Hi everyone! :) *waves* This is my first fanfiction story and I will try my best to update as and when I can because university is just so hectic. Hope that you enjoy the really short chapter below. Without further ado... Let's begin. :)
Dawn's POV [12 years old]
"Why? Why did you lie to me?" A certain bluenette asked, tears streaming down her face.
"… I'm sorry." With that, he turned & left.
The rain was pouring, I was crying, my heart was weeping, and if I didn't know better, I would say… my heart felt like it was going to burst any moment. Why? Why did he have to be so mean to me?! What have I done wrong to him? Why…? The weather.. It seems to envelop how I am feeling right now – pain, anguish, sorrow, and just pure, abject sadness. I crouched to the ground, feeling for once… so alone, and so lonely in the world. I don't know who I can trust anymore. I whispered to myself. How am I going to survive in this world? If there's one thing that I fear the most, that's loneliness. Slowly, I got up from the crouching position I was on. Still shaking visibly, but not because of sadness per se, I trudged.. slowly.. but.. steadily.. to the lift, which will take me to the highest level. Life is no longer worth living anymore, I thought miserably. Consumed in my sadness, I did not realise that there was someone heading my direction. "BUMP"! "I'm so sorry!" I apologised.
"Oh dear, why are you so upset, young girl? It's really dangerous for you to be out here by the storm." Standing before me was an old woman, who's eyes were twinkling as she spoke. Something about her don't feel right… I thought to myself. As though she read my mind, the mysterious old lady spoke, "Now now, I mean you no harm my dear, it's just.. You looked really upset – what with the puffy eyes and red nose. I was just thinking, perhaps you would feel better if you share your sorrows with me over a warm cup of hot chocolate that they sell just down the street. I heard it's really good." She looked at me earnestly under her umbrella, while I contemplated my options. After an internal struggle, I nodded my head. Perhaps she can help me.. She looks wise though something about her just don't feel right. Hmm…
"Say.. What would you give to be able to read people's minds?" The old lady abruptly asked.
I looked at her, dumbfounded. What does she mean what would I give? I would give anything for that! If that will save me from the pain I feel now, and would…
"Now dear, you will find it hard to accept things initially and you will feel a great deal of cognitive dissonance. I assure you however, that if you are able to go through that, then you will turn out fine and what you can do will become an asset." The old lady spoke again.
By now, I couldn't believe my ears. Either the old lady is a very perceptive lady or she can read my mind. I mean, how else is it possible, right? I turned to her, and said, "What would you like me to give up in return for that…" Before I could finish my sentence, I realised that I was being ridiculous! The power to read minds – it's not real, isn't it? Why am I even having a "what-if" conversation with her? I snorted.
"Ah, I see the acceptance and desire in your heart. To be qualified for it, let the trials begin." That was the last thing I heard before I blacked out.