Bonded

Chapter Two

I stood in a field of white and yellow wildflowers, a gentle breeze blowing through my unruly red curls. There was a peace inside me that had never been there before, like nothing would ever bother me again unless I allowed it too, let it break down my walls. If only that's how it really worked....It was a comforting feeling nonetheless.

Suddenly, my mind went blank and new feelings invaded. First, I felt suffocated and numb, and then slowly feelings of sadness and despair caused me to drop to my knees with wet eyes. Looking over the field of flowers, trying to blink back tears, is how I saw the boy.

He stood about ten feet away from me, an unimposing figure clad in a faded forest green hoodie and cargo pants. His hair was messy, curled at the tips, and as dark as the night sky. There was sadness in his silvery blue eyes. He looked my age, give or take a few years. His pale, almost blue lips formed a sad smile when the boy saw me staring; the gaze was filled with open curiosity, though I thought I saw anger somewhere in those piercing eyes. I too started to feel curious and enraged. It was then that I realized the feelings that were going through my head belonged to him.

The boy looked over my shoulder, so I did too, but what I saw made no sense. The grass of the field warped and blurred, slowly turning to dark blue water. A ship was in the middle of it, slowly sinking, fading and decaying at the edges the longer I looked. I could tell it had once been grand, but now it was just the shell of something once beautiful. As the ghostly remains of the ship crumbled and creaked and sank, I caught a glimpse of silvery blue eyes staring back at me from within. What scared me was that they were blank...lifeless.

As a wave washed over the remains of the ship, I looked questioningly at the boy in the meadow, but he wouldn't meet my eyes. He seemed to be mouthing words to me, but I could not hear him. I was about to call out to him, but he too disappeared, crumbling and floating away as black dust, a small whisper on the wind as the only proof he was ever there.

"Don't be afraid."

I woke with a start, muffling the shout that had come out of my mouth. I got off my bed and looked underneath it, only to find a pair of eyes looking back at me. Blue eyes, a beautiful silvery-blue, the same ones from my dream. I thought that maybe it was my imagination playing tricks on me, or I was still asleep and dreaming. After a few seconds passed, the eyes blinked and I saw pale blue lips start to mouth something, but I didn't catch the words; I fainted on the spot.