Hi, this is my first fanfic so bear with me! Hope you enjoy it :)
They say that life's a dream, but I tend to disagree. I guess you could call my life insomnia. Take now for instance, I was running more rapidly than my legs could carry me, but still I needed to go faster. The stone gravel cut groves into my bare feet, making me feel very much awake. I turned a corner to find a police car and two officers advancing on my position. Shouts for me to stop erupted over the overbearing wail of the sirens, forcing me to dig my hands into the sides of my head. The loud noises were too much for my delicate senses. To me, each sound had the intensity of fifty loud speakers and then some.
A police man put his hand on my shoulder, jolting me out of my reverie. My fist shot out at his face, making contact harder than I'd intended to. I felt his nose crack like an egg and watched as blood began to spew from his face. Oops. Bringing, his hands up to his face, he instantly recoiled in shock. I decided not to tempt fate by standing there any longer so I turned on my heels and sped away.
If anything, my stunt had only made them more intent on catching me because more and more officers seemed to take up the chase. They were now pursuing me on foot and gaining on me rapidly. I pictured an ominous presence telling me: "you can run, but you can't hide", so I decided I ought to find somewhere to hide, just to be awkward. I didn't think to consider whether the decision would come back to bite me in the back side.
I swiftly made for the door of an old and tattered shop- my torn, white hospital gown billowing out behind me. I resolved to move every piece of furniture I could find to barricade the rather flimsy looking door and to my relief, I watched the officers run past, oblivious. Pressing my back to the wall, I slid down to the floor, my chest rising and falling harshly. A small cough brought my attention to a woman stood at the far end of the shop, which was odd considering the fact that it must have been nearly two o'clock in the morning. I quickly scrambled to my feet and to my surprise, a smile spread across her beautiful face.
"What is your name child?" she said, her voice a sweet melody.
"Tara," I replied, with no idea why I was trusting her.
"Ah, Tara: our star," her voice resembled the ringing of bells and left me with a strange, warm feeling. The slight movement of her head drew my attention to the shimmering array of golden locks that cascaded over her shoulders. I stared at my own, matted hair. The brown curls were so dark, that they were nearly black and were probably best described as frizzy rather than curly. However, the dark locks suited my milky-chocolate skin tone.
"You're looking for a way out," chimed the woman, interrupting my thoughts.
"That would be quite helpful," I said, walking towards her. Her expression somewhat darkened.
"But are you ready?" A look of doubt and worry glinted in her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by her previous pleasant expression.
"I've never been more ready," I said, not quite getting her meaning. All I wanted was to get as far away as possible as fast as possible. The woman nodded knowingly and pulled open a door. If you'd asked me ten seconds earlier if there was a door I would have sad no, but now it seemed like it had been there all along. What was on the other side wasn't clear; it was both dark and light at the same time. It simultaneously went everywhere and nowhere. That didn't matter though. Going through seemed right and even if I had wanted to turn back, my legs would still have carried me towards it. Its pull was like gravity. I turned to the woman, who was stood there smiling back at me.
"Thanks," I whispered, "but I never got your name."
"Galadriel," she replied as I took a final step through the doorway.
