"speaking"
thoughts
*dream*
Sighing, she lifted up her only souvenir of that distant memory. It glittered and sparkled in the lamp light, casting rainbow reflections on the walls. She stared at the purple hair-band as she saw glimpses of the past with each flicker. It felt as though she could see the magic that was woven within each strand.
Granny had said it would protect her. From what, she was never told. But she believed those words with every ounce of her soul. The hair-band lasted through everything and she never took it off. Her parents had died two years after her trip to the spirit world. They had been killed in a car accident. She was suppose to be dead as well. The car had been hit by a drunk truck driver and was totaled. The doctors were shocked that she had come out of it without a scratch. They could not grasp how it was possible, but she knew differently. The band that tied her hair in a ponytail had saved her.
Chihiro was sent to live with her aunt for four years, but was able to keep her parents' house due to the money left in their will. Once she turned sixteen, she went back. Now two years later, she sat in her house…alone. Waiting for him to fulfill that promise he made eight years ago. Her patience was wearing thin. Since she had come out of the spirit world and back into her own, she had felt out of place. Nothing was the same.
The weird thing she noticed was that she could now see the spirits that roamed the human world. On some occasions, she even spoke to them. She had assumed it was an effect due to spending some much time around spirits. Sadly, the few friends she had gotten close to thought her gift was creepy and Chihiro realized that it would be best to keep it to herself.
Glancing out her window, she stared towards the forests that held the passageway between the two worlds. On the other side of that abandoned train station were the only true friends she had ever made as well as the love of her life. A boy with eyes like the deep green, endless forests and hair cut right below his chin. That boy that became an elegant dragon with scales that flowed like the rushing river water.
"Haku," she whispered out into the nightly wind.
She was dying to see him again. The spirit world had been the closest thing to a home since her parents had now entered the afterlife.
I'm going back, whether or not Haku comes for me. Chihiro thought as she combed through her long, brown hair. She didn't bother putting it up anymore and used the purple ponytail as a bracelet. A shooting star passed through the clear night sky. I wish to return to the spirit world forever. Soon.
She laid down in her bed and fell asleep to the soothing wind blowing through her open window.