A PROLOUGE

It was cold and dark in the room which I was in. It had no furniture nor a door or windows, I was trapped inside a pitch black box with no way in or out. I tried to make a way out by punching the walls, but by each punch I gave the weaker I felt, so I ceased. My back faced the wall that I was punching and I slipped onto the cold floor and brought my knees to my chest to keep myself warm. For a moment there I felt as if I was alone and that no one would come for me this thought betrayed everything I was and felt about myself, why the strongest fighter would want somebody to save her…maybe it's because no one has or will. At the thought of this tears fell from the girls jade orbs and those small tears turned onto sobs. She felt alone, there was nobody here to comfort her, to worry over her well being or to even fight with her. Abruptly she stopped her crying as she heard footsteps just by the other end from where she was. As she heard them slowly getting closer she could not help but to raise her head as if to make an image of the oncoming silhouette, all that she could tell was that it was a male. The last thing that she remembered would be he's rough but caring hands wiping her damp cheeks and giving her a soft kiss on her forehead.

And that's when she woke up covered in sweat and finding her pillow damp, she looked at the direction of a small digital clock and saw that it was 4:15AM annoyed by this she went into the bathroom to splash her face with fresh water to shrug off the distinct feeling that the peculiar dream left her in.

As soon as she left the bathroom the girl or should I say woman returned to her bed to gain sleep one again leaving unnoticed a gentle breeze that flew in from one of her large casement windows.