Sweet Pinpuku
Happy Happiny
My latest project. I wrote this first chapter with very little of an idea and just let the words flow freely and, in my opinion, it's really good, I love it.
A few words of warning first:
That's all I can think to say beyond enjoy!
Under a tree, I find myself... I'm walking slowly through dense golden foliage... it is Autumn, but it is not for that reason that the trees are golden... it is the fires... the fires of war... it has taken everything... my friends... my family... myself..."You do not belong"... an angry masculine voice speaks... this beautiful world is falling apart before my very eyes and I am powerless to stop it... "you are the cause"... that deep masculine voice echoes in my head... it causes the earth to shudder, the earth begins to crumble beneath my feet and a new being is born... Arceus...
I gasp for breath as I sit up sharply, clutching my chest, wanting to rip out the pain I feel inside. I feel weak and sick, like I have a fever although I know I suffer from no such affliction.
"It was only a dream, it was only a dream," I tell myself, rocking back and forth.
However, I know it was so much more than "only a dream"... this nightmare has plagued my existence every night for almost three weeks now. I know that if I turn around to face the blinking green numbers of the clock by my bed, I know that it will say 2:32 because it always does. Regardless, I turn around anyway, hoping against all hope that it doesn't... but it does... it always does.
I look around my room: always seeing a shadow on the light blue walls out the corner of my eye, thinking I see a shape crawling across my rose-patterned bed-sheets, a nose tapping at the double-glazed window opposite the bed, someone rustling behind the green curtains... but I know it is just my imagination, it's all in my head and yet I can't shake the images and go back to sleep.
One can't help but cry in this situation and so I breakdown as I have done every time this has happened. I smother my face with my hands so that my mother and daughters won't hear me and come through and worry. They know not of this dream, but only because it is "only a dream"...
Suddenly it is morning, the pure light of the sun has transformed every inch of my room, turning it from the hellish nightmare world of 2:32 to my oceanic sanctuary. I feel safe again, even though I am lying propped up against the headboard, my neck and back are aching. But, this is nothing, this has become a part of my daily routine.
I sit up and stretch out my limbs, kicking off the covers and setting my feet down on the fluffy pale green carpet. It feels so soft as my toes snuggle into it.. it is so soft, so warm, inviting... my eyes close and I fall to the floor, the thud of my body against the hard floorboards underneath the carpet fully waking me up.
There is a knock on the door.
I am startled as I hazily get to my feet. I am unsure of how to react and what to do as I do not remember anything of my life for a second and it all comes flooding back, overwhelming me and locking me in this moment... but it is only for a moment...
"Yes?" I respond to the knock groggily.
An aging voice of my mother calls through, "are you alright in there dear?"
"Yes mom," I speak to her through the door as I am afraid to face her.
I listen carefully as my mother wanders down the stairs, breathing out a heavy sigh of relief.
I feel the strong urge to leave, to take myself out of my life, out of everyone's life... I feel I should not exist. I look at the faded blue door - it is the only thing that keeps everything in, it keeps me locked away in my own world. But, even so, I scan back across the rest of my room, recalling the shadows that terrorised me during the night. I feel this place no longer is mine, my life is not my own any more.
The faces of my twin daughters suddenly pops into my head - Twila, who is older by about five minutes, and Skya, who is arguably more mature. I close my eyes and study their faces and remember their lives - going to the newly built Trainer's School by run by Lucas, having to drop out upon reaching the age of ten, not being able to start their journey due my mother's health problems... the past few years have been so hard on them, so difficult. They have showed so much strength and courage.
"No," I say to myself as I tightly grip the door handle.
I have to stay here, I have to stay strong... for my girls. I take in a huge gulp of air, hold it and slowly exhale and then repeat this deep breathing motion a few more times, clearing my head, pulling myself together.
"It was only a dream," I tell myself as I do every morning before heading downstairs.
Opening my bedroom door has never been, nor will it ever be, the hardest part of my day, nor will going down the cream-coloured hall and the stairs, turning left at the bottom and heading into my bright yellow kitchen slash dining-room. No, all of this, while each step hurts, it is easy. The hard part comes next...
