Author's Note: Well hi there. This is the first piece of fanfiction I've ever written (oh my, I'm not very good at this). So erm, yeah, I really hope you like it! It sort of came to me a few days back so I decided to spring into action before I forget it! Please be easy on me! I welcome reviews with open arms! :D
The skies were of a pinkish shade, a promise that there would be quite a downpour a while later. Kimiko stared out of her window, then returned her gaze back to her room.
It was not particularly cramped, but it was not particularly big either. The faint glow from the streetlights outside bounced off the cream-coloured walls and off the mahogany shelf filled with books. A portal to another world where troubles weren't her own. A world where eventually things would sort itself out and the protagonist would live happily ever after. She pulled her knees to her chest and stayed in this position for a while, a petite figure in a field of crumpled white sheets. 5 minutes passed. And her mind was made up.
It was time to go.
She peered out into the living room and found her mother sprawled over the couch surrounded by a sea of crushed beer cans and emerald bottles. What else was new, she sighed inwardly. Taking care not to step on any of the bottles or cans lest they impaled her half-frozen feet, she gingerly made her way to the door and turned the lock. Click. Muttering under her breath about noisy locks, Kimiko swiftly spun around. Nope, her mom was still asleep. She let out a breath she did not realise she had been holding. Looking back one last time, she decided that she did not need anything. She was running away, not just from this house, but from this world. Nah, she did not need anything.
She shut the door behind her and realised she had no way of locking it. Whatever, it's not like they had anything valuable to steal from the house anyway.
And she ran.
As she was halfway down the empty streets, running with only a pair of thin black knee-high socks on, the skies lighted up and she heard a faint rumble in a distance. She decided to quicken her pace, though she did not know what for. She would be dead in a couple of hours anyway. Why would she care if she got soaked or not? But for some reason, she just did. And it poured.
"FUCK THIS SHIT!" she screamed at the top of her lungs and stopped running. She ran her hands through her damp and tangled hair and wallowed in self-pity for a moment before she caught sight of a shrine nearby. Perhaps she could seek shelter there, just for tonight. She sprinted up the steps and found a temple and a well-house. The temple was locked, so the well-house would have to do. But what if the owner of the shrine found her inside?
She peered down the well, grabbed a pebble she found on the ground and tossed it in. Thwack. Deciding it was safe, she climbed over and jumped, bracing herself for the impact. But it never came. Instead, when she opened her eyes, she found herself surrounded by a myriad of indescribable objects. It felt like she was in another dimension, or possibly, even a time warp.
So this is how a concussion feels like, she groaned inwardly. Strangely, she did not feel any sort of ache in her head. After what seemed like a century or so, it vanished and she found herself at the bottom of the well. Well, that was certainly queer, she thought. I'd better get some sleep. Totally bushed from whatever that was.
And she curled into fetal position and fell into a deep slumber.