Summer was ending, and, like every year, we were depressed. Even though we had days left, we made the most of every minute. Since birth, the group of us were inseparable, and the perfect team. We spent our days outside, running and playing sports and boating and fishing, never taking a second to get a breath in. Our nights were filled with capture the flag and hide-and-seek and most anything else we could play in the dark. Every second was filled with something fun. It wasn't until one of our last days when we actually stopped to take a breath. The six of us lay in the scratchy grass, our clothes and skin dirty as ever. A muddy soccer ball sat near my bruised bare feet. We gazed up at the slowly passing clouds above and smiled as lightning bugs began to rise into the air. Finally, one of us stated, "we only have three days left".
Man, did that kill the mood. I heard the boy grunt as his brother elbowed him in the ribs. "Gee, thanks for the reminder."
"Sorry."
We sat in silence again, depressed. Then I jumped up and said, "As soon as it's dark out, we're playing ultimate capture the flag. The whole cul-de-sac is free for hiding."
Someone sat up and said, "That's impossible. How will we find the other teams flag?"
"That's why it's called 'Ultimate', dummy," one of the girls said.
"Okay," I said, and planned out the teams, which the same boy as before claimed to be 'impossible'.
Then I smiled at the team. My team. That has a nice ring to it.
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
Just a step
I'm so close. So very close to freedom. It's literally a step away. Just one. Little. Step.
Someone grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls me back. I spin and raise my fists for a fight, then lower them when I meet eyes with a short girl with cropped blonde hair and anger shining in pale green iris'.
"Bridie?" I stutter.
She gives me a hard smack across my cheek, making my head snap back. I turn back to her with surprise and slight anger, but she talks before I can.
"What's wrong with you?! Were you really about to do that?"
I purse my lips and reply with, "if this is the only way, then it's the way I'm going. Stay and rot here, if you want, but I'm getting out."
"By jumping?"
I look down at where I stand, inches away from the edge of the tower we're in. Thick clouds flow around us in the dark night sky, obscuring anything below their fluffy opaque bodies.
Bridie speaks again. "Please don't, Dannie. You know that this isn't the only answer. Just-", she takes my hand and squeezes it,"-come back."
I think about everything that's happened to me in this place, and I'm tired of it all. I'm sick of the testing and the probing and the injections. I'm done with it all. I've heard stories about this tower, about the other kids who've jumped. I'll be added to those stories, and maybe I'll be able to tell them myself. I look back at Bridie, who's crying softly, and say, "I'm not gonna be like everyone else. I'm gonna get out, and I'm gonna survive. I swear to God, I won't die here."
Bridie looks past me at the hovering clouds. "You really think you can make it there? The stories the kids tell...about the passage to the other land..."
"It's there," I say, "and I can make it."
She swallows hard and nods, stepping up beside me. "Then I'm coming too."
I smile and nod, squeezing her hand reassuringly. And together we step into the sky.
Someone grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls me back. I spin and raise my fists for a fight, then lower them when I meet eyes with a short girl with cropped blonde hair and anger shining in pale green iris'.
"Bridie?" I stutter.
She gives me a hard smack across my cheek, making my head snap back. I turn back to her with surprise and slight anger, but she talks before I can.
"What's wrong with you?! Were you really about to do that?"
I purse my lips and reply with, "if this is the only way, then it's the way I'm going. Stay and rot here, if you want, but I'm getting out."
"By jumping?"
I look down at where I stand, inches away from the edge of the tower we're in. Thick clouds flow around us in the dark night sky, obscuring anything below their fluffy opaque bodies.
Bridie speaks again. "Please don't, Dannie. You know that this isn't the only answer. Just-", she takes my hand and squeezes it,"-come back."
I think about everything that's happened to me in this place, and I'm tired of it all. I'm sick of the testing and the probing and the injections. I'm done with it all. I've heard stories about this tower, about the other kids who've jumped. I'll be added to those stories, and maybe I'll be able to tell them myself. I look back at Bridie, who's crying softly, and say, "I'm not gonna be like everyone else. I'm gonna get out, and I'm gonna survive. I swear to God, I won't die here."
Bridie looks past me at the hovering clouds. "You really think you can make it there? The stories the kids tell...about the passage to the other land..."
"It's there," I say, "and I can make it."
She swallows hard and nods, stepping up beside me. "Then I'm coming too."
I smile and nod, squeezing her hand reassuringly. And together we step into the sky.
Coming Home
I glance at the face of my wristwatch, then back at the white wall. I shut my eyes and think hard of the place I want most to be. I open my eyes to a grassy backyard at mid-day. I turn in circles, taking everything in. Hundreds of flowers grow in blues and pinks and yellows and violets. The aroma is almost too sweet, but soothing. I steady myself as pebbles shift under my feet. Birds sing softly in the trees. The sun isn't too bright, but seems to leave a glow around everything it touches. It reflects in the small pond in the corner of the yard and bounces off the shingles of the little yellow shed. I start walking down the pebble path, breathing in deep, remembering everything. I hear a soft crunch of leaves and turn to see a sleek white and orange tabby cat peering at me from behind an abandoned wheelbarrow. I smile and bend down, hand outstretched.
"Hey, Chester. Miss me?"
The cat hisses and retreats into the growing shadows.
I hear a small laugh behind me. "Please tell me you didn't come all this way to say goodbye to that stubborn old cat."
I spin around and come face to face with a girl. Her curly brunette hair bounces as she laughs again, her chocolate brown eyes sad. She wears a thin pale-blue dress that hangs to her ankles, and she's barefoot, yet seems unaffected by the hard stones under our feet. As I reach out to touch her, she nods and says, "Yes, I'm real, Cole." She takes my hand and guides it to her cheek, then turns to examine the garden. "This is really where you wanted to see me?"
I smile. "It's the only thing I could think of."
She laughs gently. "Lots of memories in this place."
I pull her into a hug, desperate for her warmth. She nestles her face into my neck and asks, "How long?"
I swallow hard and glance at my watch. "Two minutes."
She nods against me and holds me tighter. I feel hot tears on my skin.
I move one hand to her neck and I hold her closer. "But it's okay."
I take a deep breath and we stand there for a good while. Then I say,"It's okay. I'm coming home to you."
"Hey, Chester. Miss me?"
The cat hisses and retreats into the growing shadows.
I hear a small laugh behind me. "Please tell me you didn't come all this way to say goodbye to that stubborn old cat."
I spin around and come face to face with a girl. Her curly brunette hair bounces as she laughs again, her chocolate brown eyes sad. She wears a thin pale-blue dress that hangs to her ankles, and she's barefoot, yet seems unaffected by the hard stones under our feet. As I reach out to touch her, she nods and says, "Yes, I'm real, Cole." She takes my hand and guides it to her cheek, then turns to examine the garden. "This is really where you wanted to see me?"
