Ch3:An Endless night
One moon. Just one moon. One silvery, shadowy moon that contained no magic whatsoever.
Bryana leaned against her windowsill and sighed. 'Earth, this planet I am on, is not my home. It is a boring world filled with too little adventure. No way do I belong here.' Fighting sleep, she yawned and glanced at her door. Still shut.
'Good.' She tiptoed to her dresser, where her "mom" had put a framed picture of her when she was celebrating her tenth birthday. It was her best birthday ever, going on rollercoaster rides, laughing with her friends. Memory upon memory flashed through.
FLASH! Free falling on the scariest ride in the park!
FLASH! Eating cotton candy!
FLASH! Tripping on a blond haired girl's foot!
FLASH! Hitting her head on the ground.
And that's when she remembered everything. Even now, looking down at the yellowing picture in the shivering light of the Silver moon- 'the ONLY moon'- she saw the girl in the back, the one she tripped over right after this picture was taken. The blond locks swam through the air...
Bryana frowned, suddenly hitting on an image. Blond locks.... no.... it couldn't be.... but it could. Anything was possible.
Laying the frame back on the desk, she walked to her closet, found her small dress, and rubbed it against her cheek. The light blue fabric tickled her skin and made her smile.
Sarc had on the same dress. Immediately, she dropped it, hitting the floor with a loud CLANK!
"Bryana?"
Realizing her mistake, Bryana jumped back in bad, tucked the covers in, and closed her eyes just when she heard her door open.
"Bryana? I heard someth- oh!" Fabric rustled. Bryana's eyes widened. She jumped out of bed and snatched up her dress. Her "mother's" face paled, and her eyes lowered. "I thought it fell out of your closet."
Bryana glared. "No. I took it out."
"What makes that piece of cloth so special? I should give it to Goodwill. It's so old and-"
"NO!" Bryana lifted the outfit so it tumbled down. It was small. If she had put it on, it would have only touched just below the waist. "It's mine. I want it."
Her "mother" kept her stern face. "Bryana, that thing is years old. It would never fit you anymore. Can't I make you see?" She sighed, implying the redhead's silence. She held her hands out. "Fine. Just let me fold it. It's Two AM. You'd better get some-"
"Some what? Some rest? I already had my nightmares, thank you very much." She snapped. She folded the cloth herself and padded to her bed without another word. Kneeling down, she set it as her pillow, as a good luck charm for nightmares.
"All right." The tension left the endless voice behind her. "Just... know that I love you." She escaped the room.
Bryana scoffed. "Yeah right, you love me. Just enough to give me nightmares." She lay down, resting her head on the cloud of fabric, fully aware of the soon rising of the sun. Her previous thoughts rushed back.
Her lips decreased in moisture so fast, she rapidly licked them to keep them from chapping. She pulled up her covers and snuggled under, instantly missing the sharp wool of her jacket when she was young.
When did she remember that? She sat up, confused, and saw her dress. "What clanked?" she wondered aloud. Reaching out, she stroked the silkiness of the leather-like outfit.
"Bryana."
She jumped, sending her covers flying. She clutched at her dress, and vised her eyes shut. Her curtains blew, and her bangs whipped her cheeks. Icy cold rain splashed through. Bryana stumbled off her bed and tripped on the curatins. Moving her hands in front of her, she screamed.
"Who's there?"
"Don't worry. You shall learn." A voice leered.
"Learn what?" she choked out.
"Why you lived."
"What?!" She looked up and blinked. Everything had turned back to normal.
As normal as being the only one alive can get.
Shivering, Bryana folded her dress, slipped it under her sheets, and crawled back into bed.Sinking into the pillow, she wondered how she was going to sleep.
One moon. Just one moon. One silvery, shadowy moon that contained no magic whatsoever.
Bryana leaned against her windowsill and sighed. 'Earth, this planet I am on, is not my home. It is a boring world filled with too little adventure. No way do I belong here.' Fighting sleep, she yawned and glanced at her door. Still shut.
'Good.' She tiptoed to her dresser, where her "mom" had put a framed picture of her when she was celebrating her tenth birthday. It was her best birthday ever, going on rollercoaster rides, laughing with her friends. Memory upon memory flashed through.
FLASH! Free falling on the scariest ride in the park!
FLASH! Eating cotton candy!
FLASH! Tripping on a blond haired girl's foot!
FLASH! Hitting her head on the ground.
And that's when she remembered everything. Even now, looking down at the yellowing picture in the shivering light of the Silver moon- 'the ONLY moon'- she saw the girl in the back, the one she tripped over right after this picture was taken. The blond locks swam through the air...
Bryana frowned, suddenly hitting on an image. Blond locks.... no.... it couldn't be.... but it could. Anything was possible.
Laying the frame back on the desk, she walked to her closet, found her small dress, and rubbed it against her cheek. The light blue fabric tickled her skin and made her smile.
Sarc had on the same dress. Immediately, she dropped it, hitting the floor with a loud CLANK!
"Bryana?"
Realizing her mistake, Bryana jumped back in bad, tucked the covers in, and closed her eyes just when she heard her door open.
"Bryana? I heard someth- oh!" Fabric rustled. Bryana's eyes widened. She jumped out of bed and snatched up her dress. Her "mother's" face paled, and her eyes lowered. "I thought it fell out of your closet."
Bryana glared. "No. I took it out."
"What makes that piece of cloth so special? I should give it to Goodwill. It's so old and-"
"NO!" Bryana lifted the outfit so it tumbled down. It was small. If she had put it on, it would have only touched just below the waist. "It's mine. I want it."
Her "mother" kept her stern face. "Bryana, that thing is years old. It would never fit you anymore. Can't I make you see?" She sighed, implying the redhead's silence. She held her hands out. "Fine. Just let me fold it. It's Two AM. You'd better get some-"
"Some what? Some rest? I already had my nightmares, thank you very much." She snapped. She folded the cloth herself and padded to her bed without another word. Kneeling down, she set it as her pillow, as a good luck charm for nightmares.
"All right." The tension left the endless voice behind her. "Just... know that I love you." She escaped the room.
Bryana scoffed. "Yeah right, you love me. Just enough to give me nightmares." She lay down, resting her head on the cloud of fabric, fully aware of the soon rising of the sun. Her previous thoughts rushed back.
Her lips decreased in moisture so fast, she rapidly licked them to keep them from chapping. She pulled up her covers and snuggled under, instantly missing the sharp wool of her jacket when she was young.
When did she remember that? She sat up, confused, and saw her dress. "What clanked?" she wondered aloud. Reaching out, she stroked the silkiness of the leather-like outfit.
"Bryana."
She jumped, sending her covers flying. She clutched at her dress, and vised her eyes shut. Her curtains blew, and her bangs whipped her cheeks. Icy cold rain splashed through. Bryana stumbled off her bed and tripped on the curatins. Moving her hands in front of her, she screamed.
"Who's there?"
"Don't worry. You shall learn." A voice leered.
"Learn what?" she choked out.
"Why you lived."
"What?!" She looked up and blinked. Everything had turned back to normal.
As normal as being the only one alive can get.
Shivering, Bryana folded her dress, slipped it under her sheets, and crawled back into bed.Sinking into the pillow, she wondered how she was going to sleep.