AN: Hey guys, so hopefully this will be my first story that I don't regret making and delete instantly, I've been working through some mental health issues and while they're still prominent, they aren't nearly as bad as before.

Anyway this is going to be a VERY long four part series with a hell of a lot of feels, and some fluff of course, the pairings are still going to be kept a secret for now, but i'm sure you'll figure them out sooner than later, I hope you enjoy this first chapter and expect some very quick updates for the first few chapters. Enjoy!

"Y-yang?"

Great...this dream again

"Yang what's going on"

I don't know what else I expected

"Yang seriously! Where's mom!"

And in com-

"Hey I'm sorry squirt...summer she...she's not coming back…"

"N-no, no! You're lying! She's gonna come back! She said she would! She promised!"

"Ruby wait!"

Ruby woke up sweating, the blanket around her becoming a nuisance rather than a form of comfort, she took in her surroundings, she was in her room, the sounds of the old wooden home and the consistent ticking of the clock filled her ears as she drew in deep breaths.

It still surprised her to this day, the amount in which a simple dream was able to impact her would have been amazing, if it weren't for the large amounts of fear that came with it. It had been weeks since her mother passed away, Ruby scoffed at the notion, she didn't know what to believe anymore but that's what everyone said. Passed away, like she was nothing, like she was just another statistic, but the young girl knew better, Summer Rose wasn't a statistic, she was more important than anyone else who had 'passed away', because that was her mother, the most important person there was.

The flawed logic made sense too Ruby, and as she looked around she began to feel an oddly familiar sensation. Slike she was slowly falling, the suffocating feeling of emptiness, he was trapped, the walls to her room becoming smaller and smaller until she realized the room had disappeared all together, all together, she laid there on her solemn bed, crying. New tears replaced old stains on her face, she couldn't believe anyone could cry this much, and slowly a welcoming sense of relief washed over the young girl as she laid there, interrupted only by the voice of her uncle Qrow.

Ruby looked up to him as the room began to expand again, he was speaking, she simply couldn't make out the words, she concentrated trying to hear something, and in doing so the crimsonette realized she had been screaming. How long has she been letting out this ear piercing cry for help? No wonder Qrow had shown up, gaining control she stopped yelling, evening her breathing out to stop herself from hyperventilating.

Calming back down into bed she saw her uncle leave, she lay there calmly not wanting to return to the recurring nightmare, so she simply waited letting her mind wander as she rest.

Hours later the girl saw the sun rise over the horizon, running solely off autopilot. she arrived at the wash room looking into the mirror and realizing how big of a mess she truly was, the bearer of truth being. The dark circles under her eyes, along with the slouch she had picked up, the beginning signs of dehydration, and Ruby knew her breath wasn't doing much better, hygiene certainly wasn't a focus after the incident, then again, nothing was a focus anymore…

Realizing she really didn't care the crimsonette returned to her room, hell bent on wasting the day away in a cocoon of blankets and bed sheets. Ruby was slightly aware of someone calling her name, not enough to draw the girl out of her bed of course, or even determine who the voice belonged to, but it was there none the less.

She simply laid down, thinking over the events that had taken place to get her into this state, the flashbacks, the dreams...her dad…it all came rushing in like a giant wave, and for the first time in weeks, she felt something other than sadness and regret, no this was worse, much, much, worse. She felt hatred, hatred at her parents for leaving, hatred at her sister, hatred at everyone who had failed to be affected by summer's death.

She looked down and saw red, blood began to stain her bed sheets, and before she could contemplate on why, she fell into the ever slightly growing puddle, passing out in the Crimson liquid.

AN: So, that was a thing, short chapter I know but expect more updates within a few days, maybe even tomorrow, not all the chapters will be written this way, I simply chose it as a nice way to bring insight on the actual mindset of the characters apart from the normal perspective, what do you guys think?

Anyway, reviews are always greatly appreciated, you may not understand if you don't write but they really do get me hyped up to start on new chapters, whether it's to criticize, or even just a comment, he'll pm me and I'll answer questions or even just chat, I really love being on a more personal level with my readers and that's why I love writing.

Keep your knees normal every one

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