Shh. . . I have a secret.
What?
I have secret!
What is it?
I-I'm afraid to tell anyone!
But isn't that why it's a secret?
There's no need to be afraid, nobody has to know if you don't want them to.
But it's a secret that can be used for good! Oh it's so wonderful!
Then tell someone,
if it's so good then there's no reason to be afraid.
But it. . . It can be used to hurt someone,
I don't want that! I want everyone to live in happiness!
There is no such thing as perfect happiness,
if you really believe that it could help someone-Tell them, if not-Don't.
. . . But what if it gets into the wrong hands?
Ugh, you're so fickle.
I don't know what to do. .
. . . This secret is killing me. . .
Then just tell me, I won't hurt anyone.
Really? Oh thank you!
Here's my secret: I know the most powerful thing in the world. . .
What? That's amazing! What is it?
I can't tell you, but it's all around!
All around?
But wouldn't that mean someone bad already has it?
Heehee, you're smart, but no,
People who want to use it to control others don't realize its power just yet.
But they're on the brink of knowing!
Shouldn't you do something?
Sadly, I am powerless,
that's why you need to remember your promise, and use it to help!
But I don't know what it is!
I know you'll figure it out, so remember to help!
Even after you wake up!
Wake up? But I don't want to leave! What is it?
I'll see you outside,
one day,
when I'm free of this place of secrets. . .
To my dismay, my eyelids groggily opened to the faint yellow sunlight. I groaned, tossing a hand to cover my rapidly blinking eyes from the morning sun, attempting (though not too hard) to snap awake from what remained of my dream.
As I sat lazily up in bed I felt my head spin for various reasons, and for starters I felt drained and a sharp pain much like a bee sting on my left heel. The book case at the foot of my bed spun as different thoughts fought to be recognized and as I closed my eyes I listed the things that made my mind buzz, to disperse the fog.
1.) He wasn't in my dreams tonight *cue sarcastic blush here*. Which is odd (Which should be obvious if it's on this list).
2.) I know I have odd dreams but. . . They usually don't involve inception and things that could unlock the meaning of life.
3.) My foot hurts.
My foot stings.
My foot is burning at the heal.
Why the hell does it hurt so much? Calmly I opened my eyes, and lifted the cooling sheets and gasped in a very stupid-ass way.
My left heel had a glowing inscripted rose with detailed flowing lines engraved in it. As in, it looked like some deranged artist snuck in with a needle and decided to use my foot as a canvas.
Oh god I'm changing the locks tonight.
I wryly looked at my heel again feeling sick with confusion and dismay.
"Remember your promise."
Choco: Um. . .Hey ^^" I know I haven't updated for my other stories in a while but. . . I'm working on it? :D But anyway I just came up with this. . . I might have the others up later but now I have school. Yes, I know, lame.
Review? I swear I don't bite or jump up and attack you like a dog, even a quick 'Cool story bro' would be suffice :)