I enter the kitchen slash dining-room and let the warm glow of the yellow walls and the heat of my mother cooking breakfast welcome me into my life again. I stare for a few moments at my daughters, sitting on either end of the dining table eating toast.
"Good morning," I say to the room.
"Good morning mom," Twila smiles, noticing me, and gets out of her seat to hug me.
I wrap my arms around her and stare blankly at the have-eaten toast sitting on the table... she abandoned it for me, she abandoned food, life... for me... am I really that important? I pull away from her and shake my head, running my fingers through my short prussian blue hair, which I inherited from my mother and passed on to my daughters.
"Are you alright?" Twila stares at me, her face filled with concern.
Skya and my mother also approach, their faces filled with an equal worry.
"Yes," I smile and laugh, looking round at all of them. "Yes, yes, I'm fine, no need to worry."
They all smirk, my mother and daughters, and say together, "that's when we worry the most!"
I embrace my daughters and kiss them both on their heads.
"You'd better eat up fast," mother points to the tea-cup-shaped clock hanging next to the back window, just behind the dining table, "or else you'll be late for work."
My daughters hurriedly finish their breakfast and their coffees and run off through the backdoor, situated behind where Twila was sitting. I feel the need to make a mental note of their appearance: Twila is dressed in a regular old jeans and shirt, with a skirt like cloth wrapped around her waist, while Skya is wearing a lovely dark dress-suit, her hair all neatly tied up on her head and her glasses glimmering in the light.
I kiss them both goodbye and watch as one runs off to the Trainer's School while the other walks.
"Something is bothering you," my mother speaks from behind me.
I spin around and gaze at her as she washes up some of the dishes. She is standing in plain clothes, hunched over the silver sink, the warm water flowing over her hands, washing everything away, like it never existed...
"No, it's..." I pause.
My mother turns around, giving me her full attention. Her face tells me that she doesn't buy it, I can see in her eyes that she knows I have lied, the way she purses her lips tells me that she wants to speak but dares not to for fear of upsetting me.
"It's nothing, I just need to make some calls," I stare blankly at the hallway at the bottom of the stairs. "Will you be alright by yourself for a little while?"
She comes closer, placing an aged hand on my shoulder, her tired eyes tell me her real feelings while her lips spew lies, "I'm fine, don't let me be a burden, go on."
I smile and nod and walk back through the kitchen, snapping up the last slice of toast on one of the counters. A trail of crumbs follow me as I wander on through the hall, past the front door and into my wine-coloured living room. Immediately to my left is a black leather sofa, sitting just under a window that looks out on the front lawn. The dark colours call to me, their lifeless essence seemingly pulling me in closer...
"Shake it off, shake it off," I tell myself and look towards the video-phone at the back end of the room.
I go towards, pick up the green receiver, dial a number and stare intently at the green-rimmed screen, willing it to switch on and display my friend's comforting face.
"Hello?" the soft voice of my fellow Co-ordinator is heard before her picture appears.
She has not changed in ten years, her brown hair remains parted at either side under a green bandanna, her shirt a contrasting rosy red.
"Hello May," tears fill my eyes.
"Dawn?" she asks. "Wow, it's been a while, how are you?"
"I'm fine," I smile at her warm face, her blue eyes filled with compassion as well as passion. "And you?" I return the gesture out of politeness.
"Yeah, I'm doing good," she laughs nervously. "My son just got back from Kanto so things are pretty busy around here."
"Is he still stuck between Contests, Gym Battles and general research?" I make a point of taking an interest in her life before unloading my problems.
"Well, he's struck out research, says he doesn't wanna be like his father..." she pauses.
"What?" I grow concerned. "What is it?"
"I think... I think he's leaning more to Gym Battles, probably my fault for telling him all those stories about Ash when he was growing up, you know?" my friend responds, her voice a little saddened at the thought of her son not following in her footsteps.
The image of Ash, our dear friend, crosses my mind, "have you heard anything?"