I smile. "It's the only thing I could think of."
She laughs gently. "Lots of memories in this place."
I pull her into a hug, desperate for her warmth. She nestles her face into my neck and asks, "How long?"
I swallow hard and glance at my watch. "Two minutes."
She nods against me and holds me tighter. I feel hot tears on my skin.
I move one hand to her neck and I hold her closer. "But it's okay."
I take a deep breath and we stand there for a good while. Then I say,"It's okay. I'm coming home to you."
Before Alys- 1
Many things have happened to me in the past few years. If you've read or heard about my other adventures, you probably know me as Alys. However, I didn't choose to be Alys. I had nothing to do with that route which I was forced to take. I want to tell you about what happened before Alys and that stupid wonderland. Before I became Alys. And before I became Alys, I was Carsy, or, more formerly, Carson Nancy Foster.
And this is how my story began.
When I was six years old, my mom died from cancer. Was I sad? Yeah, but I forced myself to deal with it. My dad was a whole different story. I love him. Really, I do. But he was absolutely no help at all. When I turned eight, he started drinking. It was pretty bad. The worst part is, we lived in a totally different house. Dad was only working part-time, so we didn't have a lot of money. I walked to school by myself, which is scary in a dangerous city. My school was terrible, full of delinquents and troublemakers. I didn't have any friends at all. Things went on like this until I turned eleven. I was walking to school through a alley which served as my secret shortcut when something hard and fast hit me in the side of the head. I fell back against the brick wall and couldn't see. I could only hear voices, two teenage boys, it sounded like. They sounded angry, not at me, at each other. Then I heard them leaving when,"
"Hey, what're you doing here? This is- holy crap, what the heck happened?"
The two boys from before ran off with a couple more on their tail. A voice said, "Tilly, check on her, would you?"
Someone took my shoulders and gently lifted me up off the ground. I looked into soft brown eyes who looked at me with something I'd never seen before: Worry.
"She's okay, Riley, just a little banged up," A girl said, now relieved.
The other voice called back, a boy's voice. "Still, those guys were hanging on our turf. Miles, Turk, go on after them.
"Sure, boss."
"We'll take her with us, Tilly," the "boss" said, "Here, I'll carry her."
Then he picked me up gently and started walking.
And that's where my new life began.
And this is how my story began.
When I was six years old, my mom died from cancer. Was I sad? Yeah, but I forced myself to deal with it. My dad was a whole different story. I love him. Really, I do. But he was absolutely no help at all. When I turned eight, he started drinking. It was pretty bad. The worst part is, we lived in a totally different house. Dad was only working part-time, so we didn't have a lot of money. I walked to school by myself, which is scary in a dangerous city. My school was terrible, full of delinquents and troublemakers. I didn't have any friends at all. Things went on like this until I turned eleven. I was walking to school through a alley which served as my secret shortcut when something hard and fast hit me in the side of the head. I fell back against the brick wall and couldn't see. I could only hear voices, two teenage boys, it sounded like. They sounded angry, not at me, at each other. Then I heard them leaving when,"
"Hey, what're you doing here? This is- holy crap, what the heck happened?"
The two boys from before ran off with a couple more on their tail. A voice said, "Tilly, check on her, would you?"
Someone took my shoulders and gently lifted me up off the ground. I looked into soft brown eyes who looked at me with something I'd never seen before: Worry.
"She's okay, Riley, just a little banged up," A girl said, now relieved.
The other voice called back, a boy's voice. "Still, those guys were hanging on our turf. Miles, Turk, go on after them.
"Sure, boss."
"We'll take her with us, Tilly," the "boss" said, "Here, I'll carry her."
Then he picked me up gently and started walking.
And that's where my new life began.
Blue Eyes- Finale
"Blue eyes just smile to the world, full of dreams and with fascination."
I'm dreaming again. I realize this a little late, but it's the same dream as before. I'm flying once again, the same wind screaming in my ears and rushing around me. I wait. Wait for my body to hit the ground and to wake up again on that cold floor without Avi there to comfort me. I breathe in. Breathe out. I let my arms leave my sides and spread them wide, welcoming death. I shut my eyes and just wait.
"Sam!"
This time I know the voice. Someone grasps my hand tight and pulls me up. I open my eyes and see Avi there. She grins at me and takes my other hand.
The wind around the two of us slows and thickens to Avi's will. The air rushing around me now sways gently, tussling my hair.
"So, this is your power?" I laugh. Avi doesn't answer, really, just leans back into the wind, letting it swirl around her. She giggles.
Then she looks at me, mildly serious. "Promise me something."
I hesitate, then nod. "Anything."
"Promise you'll stay with me. Forever. Promise that you'll never leave me."
I nod again, smiling. "I promise."
She smiles at me, and I notice for the first time that her eyes aren't grey. They're blue. A bright, shiny blue. She pulls me into a tight hug, which I return gratefully, and together we slowly descend into our new lives.
I'm dreaming again. I realize this a little late, but it's the same dream as before. I'm flying once again, the same wind screaming in my ears and rushing around me. I wait. Wait for my body to hit the ground and to wake up again on that cold floor without Avi there to comfort me. I breathe in. Breathe out. I let my arms leave my sides and spread them wide, welcoming death. I shut my eyes and just wait.
"Sam!"
This time I know the voice. Someone grasps my hand tight and pulls me up. I open my eyes and see Avi there. She grins at me and takes my other hand.
The wind around the two of us slows and thickens to Avi's will. The air rushing around me now sways gently, tussling my hair.
"So, this is your power?" I laugh. Avi doesn't answer, really, just leans back into the wind, letting it swirl around her. She giggles.
Then she looks at me, mildly serious. "Promise me something."
I hesitate, then nod. "Anything."
"Promise you'll stay with me. Forever. Promise that you'll never leave me."
I nod again, smiling. "I promise."
She smiles at me, and I notice for the first time that her eyes aren't grey. They're blue. A bright, shiny blue. She pulls me into a tight hug, which I return gratefully, and together we slowly descend into our new lives.
Saturday, October 6, 2012
Blue Eyes-part three
"I cannot break it...I can take it no more."
Rough hands shake me awake and drag me from the cell. I turn to look at Avi before remembering she's been gone for hours. The guards had come to get her earlier for more torture. I'm surprised that I hadn't dreamed while I slept. But all thoughts leave my head as the guards drop me onto the hard wood floor. Across the room I see Avi,, arms shackled to the wall, body limp, dried blood sticking to her hair and skin. She looks up at me before closing her eyes and breathing a small sigh. For a scary moment, I think it's her last, and I shout her name. Someone kicks me in the ribs, and I roll onto my side, too exhausted to retaliate.
