Rose Colored Glasses

Summary: Dreams and wishes don't come true. Not anymore. Not for her.The world doesn't revolve around fairy tales because we live in a world where money makes it go round. Sex sells and she'd do what she had to even if it meant striking a deal with the devil. A new life. But her hands are soaked with blood and only now will she realize promises are made to be broken.

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Chapter II

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In this meadow.

There are probably millions of flowers, every single one of them showered with brilliant color. I'm captivated by their beauty, and I can't help myself from leaning down and touching these silky soft petals.

My very own garden of Eden.

But I know this is short lived.

I'm dreaming.

Everything is far too surreal to be reality.

I don't care though.

This is the only place that I can be free. Far away in fantasia, I can be whatever I want to be. I can be anything and everything.

Here, I am not punished for impossible hopes.

I throw my hands up into the air and laugh. I laugh to my heart's content because deep in my soul I feel nothing but joy. In this dream there is no such thing as sin. No such thing as hurt.

But something goes wrong.

The lovely blue skies disappear to be replaced with clouds drenched with blackening rage.

All those millions of joyous flowers die. Crumble in on themselves until they shrivel up into nothing and push back into the ground.

My tear drops hit the ground and suddenly irises and lilies are sprouting from the grassy lands.

Virgin white.

Completely clean and untouched.

Something that my reality could never achieve again.

I crouch down, the pink material of my dress pooling around my ankles. They were so tempting to touch.

Would I soil them with a simple brush against my finger tips?

Would I taint them with the likes of me?

Resurrection.

Life.

To die for.

"Fucking whore."

So familiar.

Reacurring.

"Nothing in life is free." At those words I look up and into the still locked eyes of Seiya. Blood cascading down his face. I hear his blood splash onto the grass and petals.

I'm drowning in red.

His lips are pulled back into a cold sneer. "It ends here." Twisted and turned limbs, he charges. The flowers have grown like vines around my ankles keeping me in place.

"It ends here." He shouts at me, spitting up blood.

I'm drowning in red.

"Here-..."

I wake up with a start as I'm being shaken.

"Serena, wake up." Saph's voice reaches my ears as I wipe my hands over my face. "We're here."

I force myself not to cry in front of him.

It seems that even in my dreams, love doesn't make the world go around.

My hand is shaking when I reach for the door handle.

"Serena?" Don't waste your concern on me. I'll only lose it. "You okay?"

Force a smile. "Just a bad dream." Act like nothing went wrong. Like nothing is wrong. Like nothing can go wrong. "Anyway, thanks again,"

I don't wait for him to say anything as I quickly make my way into the building of my apartment. I live in the Dakota. It's supposed to be one of New York's best known apartment buildings. And at the time, Dime wanted nothing but the best for me. For us.

I walk through the entrance haggardly, just wanting to get to my room. To feel the scolding water against my skin, washing away the night's events. The feel of his fingers touching me. The sound of his voice. The way he looked at me. I don't want to feel any of it.

"Good morning, miss Tsukino." I cringe as my journey comes to a sudden halt.

I turn around to face him. A genuinely warm smile is gracing my lips, and I wave. "Good morning Charles. How are you?"

"I'm all right, thank you for asking." His smile slowly drops. "Oh, dear what happened to your face? Is everything okay?"

Fib just a little more.

"Don't worry about it Charles. There was a fight at the club and I just happened to be on someone's bad end. It was just an accident."

He chuckled, shaking his head. "I think you have about the worst luck ."

He had no idea.

Lady luck is just never on my side. I don't think she ever really liked me in the first place.

A forced laugh makes it's way up my throat. "You know me. If I didn't have bad luck, I don't think I'd have any luck at all."

"I don't think that's true. I bet the stars are writing out your fortune as we speak." The blithe sounds of his chortling. "Oh, miss I almost forgot-..."

"I'm sorry Charles, I'm just so exhausted now. Would you mind telling me later?"

He just smiles.

"Bye Charles."

"Good day, miss Tsukino." He tips his hat at me, and continues his post at the door.

I wait patiently for the elevator. As soon as I get inside, I press button number 5 and lean my head against the cool wall

I relish in the coincidental fact that nobody boards the elevator the whole ride to my floor. When I get to my door, I lean on my toes to retrieve the key from the door frame. I put the key in and open the door, depositing it on my kitchen counter. I make my way to my room greatfully. I haven't turned on any lights yet so it remains dim, the only light being the peaking sunshine through my curtains. I toss my jacket onto my floor and begin the task of removing my boots. I put the items on my dresser, and leave my boots a heap on the floor.

