Chapter 1: The Dream
It's pitch black. A sickly crow calling fataly in the distance. "What? That noise. That cry. Who is it?"
Where am I? How did I get here? Were the normal human thoughts in a situation like this. But the only thing racing through my mind was that night. That wretched night. Where one single man took my entire family way. Broke the bonds of my friends and sent them to the afterlife.
One man. One single man.
I opened my eyes wearily. A dream. A nightmare...I sat up rubbing my eyes, comfortably wrapped in my sheets, plumped on my mattress.
I looked over at the clock on my nightstand.1:30A.M. No wonder it was so dark. The only light was the moon reflecting off my window. The moon. The lovely moon. I wish I was the moon. To escape from this pain. To escape from all this sadness. All this loss. My thoughts reflected back to my dream. A crow crying in the distance and it was pitch black. I couldn't see anything. Was it a foreshadowing of my death? I'm sure it wasn't. Because I know that hell is a lot worse than that.
Falling back asleep seemed like a lifetime, staring blankly into the ceiling, my mind dark and hollow. No thoughts. I tried to think about what I would be doing today. Nothing. Not even waking up at 10:00A.M. to get breakfast. Nothing occured to me. Just staring blankly at my ceiling.
Tiredness finally overcame me and I finally closed my eyes.
Ring Ring Ring!
The sudden sound jostled me awake. Gave me quite a scare. I trudged out of bed to my bathroom, almost limping. Still tired. Not a surprise.
I'm always tired. No matter how many hours I sleep. I am always tired.
"Tired and depressed" is what people's judgement say. And they're right too. Tiredness and depression make up about 99.9% of me. And the other .1% ... Not important.
I shut the bathroom door, and stared into my mirror. I lightly stroke my short brown hair, feeling the warmth of each strand of hair that lengthen to my shoulders, staring into my reflection, into my deep, blue, revolting eyes.
I'm pathetic. My hand left my strands of hair and slowly touched the mirror placing my palm onto the right side of the mirror. Just look at me
Don't get me wrong, I've thought about suicide many times. I have no family I have no friends. I live in a hellhole. You'd think I'd commit suicide ages ago. But there's one thing I do have. A purpose. A purpose to live. A purpose to keep fighting. And that purpose... I slammed my hand down on the countertop, the energy flowing up my fist, disappearing through my chest. That feeling... I love that feeling.
I quickly took a shower and got dressed into my usual outfit, a white dress with fishnets laced along the sides, chest, and legs, with a black sash crossing in the middle, and long, loose black sleeves, and my black boots with fishnet hanging along the I ate my usual breakfast, Ramen In A Cup. Then I brushed my teeth thoroughly, grabbed my headband off of my nightstand, threw it around my neck and headed out the front door into the village, where I have absolutely nothing planned to do. Probably just take a stroll in the park. And I did exactly that.
Lunch was creeping around the corner, so I went to the local ramen shop and ordered some noodles. Not knowing what to do after that, I headed back to my house, my mind drifting back to my dream. That crow.
Was that crow calling for me? It's cries were so sad. Like it was in desperate need of help. But nobody is there to help the crow. Just like me.
Then was I the crow?
I took a detour down a dark alley, taking endless turns here and there. It was unnaturally quiet. Something whispered in my ear, and I stopped and looked back with worry written all over my face. Nothing even a rat eating junk out of the trashcan. Nothing. I could hear my own unsteady breathe. What was that? That whisper. It didn't say anything that I could make out, but it was eerie. It was most likely my imagination going insane.
The same whisper floated about the same ear and I turned around frantically again. Still nothing there.
"Damnit, who's there? Show yourself!" I started getting more angry than paranoid. Or maybe I'm getting more than both. Damnit, I am going crazy I decided to leave the event behind me for now and continued on my way home. Nothing happened for a while then I saw a group of muscled guys advancing toward me, smiling wickedly straight at me. Were they the ones whispering in my ear?
They stopped walking and so did I, and the biggest and most muscular one, probably their leader, stepped toward me. "Hey, little missy, this is quite a dangerous alley to be walking in. You might get mugged." He giggled wickedly.
I didn't say a word to his remark. I stood there staring at him. He started walking slowly toward me, a spiked club in his hand. "Now come on, say something, at least tell me your name before you suffer this untimely death." He gained his speed, being more confident. I still said nothing.
"Please, sweet cheeks, just tell me your name."
I blinked and looked up angrily at his eyes, but keeping my voice calm and neutral. "Asura"
"Last name too, honeybuns."
"Last name isn't important!" I reached for my back, but nothing was there.
Shit! I forgot my katanas at my house. He charged at me and swung his club at me, and I easily dodged it by jumping a couple feet back. He charged at me again, angrier and more powerful, I jumped back again. He continued charging and swinging his club at me, and I easily dodged them all, continuing to jump back, him only getting more angrier and powerfuller, and clumsier and careless.
I continued jumping back, then I felt my back slam against something. I shifted my eyes to look what it was. A wall! While I had turned, the mugger had swung his club swiftly at me. "Your mine now!" Damn! I had no time to block or have any way to dodge it, and it was coming straight for my head. What do I do? What do I do? I only closed my eyes, waiting for the club to smash through my head. Waiting to meet the gates of hell.
Waiting for me to die.
(End of Chapter 1)