DREAMSCAPE;;
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RIKETTE
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You wake up for the first time in what seems like forever and the first thing that you want to know is who you are, where you are, what's going on, and who is this girl spread over you, her heart beating on yours? You can't remember coming here, you can't remember meeting whoever this girl is, you can't remember going to sleep. You can't remember what you had for breakfast, or even when the last time you had breakfast was.
You look around at the walls, painted crimson. The carpet is white, as if it's never been walked on, and this girl that you don't even know looks like some sort of perfectionist, with a perfect room and a perfect life and a perfect grip on you, whoever you are. Other than the paint, the walls are bare. There's no pictures, no posters, no clock, not even a window letting in light to bathe the seemingly blood-stained walls. The blood-stained walls of this perfect prison.
You look at her again, and her eyes open. They're the perfect jade, matching the perfect chestnut of her hair and the perfect paleness of her skin. She looks alarmed, and sits up. Even though you know she's not wearing anything and now she's exposed and now, NOW you can get away from this blood-stained prison, you can't take your eyes off hers, filled with panic.
She says a name and you're guessing that's you. It sounds like she's never said it before, but you wouldn't know as you can't even remember ever even existing. She asks how you feel and you don't respond. You're still staring into her panic-filled eyes lined by the background of crimson walls. She slips from the bed and pulls on a robe and looks at you as if you can't take care of yourself and she's waiting for a command. Maybe you can't. Maybe you can't remember. Maybe you've gone through all this before. Maybe, in the back of your mind it's all a tiny bit familiar, but then that thought vanishes as you realize you still don't remember who she is.
You ask for a glass of water, just to make her leave. She vanishes, and she doesn't return for a while. The room bothers you. It gives you that feeling that you're alone; that something will happen and no one will ever know because no one is ever going to come in and find you, having needed to be saved a long time ago.
When she returns, she looks a little more composed and gives you your water. She cautiously asks if you remember the night before, and you want to remark about not even remembering who you are, let alone her, but you hold back and barely shake your head. She looks away and her eyes water up.
She's crying and you don't know what to do. She sobbing and you're just staring at her, as if she's merely a porcelain doll who has never done anything other than that. She looks at you, her face stained with tears. She tells you that you're sick; you're very sick. She says you're going to stay here for a while, and she'll take care of you. She promises. She says she loves you, that she isn't lying and that she'll do anything for you.
You realize that you'll be stuck here forever, in this perfect little prison with its perfect crimson walls and its perfect white carpet and those perfect green eyes and that perfect brown hair and that perfect blankness in your mind. That perfect nothing that is your mind.
In this perfect prison, you realize that you don't like dreaming and you want to wake up.
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DEDiCATED TOO:;;
&FELiA - - MiYORi
for being awesome
and rocking out loud