"Let her sleep, Sam," the man looming over me muses, "Ms. Crown has been through a lot."
I look up through squinted eyes at the man, or really, boy. He's around my age, eighteen, but he has authority over me.
He's Cadan, one of the highest nobles. And a royal snot, at that.
"Now, will you please tell me what I need to know?"
"I've held out this long," I think, "just a bit longer."
I don't answer, gaining another kick. This time I cough blood. I hear footsteps crossing to the other side of the room.
"Have you and Ms. Crown grown close over these past weeks, Mr. Fallon?"
I try to open my eyes, but only see red when I do. "We've only just met. We're strangers to one another."
"That's too bad."
I hear the chime of a knife sliding out of its sheath and my eyes snap open to see Cadan with his dagger at Avi's throat. A dot of blood trickles down her pale neck.
"Wai-."
A gust of wind throws itself against the large window overlooking the city far below, so hard that I hear the glass emit a small cracking noise. Thankfully, it draws Cadan's attention as well.
The crack grows and branches in different directions, and rain sprinkles over the glass.
"What is this?" Cadan questions at no one at first, then at me. I keep my eyes in Avi.
"I think she's dreaming."
Avi's eyes snap open, and she looks right at me as the window shatters. Wind fills the room, acting as a tornado as it begins to suck up everything in its path. I shut my eyes and cling to a bar sticking out of the wall. When I open my eyes again, Cadan is gone. Avi is still shackled to the wall, unconscious body levitating towards the vortex as it continues its spin cycle.
"Avi!" I shout, making my way towards her. I find my strength and my power, using my telekinesis to undo her bonds. I realize my mistake when my feet leave the ground and the two of us go flying into the vortex.
Rough hands shake me awake and drag me from the cell. I turn to look at Avi before remembering she's been gone for hours. The guards had come to get her earlier for more torture. I'm surprised that I hadn't dreamed while I slept. But all thoughts leave my head as the guards drop me onto the hard wood floor. Across the room I see Avi,, arms shackled to the wall, body limp, dried blood sticking to her hair and skin. She looks up at me before closing her eyes and breathing a small sigh. For a scary moment, I think it's her last, and I shout her name. Someone kicks me in the ribs, and I roll onto my side, too exhausted to retaliate.
"Let her sleep, Sam," the man looming over me muses, "Ms. Crown has been through a lot."
I look up through squinted eyes at the man, or really, boy. He's around my age, eighteen, but he has authority over me.
He's Cadan, one of the highest nobles. And a royal snot, at that.
"Now, will you please tell me what I need to know?"
"I've held out this long," I think, "just a bit longer."
I don't answer, gaining another kick. This time I cough blood. I hear footsteps crossing to the other side of the room.
"Have you and Ms. Crown grown close over these past weeks, Mr. Fallon?"
I try to open my eyes, but only see red when I do. "We've only just met. We're strangers to one another."
"That's too bad."
I hear the chime of a knife sliding out of its sheath and my eyes snap open to see Cadan with his dagger at Avi's throat. A dot of blood trickles down her pale neck.
"Wai-."
A gust of wind throws itself against the large window overlooking the city far below, so hard that I hear the glass emit a small cracking noise. Thankfully, it draws Cadan's attention as well.
The crack grows and branches in different directions, and rain sprinkles over the glass.
"What is this?" Cadan questions at no one at first, then at me. I keep my eyes in Avi.
"I think she's dreaming."
Avi's eyes snap open, and she looks right at me as the window shatters. Wind fills the room, acting as a tornado as it begins to suck up everything in its path. I shut my eyes and cling to a bar sticking out of the wall. When I open my eyes again, Cadan is gone. Avi is still shackled to the wall, unconscious body levitating towards the vortex as it continues its spin cycle.
"Avi!" I shout, making my way towards her. I find my strength and my power, using my telekinesis to undo her bonds. I realize my mistake when my feet leave the ground and the two of us go flying into the vortex.
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Alys in Wonderland: Chapter Four: Awake
Sorry it's so short. Starting to switch points of view here. Now we get to see a side of Alys. :)
I open my eyes and immediately close them again as the bright light blinds me. Did Dad leave the overhead light on again? Geez, he never let's me sleep in. I roll over and groan, the grass tickling my eyelashes and nose.
Wait. Grass?
My eyes snap open and I sit up too fast, making my head spin.I lie back again. My body feels fuzzy and I hurt all over. I sit up slower this time, blinking to adjust my eyes to the bright light. I put my hand to my forehead to stop the pounding in my skull. I look around the grassy clearing I lie in. Bushes surround me from every angle, bright lavender and pink flowers cluttering the branches. I pull my legs under me and sit on my knees, noticing that I’m dressed in a light blue blazer and pleated skirt, a crisp white collared shirt under the blazer, and a matching blue ribbon tying my hair to the side. White knee-high converse fit perfectly on my feet. A bee buzzes by my ear and I swat it away. Where am I? I stand up and almost jump as I feel something against my foot. I turn and see a boy lying on the ground across from where I was a few seconds ago. One arm is draped over his stomach, the other reaching out to his side, palm up. His eyes are closed, his face calm. He wears a black polo shirt with a dark blue jacket and grey jeans, with black combat boots. His brown hair falls over his eyes as he sleeps. I gaze at him, wondering if I should leave him or wake him up. But before I can decide, his eyes open sleepily and he sits up slowly. I back up a little until he sees me, his eyes wide with wonder and shock.
"It's you.”
Wait. Grass?
My eyes snap open and I sit up too fast, making my head spin.I lie back again. My body feels fuzzy and I hurt all over. I sit up slower this time, blinking to adjust my eyes to the bright light. I put my hand to my forehead to stop the pounding in my skull. I look around the grassy clearing I lie in. Bushes surround me from every angle, bright lavender and pink flowers cluttering the branches. I pull my legs under me and sit on my knees, noticing that I’m dressed in a light blue blazer and pleated skirt, a crisp white collared shirt under the blazer, and a matching blue ribbon tying my hair to the side. White knee-high converse fit perfectly on my feet. A bee buzzes by my ear and I swat it away. Where am I? I stand up and almost jump as I feel something against my foot. I turn and see a boy lying on the ground across from where I was a few seconds ago. One arm is draped over his stomach, the other reaching out to his side, palm up. His eyes are closed, his face calm. He wears a black polo shirt with a dark blue jacket and grey jeans, with black combat boots. His brown hair falls over his eyes as he sleeps. I gaze at him, wondering if I should leave him or wake him up. But before I can decide, his eyes open sleepily and he sits up slowly. I back up a little until he sees me, his eyes wide with wonder and shock.