"No... not since..." she chokes up, she begins to sob. "God, I'm sorry..."
"It's alright..." I gaze upon her distraught face and decide not to burden her with my issues at this time. "I'm sorry to have upset you, I'd better go just now..."
"Okay..." May wipes her tears on her white-gloved hand. "Thanks for calling," she forces a smile, but her voice is still trembling.
"Bye," I say awkwardly, unsure of how to appropriately end the conversation.
"Bye," May repeats with my same tone.
The phone then clicks off as she hangs up. We become disconnected from each other. I hang up my receiver to reset it and then pick it back up, dial a new number and wait anxiously for the voice and the face of another friend.
"Hello? Hello?" the gruff, manly voice of Brock sounds through and his face soon appeared on my screen.
"Hello old friend," the smile on my face this time is not forced, I feel happy to see someone I was so close too.
His hair is longer than when I last saw him, coming down around his neck. His eyes and face remain so strong looking, so confident. I know this man and he knows me...
"Dawn," he says my name in that voice and my head is flooded with memories.
I cry as it all hits me - everything that has happened since I met this man, all the pain, all the problems, all of my life... and that day, the day he disappeared and left her all alone... the day all our lives ended and we became the people we are today.
"Hey, hey, hey," he says softly. "Come on, sweetie, tell me what's wrong."
"Brock," I choke out, "I don' t know what to do... I fear that something bad is going to happening, that something bad is happening!"
"Hey," he leans closer to the screen. "Do you want me to come over?"
"No," the feeling in my heart lightens. "Don't be ridiculous, you live so far away."
"Just say the word and I'll be there, I'll find a way..." his voice is shaken.
"No," I repeat, "I'm okay... just had myself a moment there is all... stress and stuff..."
I didn't want him to come, it would be too hard... I couldn't... not after all this time.
"I'm sorry to have bothered you," I bow my head and hang up.
Taking in deep breaths, in and out, in and out, I regroup and stand up. I turn around and find myself sitting on the black leathery couch. I hear a bang.
"What?" I sit up sharply.
"You okay mom?" the voice belongs to my daughter, Twila, but why is she home so early?
"Ah, good, you're home," my own mother speaks.
I cannot see them, everything is black and fuzzy.
"I found her about an hour ago," my mother was speaking to my eldest daughter.
"Tell me exactly what happened," Twila demands, her voice strong yet shaky.
"Well, shortly after you and your sister went off to work, your mother said she was going to make a few phone calls," my mother explains, I can tell she is looking at me by the volume of her voice. "I gave her some privacy, finished the dishes, did some of the back garden and, before I knew it, it was lunch-time and she was just sitting there, staring into space."
I feel my daughter kneel down in front of me, the creak of the floorboards, the scrunching sound of her jeans, her presence just before me.
"Mom?" she asks.
"Yes?" I turn to face the direction of her voice.
"What happened?" I can hear the worry in her voice.
"I don't..." I put a hand to my head, I can't tell which one though. "I don't remember."
"Okay," my daughter gets to her feet, her clothes rustling as she does. "Grandma, would you mind calling the doctor?"
"Right away," I hear my mother run through into the kitchen, her slippered feet pounding rather heavily on the laminate floor.
My daughter leans down before me again, wrapping her arms around me and whispering, "no need to worry mom."
I know something is deeply wrong now, nothing can hide that fact from me.
"That's when I worry the most..." I begin to cry and shake.
"Doctor's on his way," my mother speaks as she re-enters the room. "Should be here any minute."
My daughter pulls away and I am left not knowing if I am alone or not. I feel they would not leave me, but unless they make noise or something I cannot tell if they are here or not. There is a flash and I see the stars fall for a brief second and then I am back in the fuzzy appearance of my home.
"Good," Twila sighs, relieved that this may all be sorted soon.
My breathing grows heavier, each breath is harder to take than the last. I feel as though I am being ripped from this place - images of another world keep flashing across my eyes, replacing the blurry vision of the living-room to a twisted world of falling stars and purple mutated trees. My head is spinning.
"Good," Twila sighs, the exact same way as before.
