The Death Wish

Silver Shifting

In my dream it was black... I couldn't see my feet, or even my hands as i waved them in front of my face. Without knowing where i was going i walked ahead, arms swinging as i whistled a tune. The tune echoed in every direction and beyond. Why was i so cheerful? I had no clue but, that question quickly melted from my subconsciousness as blackness underneath my feet began to glow. The light shuddered from the edges of the darkness before it shot quickly to my feet. The flickering angelic light twisted around my ankles like a coiling snake. The light was absolutely beautiful, it sparked even more brightly as i wrapped it my around my waist. Only then did it start to burn. Cringing with pain I tried to wipe the llight away but it only trickled past my fingers. The burning lights coiled around my arms and neck. As the burning increased, tears of mine dropped slowly. A tear dripped to my mouth and splashed onto my tongue… My stomach wrentched as i tasted metal. The light felt like it was tearing away at my flesh, I could feel it creep to my eyes. I tried to close them but the light flooded it… I tilted my Head back and screamed, bloodied tears dripped down my shadowed body… The light was no longer bright now this point. It was black. They looked like dark cracks in my body like each piece was going to be broken off. Am i going to shatter like glass? I wanted to scratch the burn away but my arms wouldn't move. From the crack protruded a thick red liquid, silver and gold could be seen from it as it pored from my body. It hurt... I wanted to die. My screams filled the void of the dream as my body shattered into oblivion, silver and gold blood spreading across the shadowed grounds.

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I could feel someone shaking me. My thoughts seemed thick and unorganized as my father's voice filled my pounding ears, " Rain!!! Get up, whats wrong?!" He shook me with such force that my head bobed back and forth repeatedly.

" Wha- what's wrong," I questioned with distaste as Father stopped shaking me and backed away slowly

" You were screaming and scratching away at yourself," his eyes darted to the bleeding cuts that covered my arms and neck," I should call the doctor to make sure... Nothings... Wrong." Father left the room quickly, a phone pressed tightly to his ear.

Looking down at my cut arms, something tickled the back of my mind... Did I forget something? Something important? I traced my fingers along the incisions I made. I winced, it stung like hell. Walking to the bathroom I hear Father angrily whispering, " Yes! I know! But.... Yes... Yes... I don't know yet sir... I can't!... I'll try sir... Goodbye sir," he glanced my way and quickly shut his cell, " We're you just eavesdropping?"

He eyed me suspiciously, " No Daddy. Just on my way to the bathroom is all." I twisted the knob carefully, pulling myself into the white room. Leaning against the door, I stared at the injuries I put upon myself. They hurt as I prodded them with my stained fingers. My fingers were covered in dried blood, I rose my fingers to my nose. Crinkling my nose from the distasteful metallic smell, I turned the silver faucet. Cool water rushed at my stretched out fingers, the dried blood washed away quickly, causing the water to redden. Turning my head, slightly, I could see the scratches that ran along my neck, they didn't really look like finger nails had dug into my skin. It looked like lightning bolts, or thin red snakes that tried to coil but, couldn't. I followed the lines that were etched into my skin thoughtfully, it burned like a small faint fire danced along my injuries. Biting my lip from the slight pain, I stared at myself, the reflection staring back. My skin was pale, probably from the lack of light. I wonder what light felt like... Was it cold or warm? I heard in books that it was a wonderful warmth, I wanted to feel that too, just like the heroes in my books. Someday, I'm going to leave this house, and when I do I'll never come back! I'll travel the world to Paris, Rome, Africa, Asia, India, The Statue of Liberty... I've seen pictures of them and they were beautiful. How bad my heart yearned to feel the breeze and the sun...

My fingers pressed against the glass, as I peered thoughtfully at myself. My tawny golden eyes twinkled with something fierce, ad the silver specks near my pupil shifted around like a whir pool. Shocked, I stepped back and peered closer to the mirror, the silver still shifting. " What the hell?" I blinked and the silver stopped rotating, odd. Rubbing my eyes, I looked up and screamed.