"It's you.”
Alys in Wonderland: Chapter Three: Volunteer
I walk at a near-running pace through the hallways, using my perfected ability to squeeze past anyone who got in my way. My dad jogs behind me, trying to stop me.
"Dillon, please think about this."
"I did, Dad, for two days, and I've made my decision."
"But it isn't the right decision."
I roll my eyes."That's your opinion, not mine."
He grasps my arm, pulling me back through the flow of nurses who are rushing to get to their destinations. My dad's eyes are filled win concern and worry."Please rethink this, son. You know what happens to people who do this. You've seen it. I don't want that to happen to you."
I gently tug my arm from his reach, my face hard with determination."This is my choice. I'm gonna help this girl. You don't have any right to stop me."
He looks away, and just before I’m about to turn around and leave, I feel his hand on my shoulder, his grip not quite hard enough to restrain me.
"I trust your decision, son," he says, nodding,"but please, whatever you do, beware of Davin. He isn't what you'd expect of a normal human being."
I shudder at his words and, hoping he hadn't felt it, turn and continue down the hall until I come to the door marked,"Experimentation Room 7." I knock and, when no one answers, open the door and stride in. The room is large and almost completely empty except for one stretcher in the middle of the room. A strange blue glow bounces off the six white walls, creating an eerie light that fills the room, and the faintest smell of rosemary that tickles my nose.
"Ah, Dillon," I hear to my left, and turn to see Davin step out of a room. He smiles and pulls the purple curtain closed. "I was wondering when you would show up again. Come, come and see."
He steps toward the stretcher, and I follow, glancing around the room and seeing purple curtains on each wall, all over the place, but I don't have time to count. Davin reaches the stretcher before me and is gazing down onto it lovingly, like a father. I join him and look down to see the girl on it, dressed in a light blue schoolgirl uniform, her hair tied in one side ponytail, a thin blue streak running through one side of her pale blonde. The emblem on her blazer is a black falcon, the sign of my father’s industry.
"Isn't she just adorable!?"Davin says happily. I’m beginning to rethink my decision, because his reaction is...strange, but I shake those thoughts from my mind.
"Um...Doctor Davin?"I say,"I've made up my mind. I want to help you...help her."
He look at me, his gold eye glittering with excitement."Do you?" he turns from me, looking over at each of the purple curtains."and what does Daddy think about this?"
I shake my head."I don't care about my father’s judgement."
That isn't all true, but I want Davin to think I’m fully with him.
"I'm glad to hear you say that,"he says, almost laughing. He turns to me and takes my arm, eyes wild with joy, smile so big I’m afraid it might break his face.
"Well, let's do it then!!"He almost shouts.
Before I can argue, he’s pulled me into one of the curtained rooms.
"Uh," I sputter," uh, now? Do I have time to get ready?"
"What's there to get ready for?"he ask. He has a point.
The room has glass walls and a single bed in it, a strange headset connected to a table by the bed.
"Now, you just get comfy,"Davin says, examining the headset,"I'll be right with you."
I climb onto the bed, trying to calm the shaking in my knees. A nurse comes in and looks at me worriedly before giving me a shot in the arm, and I know that there’s no backing out now. I look through one of the glass walls as Davin slips out of the room with the nurse. I already feel whatever the nurse gave me overtaking my body.
Through the walls I can see beds like mine with other people on them, each one with their eyes shut tightly. I’m going wherever they were going. Some magical mind world. Davin slips back into the room and tells me to relax as he sets the headpiece over my ears. "Don't panic. It'll be over in a few minutes."He stops before the headset slipped over my eyes and winks at me, his voice muffled as he says, "See you inside."
Then everything is dark. I feel the sedation taking over my mind and making my vision blurry, but I can just make out a TV screen with opening credits rolling. Then a black and white picture comes onto the screen as a man says,"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen for the first ever live showing of," I read the words on the screen.
"Alys in Wonderland."
"Dillon, please think about this."
"I did, Dad, for two days, and I've made my decision."
"But it isn't the right decision."
I roll my eyes."That's your opinion, not mine."
He grasps my arm, pulling me back through the flow of nurses who are rushing to get to their destinations. My dad's eyes are filled win concern and worry."Please rethink this, son. You know what happens to people who do this. You've seen it. I don't want that to happen to you."
I gently tug my arm from his reach, my face hard with determination."This is my choice. I'm gonna help this girl. You don't have any right to stop me."
He looks away, and just before I’m about to turn around and leave, I feel his hand on my shoulder, his grip not quite hard enough to restrain me.
"I trust your decision, son," he says, nodding,"but please, whatever you do, beware of Davin. He isn't what you'd expect of a normal human being."
I shudder at his words and, hoping he hadn't felt it, turn and continue down the hall until I come to the door marked,"Experimentation Room 7." I knock and, when no one answers, open the door and stride in. The room is large and almost completely empty except for one stretcher in the middle of the room. A strange blue glow bounces off the six white walls, creating an eerie light that fills the room, and the faintest smell of rosemary that tickles my nose.
"Ah, Dillon," I hear to my left, and turn to see Davin step out of a room. He smiles and pulls the purple curtain closed. "I was wondering when you would show up again. Come, come and see."
He steps toward the stretcher, and I follow, glancing around the room and seeing purple curtains on each wall, all over the place, but I don't have time to count. Davin reaches the stretcher before me and is gazing down onto it lovingly, like a father. I join him and look down to see the girl on it, dressed in a light blue schoolgirl uniform, her hair tied in one side ponytail, a thin blue streak running through one side of her pale blonde. The emblem on her blazer is a black falcon, the sign of my father’s industry.
"Isn't she just adorable!?"Davin says happily. I’m beginning to rethink my decision, because his reaction is...strange, but I shake those thoughts from my mind.
"Um...Doctor Davin?"I say,"I've made up my mind. I want to help you...help her."
He look at me, his gold eye glittering with excitement."Do you?" he turns from me, looking over at each of the purple curtains."and what does Daddy think about this?"
I shake my head."I don't care about my father’s judgement."
That isn't all true, but I want Davin to think I’m fully with him.
"I'm glad to hear you say that,"he says, almost laughing. He turns to me and takes my arm, eyes wild with joy, smile so big I’m afraid it might break his face.
"Well, let's do it then!!"He almost shouts.
Before I can argue, he’s pulled me into one of the curtained rooms.
"Uh," I sputter," uh, now? Do I have time to get ready?"
"What's there to get ready for?"he ask. He has a point.
The room has glass walls and a single bed in it, a strange headset connected to a table by the bed.
"Now, you just get comfy,"Davin says, examining the headset,"I'll be right with you."
