Chapter One: "Home(?)"
"You can't take me away! You can't!"
Hah. Hah.
Hah.
An exhale of wind smeared the glass that separated her from reality. The sandy yellow sauropod could do nothing but frown, as she fixated her gaze unto the tarpaulin roof that shielded numerous crates' contents from massive drops of unclean rain. My home...
Her hazel eyes pierced the night sky above her, with the dreading illusion of slightly visible mist, fog and clouds that blanketed the moon, those of which made a hopeless sigh escape her jaw. She felt her chest ache and heart grow heavy, misery spreading through her veins. ...I'm leaving my home...
Bayleaf was always reminiscent. She always found herself drowning in whatever she thought of: awkward moments, happy thoughts, the pains of the truth, lovely plants, devious plots, mysterious neighbors; anything under the sun, really. This, however, didn't really prove to be helpful at the moment, especially when she wanted to shrug off and forget...
...my home.
Hah. Hah. Hah hah.
Hah...
Another breath blurred the icy cold wall. Bayleaf raised her head, the bead-like leaves decorating her slender neck making a maraca-like jingle. At that, she saw the full moon gazing back at her, the silvery silk that surrounded it giving the planet an air of grace to it. A soft smile broke on her lips. The moon makes me feel...welcome...like my... ... ...home.
It torn her character completely, even she knew. Well, she didn't know what "it" was, or depending on the case, "who", but she knew her watery eyes finally broke her sane. Bayleaf grit her teeth in utter exasperation, then recklessly charged the fragile-looking barrier with much force.
A small crack appeared; not enough.
Bayleaf licked something salty. I'm crying...
She felt really pessimistic at the moment; thinking of the worst-case scenarios: the engine she was riding on would be penetrated by flames, the glass never breaking, never regaining freedom, the trip to somewhere going on infinitely, her "home" ensuing with chaos...she felt herself slowly slipping away at these horrific ideas that rooted in her head.
"H-h-HOME!" She bellowed at the top of her lungs, her eyes and cheeks easily swollen red, flushed with traumatic depression.
"B-Bayleaf...you don't seem to be okay..."
The dinosaur maintained her enraged features as her eyes scanned the two-foot volcano mouse. The cat-ears that drooped out of drowsiness, the curled-up posture of his fluffy and furry paws, the gleaming blue-green fur, the peach underbelly, the several bald spots that seldom made an appearance lay bare in front of her, almost looking..."asleep", and the a crimson eyes that showcased itself through snake-like slits. It kind of pissed her off that her childhood friend was oblivious to the days she spent in a flurry of crying. "Magmarashi," Bayleaf mouthed.
"Yeah; you aren't," the creature called Magmarashi ignored, speaking in a nonchalant tone, night's silence he painstakingly maintained with a weak voice. "What's the problem?"
Bayleaf practically didn't hear her though; she continued her endless word-rampage with a strong voice, as she continued to weep in between as well. "Let...me...get...HOME!"
Her face was as the shade of a tomato now, still drastically frustrated from her little "home". This followed a series of heavy panting, as her eyes were nowhere close to stoic; not even close to calm! She knew this was how life came around nowadays, but despite that, she still couldn't hold the years of charged anger in anymore.
Magmarashi sighed, his brows furrowed in conern. He really did consider Bayleaf as one his priorities, given the fact that he, well, liked — like, ok — her (if he ever said this aloud and in front of her face, he'd be content with a ruined future with no money, no family, and no...hope in any other good things). He pitied his best friend's unusual character, which was a gloomy one.
...
if you look at things more closely, you'd realize that that isn't Bayleaf.
"I'm sorry; I'm just...conflicted." She said, her words snapping him into his conscious, as gloom was exhibited. "Conflicted in...emotions..." Bayleaf stared at the barely-broken train window, the toenail-like paw rubbing the area with the shards of glass that was close to falling on the metallic surface of the floor. Magmarashi nodded knowingly; though in truth was clueless on a next response. He sighed; was Bayleaf actually being difficult to handle?
Drowned in reminiscence, the fire-type sighed.
Home...huh.