Hey there! It's me again, and here is the 4th chapter. When I write stories in my mother tongue (Greek), I am known as a drama queen (or princess, as my "beta" and friend used to be the queen). Well, the point is that even though I learned from the best, I can't seem to be able to pass that feeling to my stories in English. I am gonna give it a try anyway…
I am going to borrow "Blinding" for this chapter, though sadly it doesn't belong to me. The one and only Florence owns it. I suggest you listen to it while reading.
Alicia's POV.
Seems that I have been held in some dreaming state
A tourist in the waking world, never quite awake
I am running. Or rather she is running. Is it really me?
My feet disobey me as I triple over and fall flat on my stomach, red hair sprawled everywhere before me. Yes, it has to be me.
The floor is black. The walls are black. The ceiling could be no other color.
Or is there any floor?
As soon as the realization came, I'm falling. Damn.
Wake up Al… wake up… I kept chanting in my head.
A blinding light hits me and I close my eyes to the brightness.
A woman is standing before me then, grabbing my wrist in order to keep me stable.
Her age unknown, her face could be one of a girl my age. Her eyes are almost white, as if they have ben drown to the back of her head as she stares at me with a smile that I cannot place in any category. I cannot define the color of her long, straight hair that reaches her ankles, even though I cannot see her ankles. Her dress is a dark shade of green, embroidered with silver.
She takes my wrist in both her hands and a burning sensation floods me.
Felt it in my fist, in my feet, in the hollows of my eyelids
Shaking through my spine, through my scull and down through my ribs
For a moment it hurts so much I think I'm going to slip away from my body, like my soul is going to be torn apart.
The next moment it happens.
I am flying, but it's not really me. I am still down there with her. I can see it. I can see my body.
No. I'm in Rose's guest room, and I have to wake up.
And then it starts again. Images encircle me. I'm drowning in them. they are images from me, from my friends… some I know. They are images from past, present and future mingled together. Some of them I have lived. Some I've heard of. I see people too.
One I recognize s my friend –no, my sister- Rose Hathaway. There is another girl beside her, whom I recognize as Ramona, and another one… I realize that I have never met this one in person, but Rose's stories are enough for me to know. It's him.
Another is Olivia. She is dressed in black, with a veil above her head. In the inside of her wrist there is a strange symbol I have never seen before. It looks like a rune.
And then there is Rose again. She is dressed in a red and black dress that reminds me of medieval times. That is not what causes the cold sweat that runs down my spine. It's the blood. There is blood everywhere around her. Her eyes are a total black…
Wake up Alicia! I was not yelling to myself.
No more dreaming of the dead, as if death itself was undone
Come on… You are stronger than that. You have to control it. Don't let it consume you.
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
You promised…
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
You promised, damn it!
No more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world.
I return to my body. No, that is not my body. I am still in there.
She releases my wrist and the last thing I see is her rich smile, before I blacked out.
And I could hear the thunder
And see the lightning crack
And all around the world was waking
I never could go back
Like that, the sun rises in the sky for another day to begin. Today, though, he is not alone. Grayish clouds are surrounding him in the saddest of ways, as they seem to be drowning him in the sweetest of ways.
Cause all the walls of dreaming, they were torn wide open
And finally it seemed that the spell was broken
Together they are carrying on with a mourning, futile as anything.
Untouched they remain from the thunder's discord, lightning's loyalty remarkable.
And all my bones began to shake, my eyes flew open
I woke up with a start. It took me a while to return to myself and realize that I am still in the guest room. I looked around, taking in the white curtains… the greenish covers of the bed… the wooden furniture.
I sighed in frustration. I can't keep doing that. I promised I would learn to control it. I promised I wouldn't let it consume me. I promised i would be stronger than it.
"I'm sorry Dad…" I heard a weak voice say, in nothing but a whisper. Only a moment later I realized it came from me.
I shook my head disappointed in nobody than myself.
I got out of bed and walked towards the bathroom to get ready to start my day. Whenever I have those dreams they drain me. They make me vulnerable, and I can't be that. Not now, not ever. Not ever again.
"Alicia!" she screams of my younger sister echoed in my ears "Alicia! Wake up! Alicia!". Another scream of terror. "Alicia I need you-
That was the last time I heard Arizona's voice.
I stripped down and got into the shower. As I extended my hand to turn on the water I was immediately taken aback.
Where the woman in the dream had touched my wrist, now was shaped the perfect image of two snakes tangled together, so that you didn't know which tail belonged to which snake. The one was looking towards what looked like the sun, and the other towards the moon.
Great. Just fucking great.
Well, I realize this might seem like making no sense, or like it has nothing to do with the story... but it could have in the near future!
Please let me know if you like this little turn in the story, and if I should continue messing Alicia in the story like that.