Two Worlds~Prologue
A/N: Hello there! I'm not particularly new to the Spirited Away and I just thought that the ending did no justice to my fantasies so here I am~
It hurt.
No matter how much she screamed and cried and thrashed about, in the end the thorn bed would only hurt her further. And so she lay there in the darkness with blood gathering at her side. How much she detested the crimson liquid that brought on more pain. All she wished was for it to end. But that wasn't how the world worked was it? There was no equality and fairness, only pain brought on from futile resistance. There was nothing left to fight for since in the end, death was all that awaited every mortal being. The thing was though, she was already dead. The spirits of death had called out to her and she had no choice but to abide and follow their enchanting voices that had led to this void of darkness with nothing but a thorn bed to keep her tied down to reality. But why did she still feel pain and sorrow when her soul had been already consumed by God knows what?
In her mind, she already knew.
But she was least expecting a voice to whisper into her hair. A gentle lulling that tickled her neck like an autumn breeze. This is divine punishment for what you have done.
And then she was falling, falling through the thorn bed into thin air. And suddenly the scenery twisted gruesomely, colors spiraling and spreading. Then there she was standing in the field with a warm hand clasped onto her own. And she was listening to his smooth voice that sounded like clear water in a river. He was promising her that they'd meet again and she was believing him like the fool she was. Then she let go to move forward in her life, never to look back at the boy who had loved her simply because he was the past and humans only knew of the future. Once again the scenery twisted and turned and she just wanted for it all end because it hurt to look into the past and she had no tolerance for any kind of pain. But her mind didn't let it end, and she knew, God she knew that someday she would have to face her sins but not in this way.
Her fifteen year old self stood between her parents, trembling and bleeding from her head. One was drunk and the other was crying hysterically. Bruised and beaten, she stood with defiance in her eyes, her legs barely keeping her up. Her father raised his arms with the bottle of beer in hand and she wished he would stop because it was too unbearable and she was going dizzy with pain. And the expected pain never came because the scenery changed again and this time she was drawing a large symbol into the ground with her own blood. Summoning out whatever demonic creature she could muster.
Then everything went hazy and she thought it was from blood loss or something like that but she was dead wasn't she?
When she opened her eyes, she found herself lying on her back in a void of white and she had almost laughed at the absurdity of it all. They were just going to forever transport her into a random colorless world weren't they? Well, at least the pain had stopped.
Chihiro
The whisper was back in her hair but she didn't acknowledge it. No, Chihiro was a long forgotten name that belonged in the past. She was nobody and belonged to nowhere. She wasn't Chihiro anymore because she wasn't beautiful and innocent. She wasn't twelve and dreamed of dragons and riverbeds. She was tainted in black and red and her side was bleeding red onto the pristine white void.
Did you like the prologue? If you did, then please leave a review and maybe I'll continue it!