I climb onto the bed, trying to calm the shaking in my knees. A nurse comes in and looks at me worriedly before giving me a shot in the arm, and I know that there’s no backing out now. I look through one of the glass walls as Davin slips out of the room with the nurse. I already feel whatever the nurse gave me overtaking my body.
Through the walls I can see beds like mine with other people on them, each one with their eyes shut tightly. I’m going wherever they were going. Some magical mind world. Davin slips back into the room and tells me to relax as he sets the headpiece over my ears. "Don't panic. It'll be over in a few minutes."He stops before the headset slipped over my eyes and winks at me, his voice muffled as he says, "See you inside."
Then everything is dark. I feel the sedation taking over my mind and making my vision blurry, but I can just make out a TV screen with opening credits rolling. Then a black and white picture comes onto the screen as a man says,"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen for the first ever live showing of," I read the words on the screen.
"Alys in Wonderland."
Alys in Wonderland: Chapter Two: Daydreams
I stare at the window from my seat in the back of the classroom. I try to pay attention to the lesson, but my head is somewhere else, somewhere where school doesn't matter.
Only Wonderland.
I think back to Davin as he strolled down one of the halls, his pace amazingly quick for a man who, I learned from my dad, had been locked up for over eleven years. He had donned a clean white lab suit and had this air about him like he was the most important person in the world, even above my father. He barked orders at nurses and doctors, shoving past everyone who got in his way, smiling wildly the whole time.
"Doctor Davin!" I called after him.
He didn't even turn around."Not now, kid, I've got to get started on this." He nearly skipped with glee."It's just so exciting!"
"You said you've done this before?"
"Yes, and not quite successfully, I might add."
"Then where are we going?"
His smile widened at the corners."To get the rest of the characters."
I was forced to wait outside as Davin entered a large glass-plated room glowing purple. I leaned against the wall impatiently until he returned, stalking past me."It's just all the same!"he shouted.
I scuttled after him, trying to calm him down as I nearly ran beside him trying to keep up.
"What's wrong?"
I was almost surprised to see that he was actually glaring in front of him as he walked, his hands clenched at his sides."They're all too much like the others. Almost as if it was planned." He shook his head."It might not work if it's the exact same, but the characters are so perfect. Unless..."
He stopped, his sudden movement startling me and I ran into him from behind. He spun around and grasped my shoulders, his eyes wide with sudden realization.
"I can add a character!"
I blinked a couple times."Okay."
"And that character can be you!"
My knees nearly buckled and my breath caught in my throat."Um, what?"
He released me."Of course. Why didn't I think of it before? It's so perfect, it might just work!"
His "might" made me worry.
He turned back to me."Of course, the choice is completely yours. I wouldn't want to drag you into anything. But helping a girl who thinks she has no meaning in life...you could be a hero."
"Mr.Fallon?"
I’m jerked from my thoughts and blink, finding myself back in my history class. The teacher is glaring at me from the front of the class.
"Glad you could join us. Now if you're ready, could you answer the next question? I'm sure your little daydream Wonderland can wait."
You have no idea, Mrs. Parks.
No idea.
Only Wonderland.
I think back to Davin as he strolled down one of the halls, his pace amazingly quick for a man who, I learned from my dad, had been locked up for over eleven years. He had donned a clean white lab suit and had this air about him like he was the most important person in the world, even above my father. He barked orders at nurses and doctors, shoving past everyone who got in his way, smiling wildly the whole time.
"Doctor Davin!" I called after him.
He didn't even turn around."Not now, kid, I've got to get started on this." He nearly skipped with glee."It's just so exciting!"
"You said you've done this before?"
"Yes, and not quite successfully, I might add."
"Then where are we going?"
His smile widened at the corners."To get the rest of the characters."
I was forced to wait outside as Davin entered a large glass-plated room glowing purple. I leaned against the wall impatiently until he returned, stalking past me."It's just all the same!"he shouted.
I scuttled after him, trying to calm him down as I nearly ran beside him trying to keep up.
"What's wrong?"
I was almost surprised to see that he was actually glaring in front of him as he walked, his hands clenched at his sides."They're all too much like the others. Almost as if it was planned." He shook his head."It might not work if it's the exact same, but the characters are so perfect. Unless..."
He stopped, his sudden movement startling me and I ran into him from behind. He spun around and grasped my shoulders, his eyes wide with sudden realization.
"I can add a character!"
I blinked a couple times."Okay."
"And that character can be you!"
My knees nearly buckled and my breath caught in my throat."Um, what?"
He released me."Of course. Why didn't I think of it before? It's so perfect, it might just work!"
His "might" made me worry.
He turned back to me."Of course, the choice is completely yours. I wouldn't want to drag you into anything. But helping a girl who thinks she has no meaning in life...you could be a hero."
"Mr.Fallon?"
I’m jerked from my thoughts and blink, finding myself back in my history class. The teacher is glaring at me from the front of the class.
"Glad you could join us. Now if you're ready, could you answer the next question? I'm sure your little daydream Wonderland can wait."
You have no idea, Mrs. Parks.
No idea.
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
Alys in Wonderland: Chapter One: Meeting
Guys, look what I found. I wrote this a long time ago and totally forgot about it. I really like it, so I'm putting it on here. I'm debating whether to put on the rest of the chapters.
I don't know why, but an enormous part of me thinks this is very, very wrong. I’ve told this to my father a lot of times, but he assures me: it's the only thing we can do. The cold, white-washed hallways I'd walked down a million times seem foreign to me, the apologies of nurses who bump into me in their rush unheard to me as I keep the steady pace of my father. I want to see this new girl, but the pit of my stomach aches with anxiety. A girl of my age, and yet she’s done so many bad things that juvie won’t even take her. So, she was brought here, mostly because people think she’s insane. Well, not all sane people steal a car and then try to drive it onto busy train tracks. Maybe she IS nuts. But I want to see for myself.
"Here we are," my father says, stopping at a tall grey door with a slate that says,"Viewing Room 4". He inserts a key and opens the door a crack, then turns and places a hand on my shoulder.
"Dillon Fallon, do you swear to not utter a word on what you should see in here?"
"Dad," I argue," we do this every-."
"Swear it, son."
"Fine! I swear not to speak a word. Now, can we go in?"
My dad chuckles lightly."Sorry, I had no idea how eager you were." he pushes the door open and we walk in. He stops to talk to one of the nurses, but I go immediately to the tall window and peer down into the room below. A few doctors and nurses crowd the floor, constantly checking the stats on a large table that I can’t see all that clearly. One doctor stands on a platform, looking up at the girl who floats above them, thick glowing strands of blue around her wrists and ankles, her long blonde hair flowing around her face as if it has a mind of it's own, her eyes shut, her face serene. I feel my father step up behind me.
