Yay another story!
well i'm making an attempt at not writing dark stories but i failed miserably and ended up with this story which is a little not so dark and dark...yea
so i hope u still enjoy it and review it
Dreaming permits each and every one of us to be quietly and safely insane every night of our lives.
- Charles Fisher
What if we were living two lifes? To wake up and infact be dreaming. To dream and infact be awake. Will our actions in one place affect the other? Will we remember the person we meet here when we see them there? Will they remember us?
What if we find love, and wake up to loneliness.
What if...
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I'm lying spread-eagle on my back. My ankles and wrist tied tightly to the bedpost so that I can't move an inch. There's the silhouette of a person at the corner of this dimly lit room.
I'm onconscious or asleep, I can't seem to tell anymore.
"Na...ki...I...you."
I hear a woman crying next to me and a man softly chuckling to himself. Though which one is the silhouette, I'm not really sure.
I feel tears running down my face; and I suddenly remember...
"I'm dying."
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"Natsuki!"
A grunt escapes my lips as I slowly wake from my slumber. Dazed and a bit confused as to why someone is waking me up at such hours of the day.
"Wha..."
"Natsuki get up."
I know that voice, its Nao my roommate. Though she hardly ever sleeps here.
"It's too early."
"No its not, now get up." she pulls the covers off and its only after I hear her laughing that I realize I'm on my pijamas. The ones with the little...
"Puppies!" she blurts out.
Her laughter is soon silenced as a pillows makes contact with her face.
"Get te hell out of my room!" I yell, another pillow at the ready.
She gets out, but not before taking a picture with her phone and getting hit yet again with a second pillow.
"Stupid Nao." I mutter.
I get up and retrive the pillows from the floor, putting them back to their rightful spot in my bed.
Its a pain going to school but its one of those necesitties in life from which you're never asked whether you want it to begin with.
They just say you need it.
"Like sleeping..."
I bring a hand up to my face, tracing the dried-trail of tears from my eyes to my chin. A pain slowly stirring in my heart. "She was there again."