A/N: This isn't a fanfiction but one of my own original writings. I've decided to upload other original writings that I've done. Let me know what you think...it'd be much appreciated!
~Katana
Breath
Breath. In. Out. In. Out. Step forward. Look over the edge. See the rocks, sharp and pointy? See the waves, crashing on the rocks? Yes, good. Right here, this is where I died.
That dream again; always the same one. I'd been having it since I was little. The same voice assaulting my ears. It had gotten to the point where I'd thought I was hearing it everywhere. It was maddening and I wanted it to stop. Yet at the same time I knew if it stopped, I'd be alone. It was the first thing to ever talk to me, to call my name, be my friend. I just didn't get what it wanted; why keeping telling me, no showing me, this is where it died?
I got up and began my dag. It was the same, day in and day out. I was stuck in an eternal time loop. I longed to be free. I needed excitement, something, ANYTHING to mix it up. That's when I was given the instruction, by the voice no less, to drive to the beach. Something interesting was going to happen.
After an hour of wandering around and just seeing the same stretch of sand and waves crashing the shore, I started to really doubt anything would happen. Then I saw her.
A girl sat atop of a dune, seemingly out of it. Her hair whipped around her face, skirt blowing lightly in the breeze. Yet not even the sand brushing her face seemed to bother her, she just sat there, starring out to a cliff a little while away. Vaguely I recognised it from dream.
"Miss," I called out, my voice just blowing straight back to me. Evidently she still heard me; meeting my eyes briefly, she turned back to the cliff. I was ready to give up but something in my gut told me to stay.
I went over to her. Once again she looked at me, though instead of turning away she smiled. Standing up she looked over to the cliff. "I want to show you something," her voice was barely a whisper and sounded like wind chimes blowing. Then without a further glance or explanation she walked away.
Blindly, I followed her. She led me to the top of the cliff. Breath. In. Out. In. Out. Step forward. Look over the edge. See the rocks, sharp and pointy? See the waves, crashing on the rocks? Yes, good. Right here, this is where I learnt angels don't exist. This is where I died.