"What are those strands?" I asked.
"They are a new development we've been...forced to try out. Those blue strands are energy, the girls own energy, that we've used against her in order to keep her contained."
I turn to look at him, slightly stunned." You can do that?"
He almost laughs and nods. I turn back to the girl for a few more minutes before I hear the door open again. My father turns.
"So, you're finally here?"
I spin around to see the guard shut the door and lightly pushing forward a man who wore cuffs around his hands and a wild smile on his face.
"Been a long time, Doctor Fallon," he chuckles happily," so glad to see you well." He walks in and sits in one of the chairs."So silent?"
"Don't act like you've won," my father spits,"You and I both know this is the only way."
The prisoner looks surprised."Well, this is all a happy shock to me. It’s not everyday I get to leave my cell. I don't have a clue what's going on." He beams."Not that I really care. As long as I get to use my-."
"No," my father stops him,"not now."
The corner of the mans mouth twitch and his eyes turn to me."Oh, the shrimp. I get it. Don't want the kid to know anything, right?"
"Dad?" I ask,"what's he talking about?"
Father shakes his head."Son, it's got nothing to do with you."
"It can have something to do with you," the prisoner says, eyes still on me," if you want it too."
"No!" father yelled,"Son, go back go the-"
"I'm not going anywhere, Dad. I don't care if I have no right in this. I'm interested."
At this the prisoner beams even bigger, if that’s possible, and shakes his wild grey hair as he spins to face my father." I like this kid!"
My father turns from me, a worried glare on his face."We were discussing this matter."
The prisoner ignores him and turns back to me, still grinning. “What’s your name, shrimpie?”
I try not to make eye contact with him."Dillon, sir. And I’m not a shrimp.”
The prisoner nods, sitting back in his chair. “This may be more interesting than I thought. Keep your eyes open, kid."
I nod slightly, and my father glares as the man turns his gaze back onto him.
"Oh, right." he stands and walks to the window, staring down with an air of pride at the floating girl.
"So, this is my subject?" he says, his mouth for once twitching into a thin frown, his bushy grey eyebrows raised. "She's not terrible, but," he looks at my father, now, in the smallest way, serious," what is she capable of?"
My fathers stare is hard, as was his voice."Some drugs, stolen goods, and was sent to juvie. Got out a couple weeks ago and stole an SUV, which she drove onto railroad tracks. Went right through the gates and stopped right as the train came. A car rammed her from behind, saved her life. The driver of the car fortunately made it out alive, too."
The prisoner is smiling again, ignoring the bit of good news." So, she's got guts. Exactly what I'm looking for."
He sounds like he was buying her.
"So," I butt in,"What exactly is this 'treatment'?"
The prisoner turns to me, beaming,"So glad you asked."
"Davin," my father warned,"don't say anything you'll regret."
The prisoner turns to him, responding to his name, then looks out the window again.
"Have you heard of the fairytale, 'Alice in Wonderland'?" he asks, addressing me. I nod.
"Yes, I would think so."
Davin grins."Wonderful! So you are familiar with the character Alice. A strong willed, steadfast girl who just wants to get home, no matter the cost."
"Yeah."
"Well, the reason that she got through it all was because she had something to look forward to: seeing her friends and family again. She had hope. Now, I thought many years ago that, if we took someone with no hope, with nothing to look forward to, and put he or she in Alice's world, would they react differently? Would they have the will to fight? Would they give up at the very beginning? Or," he raises his shackled hands and places them gently on the window,"would they find the very thing they longed for for so long that they lost sight of their true meaning?"
I purse my lips."Sorry, but what's the point? How can you recreate Alice's world?"
Davin looks at me and smiles almost sadly, shaking his head."One's wonderland isn't out here, Dillon," he says, raising his hands so that two fingers gently touch his temple," it's in here."
I step back, jolted by the thought."Brainwash."
He shrugs."Sure, that’s one way to look at it." He turns to look at my father."Well? Are we gonna do it? Was I dragged out of my cell just to re-explain my brilliant theory?"
Re-explain?
Father nods."Of course." he steps up to the table and flops down a big white envelope. Davin walks to the table and gestures to his shackled hands. With a wave from my father, the guard undoes the bonds and Davin open’s the envelope.
"Oh, good!" he says giddily, slipping out several sheets of paper,"It's all here."
I peer over his shoulder, trying to read the papers even as he tears through them at amazing speed. I catch the name Alice more that once.
"Here we are," he says, shifting to a new sheet of paper with empty blanks,"a new start, round two."
"You've done this before?" I ask.
He ignores me." Let's see, name: Alice."
I stop him as he finishes with the L."Wait! This is a new start, right? Why not a different name?"
He laughs loud."What's wonderland without Alice?"
"Well, why don't you spell it differently. Like...A.L.Y.S?"
Davin looks up at me." I'm really starting to like you, kid."
From the corner, my father clears his throat, but I can’t tell if the warning is for me or Davin."
"I'm interested very much in this experiment, Doctor Davin," I say, beaming like him. He looks back up at me again, his smile surely larger than mine.
"As am I, Dillon. And please,” He scratches down a few strange symbols on the paper before turning back up to me, his two different colored eyes holding two different emotions, the gold excitement and joy, the grey darkness and mystery, maybe even hate. My breath catches in my throat.
He smiles."Call me Hatter."
I don't know why, but an enormous part of me thinks this is very, very wrong. I’ve told this to my father a lot of times, but he assures me: it's the only thing we can do. The cold, white-washed hallways I'd walked down a million times seem foreign to me, the apologies of nurses who bump into me in their rush unheard to me as I keep the steady pace of my father. I want to see this new girl, but the pit of my stomach aches with anxiety. A girl of my age, and yet she’s done so many bad things that juvie won’t even take her. So, she was brought here, mostly because people think she’s insane. Well, not all sane people steal a car and then try to drive it onto busy train tracks. Maybe she IS nuts. But I want to see for myself.
"Here we are," my father says, stopping at a tall grey door with a slate that says,"Viewing Room 4". He inserts a key and opens the door a crack, then turns and places a hand on my shoulder.
"Dillon Fallon, do you swear to not utter a word on what you should see in here?"
"Dad," I argue," we do this every-."
"Swear it, son."
"Fine! I swear not to speak a word. Now, can we go in?"
My dad chuckles lightly."Sorry, I had no idea how eager you were." he pushes the door open and we walk in. He stops to talk to one of the nurses, but I go immediately to the tall window and peer down into the room below. A few doctors and nurses crowd the floor, constantly checking the stats on a large table that I can’t see all that clearly. One doctor stands on a platform, looking up at the girl who floats above them, thick glowing strands of blue around her wrists and ankles, her long blonde hair flowing around her face as if it has a mind of it's own, her eyes shut, her face serene. I feel my father step up behind me.
