I open my eyes and the dim room is there again. I rub look at my hands, and they are a misty black grey formed out of small shining black orbs, strung together with gray-black mist. Am I seeing through you. I think I am. You stand up and look around. It is a dim cell in a dungeon somewhere. There are bloody scratches on the wall but there is no one else in the room. The keys are still hanging in the lock and the door is open, there is no gaurd in sight. You rush out the door and sprint through the hall. As you near a door you slow down. There is an odd absence of noise coming from that area. It is like noise did not exist in this pocket of space and the world around it becomes wrinkled almost like.......water on paper.
No it is wet. It is broken. It is missing. It is gone. A piece of my world. A piece of me. Is now warped and twisted, and there isnt a way for me to fix it. The art that i created is gone. Why would it get wet. It is unreadable. It is gone. I warned you and it still got wet. I am damaged. A piece of memories i can not get back no matter how hard I try. It is erased from meThe surroundings melt into the park. It is not night. It is not day. Everything is a dull gray. There is no wind and there is no noise at all. There was only rain. Everything elsewas still. What happened? Why is it all wrong? I am a horrible book. I'm sorry for the trouble. Your imagination sits down next to me. After a few moments it begins to speak, "I never told you my name. It's Phantasie," as your name is spoken the park begins to regain color.
Thank you.
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This chapter is purposely short because the rest of the page has been ripped off. (so ha if you dont read my little notes you might not know whats happening) I'm already working on the next part. Please be patient. I love all of the people that leave me nice comments and I appriciate each and every one of you. You are the reason I decided to continue this.
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