, slipped her leather jacket over her shoulders, and left the house.
༉*ೃ༄
𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 inside a payphone. A telephone was pressed up against her ear, chord wound around her finger. "Kim? I'm going away for a while. Yeah, I've just got some business." She was leaning up against the glass, bag tossed over her shoulder. "Don't let anyone raid my house. Yes, Kim—that includes you. I'll see you soon. Yeah. Bye, Kim." Sar hung the telephone back onto the hook. It clicked off.
Sar turned around and toed open the payphone door with her boot. It was still night. The moon shone down from above, sending shards of light through the dark sky. It made her feel warm, somehow.
