The only weight heavier than the slam Wish applied to the door behind her, was the weight of the entire world crushing down on her shoulders and threatening to snap them. Wish forced her entire body weight directly upon herself, holding herself by her strained arms as she pressed her aching hands against the dark woodwork. Anyone would think she was trying to mould her hands into the tall barrier shutting her out from the rest of the world. If they could see her, that is. Right now, she was the only one that could see herself.
She glared into the mirror in front of her, half expecting the other red and grey eyed girl to crumble right in front of her own eyes. But the eyes that stared back at her were just as angry as she was. Just as fed up as hers. Just as hurt. Yet, just as empty. Those eyes were just as hidden from the rest of the world as Beyond really was to her.
She was the only one who could see them.
Oh. Beyond?
He's not real, not really.
He's just the guy that Wish turns to for comfort in her dreams and in her imagination, because in reality, she has no-one. Not one single person left anymore that hasn't hurt her or broken her trust. Could it be that not one person in this world was made just for her? Was she the exception to that rule 'there's somebody out there for everyone?'
All you have to do is find them, right?
For Wish, Beyond would be that guy, if he were real.
The girl slowly removed her shaking arms from the door, turning her body away when she felt safer and leaning her back upon the combination of wood and glass. She jumped slightly, muffling the slight whimper that almost escaped her lips as her eyes failed her, displaying to her an inaccurate and terrifying perception of what was just a burning candle in her dimly lit bathroom, standing tall on the glass shelf buried into the wall. Her mind had been playing tricks on her a lot recently, imagining people around her throwing objects in her direction when in fact they were just waving in a form of greeting. Ducking in shock at the sudden gunshots or other direct threats in her presence whenever a loud noise could be heard close to her. She couldn't turn a corner that someone else was turning without freezing up completely startled, or turn around to someone standing nearby without pulling a face that could only be described as replicating somebody who was having a heart attack. You had to hand it to her; the girl was a nervous wreck.
Wish slid down the door behind her with ease, sitting down on the cold tiles beneath her and taking this time alone to make any attempt she could to relax.
She ran a cold, pale hand through her black and blue hair, her scalp reacting pleasantly to the sensation as strands of light and dark mixed together like black ink being poured into a beautiful blue ocean. Wishing her mind was just as calm, she couldn't help but blame it on herself that it wasn't. She was delusional after all; imagining scenarios in her head so much that it felt like they were real. Trying to tear herself from reality at every possible opportunity that seemed safe to do so. It wouldn't surprise her if she was hallucinating her entire life by this point.
She often questioned just how much of her dreams could actually be real. More recently, scenarios would occur in her dreams and she'd wake, only to find her entire day pan out with scenes from her unconscious visions taking place in the real world. Quotes from conversations would be spoken by even the most unlikely suspects she came across throughout her period of being awake. The first dream she ever remembered about Beyond, however, was clear in her mind now, just as clearly as it was when she had first awoken from it, like a memorable event from her past...