CHAPTER TWO:

FIFTEEN YEARS LATER

ANAYA:

Everything is dark. I don't know where I am. Everywhere I turn to is darkness, I feel so cold. All I am wearing is an old fashioned white dress with short, off the shoulder sleeves. I'm wearing a tight black corset that cuts off my air supply, I'm having trouble breathing.. The skirt is long to my feet, I notice that I'm not wearing any shoes. The right side of my white skirt is pulled upwards to reveal another skirt but its fabric is made of soft black silk, when I touch it. I'm fascinated by this under skirt because it shimmers under my touch.

My hand travels upwards to touch my throat and I am wearing a chocker. I admire my outfit for awhile. I'm not afraid, maybe a little. Just confused and irritated because I know I am waiting, and I feel like I've been waiting for a very long time.

I'm waiting for him. Suddenly I feel a gust of wind, I shiver as I feel a finger travel up and down my spine and another caressing my throat gently. The chocker I'm wearing snaps and falls into the darkness under my feet.

My breath hitches as his long fingers that feel like they're gloved by velvet traces my jaw line and my lips. I feel his freezing lips caress and glide up and down my neck and shoulder.

I turn to look over my shoulder but I can not see his physical form, there isn't one. I can only feel his presence. In my head words as smooth as silk fill my head of sweet nothing and affectionate compliments. I feel his strong arms wrap around my waist, holding me against a well developed muscled chest as he finally takes my hand and places it against his invisible cheek.

I moan because he is so cold. Turning my head into the invisible person I want to kiss those lips but he stops me suddenly and I feel his finger under my chin to tilt my head upwards. My eyes widen in astonishment, how could I have been so blind to see that the earth was above me, us. But then when I take a closer look, it isn't earth, not at all, it looks somewhat digitalised and I look down into the darkness and realise the earth was below us, in the shadows.

"Then?" asked Haru, big blue eyes bore into my own green ones. "I wake up." I say simply. Shrugging looking out of my two roomed apartment window where traffic busied down the street. "Wow." murmured my best friend, a foolish smile splayed on her rounded face. "Shame you didn't get to see his face. Bet he was a real Bon-Bon." "Yeah," I agree.

"What a shame." I say mockingly. Haru scowled before puffing out her cheeks in a childish tantrum. She loved me, really, but she just wished I was more of a girly girl. I already let her talk me into keeping my hair long. And I applied make up, not a lot, more earthy tones instead of her flashy pinks and blues, reds and greens.

I was in between girly girl and tomboy. I knew I wasn't pretty, plain looking, but every one else would say different. They would say I was pretty. I know better, I know myself. I know of my body, I know of my looks, and most important I know how I feel. They only people I would SOMETIMES allow to convince me to do things were Haru, mother, and Uncle Tai.

Haru and I were best friends from kindergarten upwards, since we were in diapers we would draw together, build towers and paint the classroom walls. As we got older we grew, not too far apart, we were still sisters, despite the appearances. Haru liked dating, liked boys, make up and clothes and shoes. I was more reserved, I had no time for boys and dating, I'm more interested in art and for clothes forget that, give me a pair of slacks and an old t-shirt, a pair of sturdy snickers and I'm ready to go. The make up's ok, as long as I don't apply too much on.

Uncle Tai is the best. I would come round practically every day when I was a kid. He taught me how to enhance my painting skill. He taught me how to play football, and basket ball too. He taught me English, because his wife Cheryl, and two kids, my cousins, Samantha and Drew both fourteen, speak English.

My mum, Kiri, practically gave up everything to raise me from scratch. A beauty in her time. A very strong woman uncle tai would say when ever we go visit the hospital she was checked into. I know my mum went through a lot with my dad. I'm half English and half Japanese. My mum isn't well, something about a tumour that hasn't killed her yet. Every time the doctors believe they remove it, it grows back. I blame my dad. And I am not alone in that. But dad died when I was a baby. But he would smack my mum hard and sometimes gave her hell. I visit her on a regular bases.

That's why I have no time for prince Charmin's and prince frogs. I have work to do. I have my whole life planned out. Finish high school, go to college for Arts. I want to be an artists, I was fond of the idea of a manga artist for a while when I was young and would often draw up plots, timelines, characters and then draw the story from there on. I would take pride in my art and keep each story in a polly pocket folders, they now adorn my shelves heavily.

In the corner of the room I keep a sign I made saying 'for my family'

"Are you okay?" Haru asked suddenly, I snap out of my trance and look at her and smile. "Yeah," I say meekly "Soon." I need not say anymore, she knows where my thoughts go and all she can do is stand back for a while. "Com'on Haru, I'm going to the hospital." She nods apologetically, she's already kept me here for an hour and a half. She briskly hugs me before leaving out the front door. I sighed as I got prepared, I adorned my leather jacket and grey patched scarf, it's winter. It's bitter outside. I put on my black hiking boots to keep my socked feet secure and warm. My leather biking gloves I bought in a yard sale. I hate gloves that cover your fingers, you don't have any grip.

As I take my pone and purse in my zipped pockets and keys in hands I notice something odd near the door. The plants Haru bought me this morning begin to wilt and fall apart on the counter as each petal feel from the stem. I gulped. As I leaned in the TV busted into life, causing my to knock the vase other, spilling it's contents. I give a muffed scream from surprised and agitation. Cleaning up the mess I go to the television and turn it off with the remote. Or I try to. One, no, Two, slightly harder but no, Three, very hard and No luck. Edging towards the TV's off switch I press it quickly and remove my hand as if I've electrocuted. The TV takes a moment as the screen fades into darkness. With my items I run out of my apartment, slamming the door after me.

A/N OMG! I am sooooooo sorry, THANK YOU SO MUCH TO THOSE WHO ACTUALLY WAITED PATIENTLY! THANK YOU! 2 YEARS! I never planned to leave it for that long, so, so, so, sorry! Thank you so much for faving it, thank you for commenting on it!! And I promise I will have the next chapter up VERY soon!

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