"What are those strands?" I asked.
"They are a new development we've been...forced to try out. Those blue strands are energy, the girls own energy, that we've used against her in order to keep her contained."
I turn to look at him, slightly stunned." You can do that?"
He almost laughs and nods. I turn back to the girl for a few more minutes before I hear the door open again. My father turns.
"So, you're finally here?"
I spin around to see the guard shut the door and lightly pushing forward a man who wore cuffs around his hands and a wild smile on his face.
"Been a long time, Doctor Fallon," he chuckles happily," so glad to see you well." He walks in and sits in one of the chairs."So silent?"
"Don't act like you've won," my father spits,"You and I both know this is the only way."
The prisoner looks surprised."Well, this is all a happy shock to me. It’s not everyday I get to leave my cell. I don't have a clue what's going on." He beams."Not that I really care. As long as I get to use my-."
"No," my father stops him,"not now."
The corner of the mans mouth twitch and his eyes turn to me."Oh, the shrimp. I get it. Don't want the kid to know anything, right?"
"Dad?" I ask,"what's he talking about?"
Father shakes his head."Son, it's got nothing to do with you."
"It can have something to do with you," the prisoner says, eyes still on me," if you want it too."
"No!" father yelled,"Son, go back go the-"
"I'm not going anywhere, Dad. I don't care if I have no right in this. I'm interested."
At this the prisoner beams even bigger, if that’s possible, and shakes his wild grey hair as he spins to face my father." I like this kid!"
My father turns from me, a worried glare on his face."We were discussing this matter."
The prisoner ignores him and turns back to me, still grinning. “What’s your name, shrimpie?”
I try not to make eye contact with him."Dillon, sir. And I’m not a shrimp.”
The prisoner nods, sitting back in his chair. “This may be more interesting than I thought. Keep your eyes open, kid."
I nod slightly, and my father glares as the man turns his gaze back onto him.
"Oh, right." he stands and walks to the window, staring down with an air of pride at the floating girl.
"So, this is my subject?" he says, his mouth for once twitching into a thin frown, his bushy grey eyebrows raised. "She's not terrible, but," he looks at my father, now, in the smallest way, serious," what is she capable of?"
My fathers stare is hard, as was his voice."Some drugs, stolen goods, and was sent to juvie. Got out a couple weeks ago and stole an SUV, which she drove onto railroad tracks. Went right through the gates and stopped right as the train came. A car rammed her from behind, saved her life. The driver of the car fortunately made it out alive, too."
The prisoner is smiling again, ignoring the bit of good news." So, she's got guts. Exactly what I'm looking for."
He sounds like he was buying her.
"So," I butt in,"What exactly is this 'treatment'?"
The prisoner turns to me, beaming,"So glad you asked."
"Davin," my father warned,"don't say anything you'll regret."
The prisoner turns to him, responding to his name, then looks out the window again.
"Have you heard of the fairytale, 'Alice in Wonderland'?" he asks, addressing me. I nod.
"Yes, I would think so."
Davin grins."Wonderful! So you are familiar with the character Alice. A strong willed, steadfast girl who just wants to get home, no matter the cost."
"Yeah."
"Well, the reason that she got through it all was because she had something to look forward to: seeing her friends and family again. She had hope. Now, I thought many years ago that, if we took someone with no hope, with nothing to look forward to, and put he or she in Alice's world, would they react differently? Would they have the will to fight? Would they give up at the very beginning? Or," he raises his shackled hands and places them gently on the window,"would they find the very thing they longed for for so long that they lost sight of their true meaning?"
I purse my lips."Sorry, but what's the point? How can you recreate Alice's world?"
Davin looks at me and smiles almost sadly, shaking his head."One's wonderland isn't out here, Dillon," he says, raising his hands so that two fingers gently touch his temple," it's in here."
I step back, jolted by the thought."Brainwash."
He shrugs."Sure, that’s one way to look at it." He turns to look at my father."Well? Are we gonna do it? Was I dragged out of my cell just to re-explain my brilliant theory?"
Re-explain?
Father nods."Of course." he steps up to the table and flops down a big white envelope. Davin walks to the table and gestures to his shackled hands. With a wave from my father, the guard undoes the bonds and Davin open’s the envelope.
"Oh, good!" he says giddily, slipping out several sheets of paper,"It's all here."
I peer over his shoulder, trying to read the papers even as he tears through them at amazing speed. I catch the name Alice more that once.
"Here we are," he says, shifting to a new sheet of paper with empty blanks,"a new start, round two."
"You've done this before?" I ask.
He ignores me." Let's see, name: Alice."
I stop him as he finishes with the L."Wait! This is a new start, right? Why not a different name?"
He laughs loud."What's wonderland without Alice?"
"Well, why don't you spell it differently. Like...A.L.Y.S?"
Davin looks up at me." I'm really starting to like you, kid."
From the corner, my father clears his throat, but I can’t tell if the warning is for me or Davin."
"I'm interested very much in this experiment, Doctor Davin," I say, beaming like him. He looks back up at me again, his smile surely larger than mine.
"As am I, Dillon. And please,” He scratches down a few strange symbols on the paper before turning back up to me, his two different colored eyes holding two different emotions, the gold excitement and joy, the grey darkness and mystery, maybe even hate. My breath catches in my throat.
He smiles."Call me Hatter."
Insanity
Sora~
I didn't mean to let the insanity take me over. Really, I didn't. Or...maybe I did? Was I just curious? Or desperate. Yeah, we'll go with that. I admit my battle wasn't going very well. I felt my partner talking in my mind but...I couldn't make out his words. I was losing my energy...fast. Every blow from my enemy brought the sword closer and closer to falling out of my hand, which was shaking. At the last point...I let go.
And now I'm thinking that that wasn't the right choice.
I can't decide now if I'm floating or just...I'm not sure. It feels like something around me, like water or very thick air, but there isn't any pressure. I can breathe just fine. It's a little hard to see, though. And the only thing I can hear is a faint thumping noise.
But what is it?
I shut my eyes and try to concentrate. I feel another presence. And I know who it is.
"I'm sorry, Corrin,"I whisper,"Please help me."
~~~~~~~~~~
Corrin~
I'm standing on something like water, except it's a reddish color. This isn't right. Where am I? Where is Sora?
"Sora?"
Nothing.
I remember a little of what happened. I was trying to tell Sora something. Something important. She was ignoring me. Or she couldn't hear me. Why wouldn't she listen?
I was worried about her. She was slipping. Her breath was hard. Her soul wavelength was out of control. I knew what was happening.