I look around frantically even though I cannot see.
"What?" I gasped.
"It's alright, Dawn," a man's voice speaks, more-than-likely the doctor who was called. "Just relax," he says as he injects me with a needle.
The then piece of metal punctures my skin... it is painful, but I do not mind.
"No need to... to wor... ry..." I moan as I am plunged into darkness...
Under a tree, I find myself... I'm walking slowly through dense golden foliage... it is Autumn, but it is not for that reason that the trees are golden... it is the fires... the fires of war... it has taken everything... my friends... my family... myself..."You do not belong"... an angry masculine voice speaks... this beautiful world is falling apart before my very eyes and I am powerless to stop it... "you are the cause"... that deep masculine voice echoes in my head... it causes the earth to shudder, the earth begins to crumble beneath my feet and a new being is born... Arceus...
My body suddenly snaps into an upright position, I claw at my chest because something inside is not right, something inside me is wrong. I feel like I cannot breathe and my body is drenched with sweat, like I have a fever, but I know that is not the case for I have been here before.
"It was only a dream, it was only a dream," I tell myself, rocking back and forth.
However, I know it was so much more than "only a dream"... this nightmare has plagued not changed since the last time I experienced it. I know that if I turn around to face the blinking green numbers of the clock by my bed, I know that it will say 2:23 because it always does. Regardless, I turn around anyway, hoping against all hope that it doesn't... but it does... it always does...
I look around my room: always seeing a shadow on the light blue walls out the corner of my eye, thinking I see a shape crawling across my rose-patterned bed-sheets, a nose tapping at the double-glazed window opposite the bed, someone rustling behind the green curtains... but I know it is just my imagine, it's all in my head and yet I can't shake the images and go back to sleep.
Nothing has changed... I carry on within my own personal nightmare...
Not using weird ~'s or *'s or whatever with this one, just gonna end all chapters like that, tis very bold and clear that that is the end, you know?
Anyways, so, what did people think?
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A few words of warning first:
- -my keyboard is weird, sometimes the shift key doesn't work and stuff, so if you see any mistakes like that let me know please.
-I have emailed this chapter to a few close friends before deciding to post and they said it was pretty dark so be warned if you don't like that sorta thing.
That's all I can think to say beyond enjoy!
Chapter 001 ~ 2:23
Under a tree, I find myself... I'm walking slowly through dense golden foliage... it is Autumn, but it is not for that reason that the trees are golden... it is the fires... the fires of war... it has taken everything... my friends... my family... myself..."You do not belong"... an angry masculine voice speaks... this beautiful world is falling apart before my very eyes and I am powerless to stop it... "you are the cause"... that deep masculine voice echoes in my head... it causes the earth to shudder, the earth begins to crumble beneath my feet and a new being is born... Arceus...
I gasp for breath as I sit up sharply, clutching my chest, wanting to rip out the pain I feel inside. I feel weak and sick, like I have a fever although I know I suffer from no such affliction.
"It was only a dream, it was only a dream," I tell myself, rocking back and forth.
However, I know it was so much more than "only a dream"... this nightmare has plagued my existence every night for almost three weeks now. I know that if I turn around to face the blinking green numbers of the clock by my bed, I know that it will say 2:32 because it always does. Regardless, I turn around anyway, hoping against all hope that it doesn't... but it does... it always does.
I look around my room: always seeing a shadow on the light blue walls out the corner of my eye, thinking I see a shape crawling across my rose-patterned bed-sheets, a nose tapping at the double-glazed window opposite the bed, someone rustling behind the green curtains... but I know it is just my imagination, it's all in my head and yet I can't shake the images and go back to sleep.
One can't help but cry in this situation and so I breakdown as I have done every time this has happened. I smother my face with my hands so that my mother and daughters won't hear me and come through and worry. They know not of this dream, but only because it is "only a dream"...
Suddenly it is morning, the pure light of the sun has transformed every inch of my room, turning it from the hellish nightmare world of 2:32 to my oceanic sanctuary. I feel safe again, even though I am lying propped up against the headboard, my neck and back are aching. But, this is nothing, this has become a part of my daily routine.
