Walking on Broken Glass
Prologue 1
"You know that once you go through here, you won't ever be able to go back… right?" the girl nodded, her bright blue eyes staring determinedly ahead.
"I know." She willed herself not to flinch when the black hands flew out and towards her. She wouldn't show how scared she was, how much she wanted to simply turn around and run back to her soft warm bed. Instead, she took a deep breath and felt herself being ripped off her feet and swept forward.
I woke up gasping for air, my lungs burning and my forehead damp with sweat. That dream again? I had it almost every night now… but I could never seem to remember more than that. It was all so hazy, like there was a thick curtain of fog pulled over the dream. The only thing I could ever clearly see were her eyes…
I looked over at the clock, wiping my face with my hand; 4am. A bit too early to have a shower, but really, since when did I care about waking my parents up? So I grabbed my clothes and showered, letting the odd felling left by the dream melt away. Every night it was the same dream… who was that girl, and who was she talking too? Where was she going? I washed my hair absent mindedly as I thought about it, and kept thinking about it all through the rest of the morning, just like every other day.
Before I knew it, school was over and I was back at home, another uneventful day, no homework, no plans… and another long, long weekend ahead of me. Ever since we had moved a few years back I hadn't made any close friends, but I was ok with that. I spent a vast majority of time talking with my old friends online anyway. And besides, the people here never have anything interesting to talk about.
School in itself was a waking nightmare… no pun intended. The teachers seemed to be sent straight from hell… or maybe kicked out of it, and it always seemed like everyone was staring at me, like a fish in a tank; not really expected to do anything mind blowing, but good fun to stare at nonetheless. It bugs the endless crap out of me. Needless to say I am a some what anti-social person.
But for the time being I was in my safe place: my room. It had all I'd ever need; my guitars, my writing and drawing supplies, my books, and my computer… also a TV although it didn't have cable. It even had a lock on the door for when I really wanted to be alone. Though I usually was…
At that exact moment though, I was just sitting at my computer, as usual, and checking every five minutes for the next episode of my secret escape, Fullmetal Alchemist.
"Arg, why are you not up yet! Translation doesn't take that long! I swear they take longer every single time just to torture me or something." I sighed and went back to whatever I was writing at the time, eventually getting a headache from staring at the screen too long.
"Writers block again… WHY WONT YOU GO AWAY!" I swatted the air around my head, trying to scare it away. I have problems, be quiet.
Then I heard the parentals yelling at each other in their room and flinched as I heard the all too familiar crashing of glass.
"Another night, another fight…" I mumbled, laying my head on my desk and closing my eyes for a couple seconds. I could only hear little bits of what they were saying.
"YOU HAVE NO IDEA… I DO EVERYTHING… WHY THE HELL DO I EVEN BOTHER WITH YOU? YOU ARE SUCH AN EVIL COLD HEARTED…" and other pleasant stuff were spewing from my pig faced step mother. You know the evil stepmother from Cinderella? The one who made her do everything in the giant house? Well she's pretty much like that… except she doesn't use me as a slave. Hell, I'd like to see her try. She even makes me call her "Mum"! I like her a lot more than my dad though. After a certain incident, I stopped talking to my father altogether. He doesn't care anyway. He never has.
And with those wonderful heart-warming thoughts, my stomach growled, alerting me that it was time for dinner. I looked at the clock and it read half passed eleven.
Hmm, looks like microwave dinner again, yummy.
After I ate my completely healthy and wholesome defrosted meal, I went to bed, sleeping like a rock, save for my nightly run in with my best friend Mr. Dream. That particular night I remember vividly…not just because it was the night before our real story begins, but because that time, the dream was different.
OTL short prologue is short, I meant for it to be longer but I felt like that was a good place to end it… it's really filler ;-;
IT GETS BETTER I PROMISE!
The next chapter is a continuation of this one, at first they were put together but it think it flows better separately… I don't even know anymore. This is my first serious fanfiction, so please, criticize it a LOT! Flames are welcome, they make the review count go up n.n oh and our mysterious heroine's name will be mentioned soon enough /justrealizedIdidn'tputitin *shot
And since I had the dream at the beginning I will have a magical character say the disclaimer!
Alphonse: I'm not even in this story yet why—
Me: Because you love me, and I control your fate.
Alphonse: right. KabbyDare doesn't own FMA, though if it goes for sale she'd like if you could let her know.
Next chapter'll be up if I get any reviews. That's right. Just one. Oh and Emmy, you don't count, because you'd say you loved it anyway ^^; I looooooove you~
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