I gasp. She did it. She let the insanity take her over.
And that's where I am now.
"Sora, you moron," I growl. My fists ball. I can't do this right now. Not alone.
"SORA!!!" I scream as loud as I can. My eyes are shut tight. My arms are shaking. Then I hear her.
"Corrin, I'm sorry."
I look up. There's no one there."Sora?"
"Please save me."
I look down into the water. I can see her, looking up at me, a hand outstretched.
"Sora!"
As I reach down to help her, thousands of hands spring up from the water. They grab at me, pulling me in every direction. I can't tell which is Sora's. I call to her again. I look around at the hands that reach up into the air, all desperate for someone to pull them up. All of them grab and catch at nothing, grasping for anything to help them get out of the insanity.
"Sora!" I call. No answer. If there was, I couldn't here it.
Then I see it. A hand reaching up, but not grabbing at anything. Just there, shaking a little out of pain or struggle, just waiting patiently. I know that it's her.
"Sora!" I leap for the arm, grasping it at the wrist. As soon as I do, it locks wrists with me. I pull as hard as I can. The hands grabbing at me go crazy, but I don't let go of Sora. I can't. Finally, the insanity gives her up, and she falls forward onto me. We had a second to glimpse at each other before we were plunged into darkness.
I didn't mean to let the insanity take me over. Really, I didn't. Or...maybe I did? Was I just curious? Or desperate. Yeah, we'll go with that. I admit my battle wasn't going very well. I felt my partner talking in my mind but...I couldn't make out his words. I was losing my energy...fast. Every blow from my enemy brought the sword closer and closer to falling out of my hand, which was shaking. At the last point...I let go.
And now I'm thinking that that wasn't the right choice.
I can't decide now if I'm floating or just...I'm not sure. It feels like something around me, like water or very thick air, but there isn't any pressure. I can breathe just fine. It's a little hard to see, though. And the only thing I can hear is a faint thumping noise.
But what is it?
I shut my eyes and try to concentrate. I feel another presence. And I know who it is.
"I'm sorry, Corrin,"I whisper,"Please help me."
~~~~~~~~~~
Corrin~
I'm standing on something like water, except it's a reddish color. This isn't right. Where am I? Where is Sora?
"Sora?"
Nothing.
I remember a little of what happened. I was trying to tell Sora something. Something important. She was ignoring me. Or she couldn't hear me. Why wouldn't she listen?
I was worried about her. She was slipping. Her breath was hard. Her soul wavelength was out of control. I knew what was happening.
I gasp. She did it. She let the insanity take her over.
And that's where I am now.
"Sora, you moron," I growl. My fists ball. I can't do this right now. Not alone.
"SORA!!!" I scream as loud as I can. My eyes are shut tight. My arms are shaking. Then I hear her.
"Corrin, I'm sorry."
I look up. There's no one there."Sora?"
"Please save me."
I look down into the water. I can see her, looking up at me, a hand outstretched.
"Sora!"
As I reach down to help her, thousands of hands spring up from the water. They grab at me, pulling me in every direction. I can't tell which is Sora's. I call to her again. I look around at the hands that reach up into the air, all desperate for someone to pull them up. All of them grab and catch at nothing, grasping for anything to help them get out of the insanity.
"Sora!" I call. No answer. If there was, I couldn't here it.
Then I see it. A hand reaching up, but not grabbing at anything. Just there, shaking a little out of pain or struggle, just waiting patiently. I know that it's her.
"Sora!" I leap for the arm, grasping it at the wrist. As soon as I do, it locks wrists with me. I pull as hard as I can. The hands grabbing at me go crazy, but I don't let go of Sora. I can't. Finally, the insanity gives her up, and she falls forward onto me. We had a second to glimpse at each other before we were plunged into darkness.
Dream of Rain
Kyha looked up, trying to see past the enormous sheet of frosted glass above her.
Drip...drip...drip...
She blinked a couple of times, then shut her eyes.
One...two...three...
Open. Still a sheet of glass. But not frosted anymore. Clear. Through it she saw small circles intertwining as they smashed against it.
Drip...drip...drip...one...two...three...
She heard breath. Her breath. Shallow puffs of cold air appeared in front of her eyes.
One...two...three...
Drip...drip...drip...
The rain had stopped.
"Kyha."
She shut her eyes again, refusing the voice for a moment. Then opened them again.
Small, round blue child eyes looked into hers, squinted from smiling. Laughing.
Joy. Happiness.
Tears filled Kyha's eyes. She squeezed them shut, feeling the tears fall down her face.
"Kyha."
No.
"Kyha."
Stop it. Now.
"Kyha, look at me."
Please, stop.
"Kyha!"
Her eyes shot open. The blue eyes were gone. Warm chocolate brown ones had taken their place, the gold flecks showing worry.
She fell forward and felt herself be caught. Her cheek rested against someone's shoulder.
"You're okay," Corrin said.
Kyha's tears fell against his shoulder.
Drip...drip...drip...
She gripped his shirt. His arms held her tightly.
"Deep breaths," he was saying,"just take deep breaths."
She nodded.
One...two...three...
He loosened his hold on her, and she moved away from him. The dream had ended.
"You're okay," her best friend repeated, his hand still on her shoulder. She nodded once.
The dream was gone. Her little sister with it.
Drip...drip...drip...
She blinked a couple of times, then shut her eyes.
One...two...three...
Open. Still a sheet of glass. But not frosted anymore. Clear. Through it she saw small circles intertwining as they smashed against it.
Drip...drip...drip...one...two...three...
She heard breath. Her breath. Shallow puffs of cold air appeared in front of her eyes.
One...two...three...
Drip...drip...drip...
The rain had stopped.
"Kyha."
She shut her eyes again, refusing the voice for a moment. Then opened them again.
Small, round blue child eyes looked into hers, squinted from smiling. Laughing.
Joy. Happiness.
Tears filled Kyha's eyes. She squeezed them shut, feeling the tears fall down her face.
"Kyha."
No.
"Kyha."
Stop it. Now.
"Kyha, look at me."
Please, stop.
"Kyha!"
Her eyes shot open. The blue eyes were gone. Warm chocolate brown ones had taken their place, the gold flecks showing worry.
She fell forward and felt herself be caught. Her cheek rested against someone's shoulder.
"You're okay," Corrin said.
Kyha's tears fell against his shoulder.
Drip...drip...drip...
She gripped his shirt. His arms held her tightly.
"Deep breaths," he was saying,"just take deep breaths."
She nodded.
One...two...three...
He loosened his hold on her, and she moved away from him. The dream had ended.
"You're okay," her best friend repeated, his hand still on her shoulder. She nodded once.
The dream was gone. Her little sister with it.
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