I sit up and stretch out my limbs, kicking off the covers and setting my feet down on the fluffy pale green carpet. It feels so soft as my toes snuggle into it.. it is so soft, so warm, inviting... my eyes close and I fall to the floor, the thud of my body against the hard floorboards underneath the carpet fully waking me up.
There is a knock on the door.
I am startled as I hazily get to my feet. I am unsure of how to react and what to do as I do not remember anything of my life for a second and it all comes flooding back, overwhelming me and locking me in this moment... but it is only for a moment...
"Yes?" I respond to the knock groggily.
An aging voice of my mother calls through, "are you alright in there dear?"
"Yes mom," I speak to her through the door as I am afraid to face her.
I listen carefully as my mother wanders down the stairs, breathing out a heavy sigh of relief.
I feel the strong urge to leave, to take myself out of my life, out of everyone's life... I feel I should not exist. I look at the faded blue door - it is the only thing that keeps everything in, it keeps me locked away in my own world. But, even so, I scan back across the rest of my room, recalling the shadows that terrorised me during the night. I feel this place no longer is mine, my life is not my own any more.
The faces of my twin daughters suddenly pops into my head - Twila, who is older by about five minutes, and Skya, who is arguably more mature. I close my eyes and study their faces and remember their lives - going to the newly built Trainer's School by run by Lucas, having to drop out upon reaching the age of ten, not being able to start their journey due my mother's health problems... the past few years have been so hard on them, so difficult. They have showed so much strength and courage.
"No," I say to myself as I tightly grip the door handle.
I have to stay here, I have to stay strong... for my girls. I take in a huge gulp of air, hold it and slowly exhale and then repeat this deep breathing motion a few more times, clearing my head, pulling myself together.
"It was only a dream," I tell myself as I do every morning before heading downstairs.
Opening my bedroom door has never been, nor will it ever be, the hardest part of my day, nor will going down the cream-coloured hall and the stairs, turning left at the bottom and heading into my bright yellow kitchen slash dining-room. No, all of this, while each step hurts, it is easy. The hard part comes next...
I enter the kitchen slash dining-room and let the warm glow of the yellow walls and the heat of my mother cooking breakfast welcome me into my life again. I stare for a few moments at my daughters, sitting on either end of the dining table eating toast.
"Good morning," I say to the room.
"Good morning mom," Twila smiles, noticing me, and gets out of her seat to hug me.
I wrap my arms around her and stare blankly at the have-eaten toast sitting on the table... she abandoned it for me, she abandoned food, life... for me... am I really that important? I pull away from her and shake my head, running my fingers through my short prussian blue hair, which I inherited from my mother and passed on to my daughters.
"Are you alright?" Twila stares at me, her face filled with concern.
Skya and my mother also approach, their faces filled with an equal worry.
"Yes," I smile and laugh, looking round at all of them. "Yes, yes, I'm fine, no need to worry."
They all smirk, my mother and daughters, and say together, "that's when we worry the most!"
I embrace my daughters and kiss them both on their heads.
"You'd better eat up fast," mother points to the tea-cup-shaped clock hanging next to the back window, just behind the dining table, "or else you'll be late for work."
My daughters hurriedly finish their breakfast and their coffees and run off through the backdoor, situated behind where Twila was sitting. I feel the need to make a mental note of their appearance: Twila is dressed in a regular old jeans and shirt, with a skirt like cloth wrapped around her waist, while Skya is wearing a lovely dark dress-suit, her hair all neatly tied up on her head and her glasses glimmering in the light.
I kiss them both goodbye and watch as one runs off to the Trainer's School while the other walks.
"Something is bothering you," my mother speaks from behind me.
I spin around and gaze at her as she washes up some of the dishes. She is standing in plain clothes, hunched over the silver sink, the warm water flowing over her hands, washing everything away, like it never existed...
"No, it's..." I pause.
My mother turns around, giving me her full attention. Her face tells me that she doesn't buy it, I can see in her eyes that she knows I have lied, the way she purses her lips tells me that she wants to speak but dares not to for fear of upsetting me.
