It started with a simple shadow.
I had seen the dark illusion cast upon my bedroom wall before it quickly disappeared into the dark starless night.
Every night that the moon was full, it's light shone through my blindless windows and projected a subtle beam onto one of the white desolate walls that framed my room.
Then, every time that still canvas of light hung on my wall, a dark shadow, sharp and unmoving, seemed to be painted there until my eyelids drifted closed, or the morning drowned my room with sunlight, whichever had come first.
One night, the image of the spirit did not appear and uncontrollably, my weary eyes shut. Instead, a small whisper was shot into the silence and barely touched my ears before it was never heard by another soul.
"Her."
Upon awaking quickly, I caught a glimpse of green captivating eyes and pale skin that seemed to lure me into a locking gaze. "Wait!" I called as the vision disappeared as quickly is it began.
I ran to my window and saw nothing but the big full moon and the skyscrapers, towering like giants over the never ending pandemonium that rained over the streets like a raging storm.
My life was full of nothing but ordinary. Anything extraordinary only seemed to evoke my gullible nature, hidden in the cracks of my unimaginative mind.
And though the spirit had flown far from my voice's reach, I still called to it, aching for it to return. "Come back, please. I'm not afraid of you."
When I woke the next morning, I was not in my bed nor the shelter of my barren walls. I found myself in a bed of flowers; colors I had never seen in my eighteen years of living.
And the only thing I remembered was the steady beating of ones heart against the ear of my spinning head as my body was clutched tightly in the embrace of ones arms who were foreign to me.
So here I was.
Caught in the middle of nowhere and someplace, and I hadn't the slightest clue of what had taken me here.
Or rather,
Who
A/N
I wrote this introduction to my new story on two hours of sleep so I am brain dead.
I hope you guys want to read more! This is my more descriptive writing style that I don't use as much but I hope you like it!
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Caged • Robbie Kay/Peter Pan •
Fanfiction"Because you've forgotten what it's like to actually feel something." I whispered. Peter's expression softened and the only sounds between us were the steady unsynchronized breaths falling from our lips. He swallowed, the closeness of our bodies m...
