Wine Red

Why would I...?

    "—and never trust a {{heart}}

  that's so bent

                              it cannot break."

The words rang out in the dark, stinging the ears of all whom had the unfortunate luck of hearing. One person in particular only looked up, and stared around her. The stout female felt her breath get stuck in her throat, her hands shake, and ears ring. The area around her wasn't a pristine setting it once was. The buildings were a strange sepia color, the street below her wasn't concrete-it was an odd papery texture.

    Her deep chocolate eyes tore away from the ground, and back up to the area around her. Tucking a piece of auburn hair behind her ear, she kept her eyes wipe. The female felt as if she should run, get away from the scene before her–yet her legs wouldn't move, wouldn't budge.

     With a gasp, she witnessed the sepia buildings begin to collapse. She instantly brought up her arms to shield her face—hoping to block anything that could possibly hit her eyes. Yet when nothing happened to her, she looked up. The odd coloured buildings didn't fall, but rather lift up to the sky.

    She opened her mouth to scream, to cry out her terrors and questions. Nothing came out of her agape mouth, her voice was long gone. Her eyes flicked around frantically, trying to figure out anything- if all this destruction meant anything. Just as she was about to give up, and allow herself be swallowed up by the hatred of whatever is happening, her eyes caught something—no, someone.

   A silhouette of someone was seen on top of a floating building, kneeled over in a pained position. The female upon the ground felt an odd attachment to the shadowed figure. Perhaps it was because of her nature, kind and compassionate. The figure seemed pained, agonised almost. The soon-to-be traumatised female was mentally thrown back to the hideous words spoken only a few moments ago. And with bated breath, she attempted to scream out once more.

   "——hUK" A gasp of air, and a hand to her chest, a female shot forward from her bed. Heaving for her breath, panicked eyes scanned the darkened room. The brunette soon calmed herself enough to breathe properly. Her mind raced, wondering to as why she was having those dreams once again.  Regardless, she'd turn her head to the side, inspecting the glowing clock upon her bedside table. A grumble escaped her, she had around 3 hours until the first day of school, something she wasn't looking forward was the upcoming day. A gruff escaped her, before she noticed her hand was still clutching the cloth covering her life source—a fragile organ.

  'Why am I so scared of those stupid dreams? I deal with real nightmares everyday.' Inquires the chocolate haired female.

      'I'm just being stupid...I must be nervous for school...right?'

With a shake of her head, she relaxed, and allowed herself to slip away into the nightmarish realm that laid behind her eyelids. Wine red and dulled grey filled her mind as she awaited to be jolted awake—secretly wondering why she was dreaming of such abstract things.