"It's nothing, I just need to make some calls," I stare blankly at the hallway at the bottom of the stairs. "Will you be alright by yourself for a little while?"
She comes closer, placing an aged hand on my shoulder, her tired eyes tell me her real feelings while her lips spew lies, "I'm fine, don't let me be a burden, go on."
I smile and nod and walk back through the kitchen, snapping up the last slice of toast on one of the counters. A trail of crumbs follow me as I wander on through the hall, past the front door and into my wine-coloured living room. Immediately to my left is a black leather sofa, sitting just under a window that looks out on the front lawn. The dark colours call to me, their lifeless essence seemingly pulling me in closer...
"Shake it off, shake it off," I tell myself and look towards the video-phone at the back end of the room.
I go towards, pick up the green receiver, dial a number and stare intently at the green-rimmed screen, willing it to switch on and display my friend's comforting face.
"Hello?" the soft voice of my fellow Co-ordinator is heard before her picture appears.
She has not changed in ten years, her brown hair remains parted at either side under a green bandanna, her shirt a contrasting rosy red.
"Hello May," tears fill my eyes.
"Dawn?" she asks. "Wow, it's been a while, how are you?"
"I'm fine," I smile at her warm face, her blue eyes filled with compassion as well as passion. "And you?" I return the gesture out of politeness.
"Yeah, I'm doing good," she laughs nervously. "My son just got back from Kanto so things are pretty busy around here."
"Is he still stuck between Contests, Gym Battles and general research?" I make a point of taking an interest in her life before unloading my problems.
"Well, he's struck out research, says he doesn't wanna be like his father..." she pauses.
"What?" I grow concerned. "What is it?"
"I think... I think he's leaning more to Gym Battles, probably my fault for telling him all those stories about Ash when he was growing up, you know?" my friend responds, her voice a little saddened at the thought of her son not following in her footsteps.
The image of Ash, our dear friend, crosses my mind, "have you heard anything?"
"No... not since..." she chokes up, she begins to sob. "God, I'm sorry..."
"It's alright..." I gaze upon her distraught face and decide not to burden her with my issues at this time. "I'm sorry to have upset you, I'd better go just now..."
"Okay..." May wipes her tears on her white-gloved hand. "Thanks for calling," she forces a smile, but her voice is still trembling.
"Bye," I say awkwardly, unsure of how to appropriately end the conversation.
"Bye," May repeats with my same tone.
The phone then clicks off as she hangs up. We become disconnected from each other. I hang up my receiver to reset it and then pick it back up, dial a new number and wait anxiously for the voice and the face of another friend.
"Hello? Hello?" the gruff, manly voice of Brock sounds through and his face soon appeared on my screen.
"Hello old friend," the smile on my face this time is not forced, I feel happy to see someone I was so close too.
His hair is longer than when I last saw him, coming down around his neck. His eyes and face remain so strong looking, so confident. I know this man and he knows me...
"Dawn," he says my name in that voice and my head is flooded with memories.
I cry as it all hits me - everything that has happened since I met this man, all the pain, all the problems, all of my life... and that day, the day he disappeared and left her all alone... the day all our lives ended and we became the people we are today.
"Hey, hey, hey," he says softly. "Come on, sweetie, tell me what's wrong."
"Brock," I choke out, "I don' t know what to do... I fear that something bad is going to happening, that something bad is happening!"
"Hey," he leans closer to the screen. "Do you want me to come over?"
"No," the feeling in my heart lightens. "Don't be ridiculous, you live so far away."
"Just say the word and I'll be there, I'll find a way..." his voice is shaken.
"No," I repeat, "I'm okay... just had myself a moment there is all... stress and stuff..."
I didn't want him to come, it would be too hard... I couldn't... not after all this time.
"I'm sorry to have bothered you," I bow my head and hang up.
Taking in deep breaths, in and out, in and out, I regroup and stand up. I turn around and find myself sitting on the black leathery couch. I hear a bang.
