"What will it be this time?" I asked the moon with a sigh and sat down with my feet dangling off the cliff. As usual, I got no response.
I wasn't sure if the moon was holding back it's tongue on purpose to torment me, or if it was just as confused a...
The threateningly strong whirl of wind swirled around me. My hair and the flow of my long white gown swayed with the wind. It was like I was right inside an extremely quiet tornado.
The excessive amount of pressure from Mother Nature scraping against my skin but leaving no scratch. My vision was blurry, the whole entity before me had green like features as its background, almost like we were both trapped in a forest.
I screamed and screamed until my lungs collapsed on me. I stood there crying, everything was a mess.
What am I supposed to do?
"Y/n!"
I heard someone shouting for me. I whipped my head up, feeling the bitter sensation of another tear surpassing my chin as I searched for that voice.
That voice.
That low and deep voice seemed so familiar. Like it had imprinted in my heart since before. The pumping red shape in my chest ached as the voice continued ringing in my ear.
A hint of remourse and sorrow began tinting and making a mark on my little heart.
Just then, a little hand appeared through the wind and opened its palm.
"Hold onto me!" The voice said.
I reached out almost in slow motion, lingering my hand over to hold it. As soon as we touched hands, it's like something in my mind clicked. I closed my eyes as the pain eventually subsided and in a swift motion, the hand dragged me out of the spinning disaster. The ruckus stopped. I opened my eyes.
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I woke up.
I observed the room and the state I was in. My bed sheets all wrinkled up and scattered from my bed to the floor. My room was dark, with little light creeping in from my opened curtains. It was the same dream again.
I shakily reached for my silk blanket, pulling them up to my shoulders as I softly lay my head back on my pillow.
My body didn't seem to agree with me as I tried to fight back my tears that are now threatening to roll down my face. And once it did, I lost it.
I weeped.
My nails creating dark crescent shapes along my arms once again. I bite my lip as hard as I can, feeling a sour sensation in the pit of my stomach. I find the dark comforting despite the fact that I hate it so much. I cry myself to sleep.
