Bzzz…tsk
Bzzz…tsk
Bzzz…tsk
A blindingly bright light was flashing on and off like a visual metronome keeping a steady beat. It flicker so perfectly as if timed precisely to annoy me. This isn't the first time this has happened and I know for a fact that is won't be the last. It always seems that just when I'm about to get some any rest that light comes hovering over head. And there's no use ignoring it, it only becomes more persistent. Through my eyelids the light grows bright evolving from a dark orange to yellow and end in pure white. Just imaging these bright colors and the ever so darkness of black they fade only adds to my annoyance. It almost distracts me from the cold hard surface pressing against my back.
Wait…Pavement?
No, that's not right.
I'm in bed. A soft, warm, plush bed.
But why is it so cold?
Quickly I sat up clutching my hand to my chest. I scanned the dimly lit room. My survey confirmed this was indeed my bedroom. The soft cover in my hands and the warmth seeping in my skin confirmed I was in bed. I relieved a sigh yet it felt like hopelessness.
"It's getting worse."
No, it's getting better.
I slowly dragged my body from out of bed ignoring the silent hiss of my skin as it came in contact with the cool night air. I ran a hand over the white fabric noticing the eerie glow the moon light gave it. This was no place for rest yet it my imprint was left. "This will be the last time, right?" Looking to the door I felt a bit of fear, knowing that once I walked out that door it would be my last time.
Finally crossing the room I stopped in front of the mahogany lowboy and noticed the empty space above it. Thinking about it now I have nothing here that gives this room character. Other than my bed, chest and lowboy this rooms is empty. The white walls void of pictures, prints, and blemishes. Makeup, perfumes, stuffed animals, all Items that most girls my age would have plenty of, are missing from this room. All the things I should be hoping for has no use to me. In the end they would just be a possessions I'd have to give up.
You only need me.
Quickly pushing the thought aside I opened the chest at the side and pulled out my new uniform. By daylight my position will have change along with my location. Slowly I got dressed putting on every article one by one feeling as if this was a transformation of me. I'm going someplace new where no one knows who i really am. Maybe I could create a new persona. I could be a girl that everyone one loves. Fun, charming, and cute are things I could try.
I' will always be you and you will always be me.
But in the end I'll still be me along with all the delusional issues. I will only be pretending. And they will only love the lie I created. Nothing will come from my effort. While pulling on my fitted white glove I looked to the empty space above the lowboy again hoping to see my reflection but found only the wall.
We're a reflections of one another.
"I shouldn't have broken it."
I made my way to the door quickly grabbing hold of the knob. There was no turning back even if I wanted to. Taking one final breath I forced myself out the room for my final farewell.
The stage is set. what will you do? preform or choke?
"Aniya Wallace."
AGE: 17
RACE: DUAL/UNKNOWN
ORIGINS: UNKNOWN
HEIGHT: 5'4
WEIGHT: 100
OCCUPATION: EXORCIST
YEARS ACTIVE: 11
STATUS: ACTIVE
The file was shut and tossed on a desk top.
"Don't see why they're sending her here. We have enough people here."
"What do you mean by enough? In this line of work there are never enough people."
"I'm pretty sure she's just one of their spies. We don't need someone ratting us out for every little thing."
"Her file says she was a subordinate of General Cross."
"And how long has it been since then?
"You can't send her back."
"…"
"Aren't you curious about her Innocence?"
"That's the only thing I'm looking forwards to."