"What?" I sit up sharply.
"You okay mom?" the voice belongs to my daughter, Twila, but why is she home so early?
"Ah, good, you're home," my own mother speaks.
I cannot see them, everything is black and fuzzy.
"I found her about an hour ago," my mother was speaking to my eldest daughter.
"Tell me exactly what happened," Twila demands, her voice strong yet shaky.
"Well, shortly after you and your sister went off to work, your mother said she was going to make a few phone calls," my mother explains, I can tell she is looking at me by the volume of her voice. "I gave her some privacy, finished the dishes, did some of the back garden and, before I knew it, it was lunch-time and she was just sitting there, staring into space."
I feel my daughter kneel down in front of me, the creak of the floorboards, the scrunching sound of her jeans, her presence just before me.
"Mom?" she asks.
"Yes?" I turn to face the direction of her voice.
"What happened?" I can hear the worry in her voice.
"I don't..." I put a hand to my head, I can't tell which one though. "I don't remember."
"Okay," my daughter gets to her feet, her clothes rustling as she does. "Grandma, would you mind calling the doctor?"
"Right away," I hear my mother run through into the kitchen, her slippered feet pounding rather heavily on the laminate floor.
My daughter leans down before me again, wrapping her arms around me and whispering, "no need to worry mom."
I know something is deeply wrong now, nothing can hide that fact from me.
"That's when I worry the most..." I begin to cry and shake.
"Doctor's on his way," my mother speaks as she re-enters the room. "Should be here any minute."
My daughter pulls away and I am left not knowing if I am alone or not. I feel they would not leave me, but unless they make noise or something I cannot tell if they are here or not. There is a flash and I see the stars fall for a brief second and then I am back in the fuzzy appearance of my home.
"Good," Twila sighs, relieved that this may all be sorted soon.
My breathing grows heavier, each breath is harder to take than the last. I feel as though I am being ripped from this place - images of another world keep flashing across my eyes, replacing the blurry vision of the living-room to a twisted world of falling stars and purple mutated trees. My head is spinning.
"Good," Twila sighs, the exact same way as before.
I look around frantically even though I cannot see.
"What?" I gasped.
"It's alright, Dawn," a man's voice speaks, more-than-likely the doctor who was called. "Just relax," he says as he injects me with a needle.
The then piece of metal punctures my skin... it is painful, but I do not mind.
"No need to... to wor... ry..." I moan as I am plunged into darkness...
Under a tree, I find myself... I'm walking slowly through dense golden foliage... it is Autumn, but it is not for that reason that the trees are golden... it is the fires... the fires of war... it has taken everything... my friends... my family... myself..."You do not belong"... an angry masculine voice speaks... this beautiful world is falling apart before my very eyes and I am powerless to stop it... "you are the cause"... that deep masculine voice echoes in my head... it causes the earth to shudder, the earth begins to crumble beneath my feet and a new being is born... Arceus...
My body suddenly snaps into an upright position, I claw at my chest because something inside is not right, something inside me is wrong. I feel like I cannot breathe and my body is drenched with sweat, like I have a fever, but I know that is not the case for I have been here before.
"It was only a dream, it was only a dream," I tell myself, rocking back and forth.
However, I know it was so much more than "only a dream"... this nightmare has plagued not changed since the last time I experienced it. I know that if I turn around to face the blinking green numbers of the clock by my bed, I know that it will say 2:23 because it always does. Regardless, I turn around anyway, hoping against all hope that it doesn't... but it does... it always does...
I look around my room: always seeing a shadow on the light blue walls out the corner of my eye, thinking I see a shape crawling across my rose-patterned bed-sheets, a nose tapping at the double-glazed window opposite the bed, someone rustling behind the green curtains... but I know it is just my imagine, it's all in my head and yet I can't shake the images and go back to sleep.
Nothing has changed... I carry on within my own personal nightmare...
END OF CHAPTER ONE
Not using weird ~'s or *'s or whatever with this one, just gonna end all chapters like that, tis very bold and clear that that is the end, you know?
Anyways, so, what did people think?
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