It's me.

I look into the mirror at my reflection.

It's me.

This girl. Broken up with a face showered with scratches and bruises. This girl wearing short skirts only coming back home at dawn.

It's me.

I cautiously bring my fingers to my lips and pat them across my bruises cheek, wincing at the soreness.

Pain; a distressing sensation in a particular part of the body, mental or emotional suffering or torment.

It was a dark cloud hanging over my head.

Me.

I was sinking in hurt.

I don't know if I could ever get out of this.

"You got home all right."

I jumped. My dresser rattled, knocking my jewelery box to the floor. I didn't bother picking it up. I gripped the wood of the furniture as I focused my vision. Staring straight into the mirror I saw him sitting across the room in a chair staring back at me. Amused filled eyes.

Always laughing.

"Why so jumpy, Sere?"

"You scared me!" Hand to my heart as I turn to face him. "How long have you been waiting?"

He sat up straightening before abandoning the chair all together. Taking long, confident strides towards me, he said. "Long enough."

I look away, but his callous finger tips are touching the side of my cheek. I wince as he touches the sensitive bruise that graces the side of my face. "Something wrong?" He grabs my jaw, forcing me to face him. "Look at me."

"It's nothing." My voice is meek.

I find myself stuttering.

So afraid.

Hide. Run away. If I could, I would. But it's useless to dream because he would find me. I know he would.

Oh, the lives we live.

"What happened to you?" His voice is soft. Quiet.

And I remember him how he used to be.

I wish we could go back there.

Live in a happier, oblivious past.

But wishes only come true for all the good little boys and girls.

The past.

Once filled with laughter and rushed yet sweet kisses. I should have savored every good moment I shared with him. All those memories. Even under the utter falseness. I'd still go back.

I'd still go back.

I would.

"Nothing." His thumb traces my bottom lip. "A customer just got a little rough that's all."

Cold eyes narrow.

"Nothing happened. He was just expecting something else." I look away from his probing eyes. "I took care of it."

Hurt.

Pain.

This time, with fingers digging into my bruised cheek forcefully. I can feel my eyes burning at the pain. Tears stinging the back of my lids.

Just let me go.

"It's taken care of it." The words come out much louder than I intended.

I just want it to stop.

Open my eyes.

And I'm met with his cold smile.

Change. People always do it. For some people, that's just who they are...like chameleons. You can't stop it. You can never stop it. Even when you think they're as best as they can be. Nobody stays the same forever. Nobody. Not one person. They change on their own. People don't change people. It only appears that they have changed the way you want to see them. Illusions. It's not real. Once they pretend to change for you, you know that they have changed. They aren't the same. Why would they lie?

You don't remember falling in love with a liar.

You don't remember giving your heart to a liar.

But it was a lie.

Everybody lies.

And then there's change.

I feel him press his lips against mine. His mouth moving against mine. I taste mint.

But I don't respond.

He tries to deepen the kiss. His lips slanting over mine, attempting to force his tongue through the barrier my lips have created.

Numb.

That is the only emotion I feel momentarily.

I don't want to move.

I don't want to speak.

I don't want to feel.

I don't want to hear.

The world will keep on spinning.

I break away. "Baby, I'm sorry. I'm just so exhausted. All I want to do is take a shower right now."

I mentally applaud myself at how stable my voice is.

He kisses my neck. "Of course." He gives me a quick peck on the lips, his hand on my hip. "Go take a shower and we'll go out to breakfast."

"But I-..."

"You're hungry aren't you?"

I smile up at him. "Yeah, I am."

"So then? We'll go to breakfast."

"Okay." Defeated. I relent. "Okay."

I wish I could run away. Running away. Running with the wind whipping though my hair, my eyes watering from the wind. Birds chirping a sort of tune to my ears. I'm outside myself. Moving forward toward an unknown destination. The great unknown. I'll keep running away from it all. This world and all it's problems.

Far away. Where no one would know who I was.

Start over.

Fresh.

Clean slate.

But when you hide, you're always found.

Always.

Instead of running I walk over to the shower. I keep turning the hot water knob until it's scolding. Scorching hot.

I want to burn out the memory.

I step into the water and immediately feel the sweltering needle like drops of water sizzling against my skin. I grab a bar of soap sitting on the rack and my wash cloth and scrub until I'm red. I'm coated in this feeling. I lean against my the back of the shower and let the water burn me from the outside.

"Serena!"

And it's over.

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