A/N: I have decided to continue this story, because it's the one I have the most ideas for. Having said that, this chapter is kind of short....ah well!
There is plenty more and this is more like a prologue anyways, so enjoy! :)
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Dreams of Gold
He came to me in my dreams, promising me a better life, filled with better things. He came to me on a road paved with gold. Gold streaked the skies, filled his pockets, filled the reflections in my eyes. The gold sheen gleamed on his white face. He told me there were better things. Better things I needed. He promised me the world, the moon, the stars, the skies, everything I didn’t really need, but so badly wanted. He told me all I had to do was jump. And he’d catch me. And I’d have the world.
It would be mine.
And his.
He came every night, offering me more and more. I could see him so clearly in my dreams; it was like he was real. Real as in a real person, trying to get into my head, trying to undo everything that was already there.
I could feel his hunger. His hunger for power, his hunger for me. It was like a tangible energy that crackled across the sky, staining it gold. He tried to hide it, but you can’t hide the darkest parts of a person. You can hope that other people don’t see it, or just don’t choose to see it. I chose to be blind. I chose to ignore his hunger, ignore his manipulative, selfish nature. I chose to skip over all the darkness inside his chest; I chose only to see the light. Or how little of it there really was.
I chose to overlook the beast that haunted him, that gnawed away at his soul, night and day.
I chose not to care. My blind eye was cast upon him and he revelled in my ignorance.
Still, in my chest, there’s that strange feeling I can’t put a name to.
We face choices every day.
Mine wasn’t a choice.
There was no decision involved. There was no conferring. He was just instinctively the one I turned to.
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Collateral Damage
FantasíaBekah has the ability to move objects with her mind. She's had this ability since she was five, but has been shunned out of many a social grouping at her school. Now fifteen, she's finally found people she belongs with - similar people with simil...
