I seemed to have vanished from the face of the earth, right?
Wrong.
(for the fiftieth time) I'm baaaaack!
Sigh. I honestly can't say if it's the last time I'll say this. You'll suddenly get a flood of work from me and then nothing for a few months. I apologize, it's just my nature.
I've mustered up the courage to start again. This is the promised sequel to my multi-chapter Invisible Threats. I'm starting off easy so this is just a prologue. More to come, I promise my life on it!
Presenting, the multichapter fanfiction:
Irreversible Decisions
By Cinquain
One week.
Seven days.
One hundred sixty-eight hours.
How has time passed from these horrors? How quickly...how impossible.
They came again. Those nightmares.
It's like I'm forever destined to be badgered by them. This time, they're something new. Graphis Heste is running with Alderaan on his shoulders. The green beam strikes for the millionth time and the planet shatters. But he keeps running.
He's suddenly running towards me now, gray eyes frantic as the superstation closes in.
Except this time it's not a space station.
It's Darth Vader, and the dark gleaming torture droid whirring alongside with menacing silence.
And it hits Heste with a bolt of lightning and suddenly the floor breaks. He falls, falls, and suddenly the child is there, at my feet.
The child, falls, falls away too. I cry out and I tumble after it. My stomach wrenches and I awake with a gasp.
"Leia!"
My breath rasps in my throat and cold sweat drips down the side of my head. I am trembling uncontrollably, hands clutching the sheets for dear life.
His face slowly comes into view, concerned and almost as terrified as I feel.
Han. Maybe the only person I can really depend upon to be there for me.
He has a new cold towel dripping in a bowl of ice water and he places it on the bedside table.
"The nightmares." he states, not questions as he wrings out the rag in the bowl. He removes my old one, which is as hot as my own, burning skin, and replaces it. The kiss of coolness slowly seeps into my bones and I start to breathe evenly.
"Yes." I murmur, staring up at him. He returns the gaze, and I can tell he is trying to hide his pity. He breaks eye contact and kisses me on the cheek, dropping the old towel in the water.
"Do you need anything else?" he asks, straightening up. I look down at the sheets and shake my head mutely.
"Thank you."
He manages a woebegone smile before backing out of the room.
We are all spent from the ordeal. We can barely speak to each other. What is going through our heads? We want to know, but we don't.
What can we do?
This is tearing us all apart.
The next chapter is coming, I promise!
Oh, and I need input. Should this fic be first person past-tense, first person present-tense (Invisible Truths was mostly this format), third person past-tense, switching, etc etc? I think I should probably just stick to what Invisible was like, but yeah...feedback pleaaase.
No, I didn't forget. :D Reviews?