Storm clouds were rising at the horizon but the sea was still quiet. Only a
dull grey twilight was shining through the thick foggy blanket which was
covering the sky. This world was void of any noises save for the constant
sound of the waves at the shores and the howling of the wind. There were no
signs of living creatures and even the trees seemed hostile. Everything was
tainted in some shade of grey, white or black. They seemed to be the only
existing colours. He could feel the sand shifting under his shoes and the
wind brushing over his skin as he stood at the forsaken beach staring out
at the sea and he thought that he heard somebody whispering his name.
Somebody was calling him .
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The dream came to an end and the blonde's eyes flew open. Two pools of crystal blue staring into the darkness. But despite the lack of light he knew immediately that he was at home. Or at least that's what he called the place where he and his father lived. But in the depths of his heart he knew that he belonged to somewhere else. He hadn't been there for some time now but maybe he could go back for a short visit or perhaps even for a longer stay. Perhaps that was the reason why this dream kept haunting him. He tried to push these thoughts out of his mind. For his liking it was way too late or too early, depending on how you see it, for such thoughts.
A sigh escaped his lips as he untangled himself from his sheets and got up to open the curtains. It was still dark outside but only a few of the brightest stars were visible between the clouds from within the never darkening city. The cold artificial light from the streetlamps was barely enough to illuminate the dark room. He made his way to the kitchen nevertheless without problems. After getting a glass of water he sat down at the small kitchen table. The last memories of his dreams were already fading away fast when he notice the crumbled piece of paper lying in the middle of the table. He picked it up and began to read the message which had obviously been written in a great hurry. It read:
"I'll be gone for some days. You know where the money is, right? Call me if there should be problems."
Dad
So he was alone again. He knew the procedure all too well. His father would leave for an important business trip and would leave him behind with some money. Enough to pay the bills and buy what else he would need. It had been this way since his parents got divorced and he had to leave his mother and brother and instead move in with his father. He was used to being alone but he was still wondering: 'Would they even care if I just left?'
Suddenly the pictures form his dream came back to his mind and he knew immediately were he could try to escape to. A place where he might be able to spend some peaceful hours without caring about things like friends, school, his band or his future. A place where he was his own master, not depending on his parents or his friends or anyone else. He hadn't been there for a long time but now he felt drawn back to this lonely place. He could almost hear the sea calling his name just like in his dreams. And now he wanted to go. It felt almost wrong not to be there and he knew why. He just had to go for it was the place where he felt welcomed and truly at home.
It hadn't always been like that. The first time he went to this world of shadows he was terrified. He felt so lost and alone with no one around. But he quickly realized that this empty and lifeless world could be his private sanctuary. To him it was the perfect place where he could spend hours alone just thinking. In the Real world he did that too but it was not the same. No matter how hard he tried to get some privacy something or rather somebody would disturb him. He knew that they weren't doing it on purpose and that their intentions may be good but he hated it nevertheless. He had even tried to explain it to them but had eventually given up. Why couldn't they understand him? He honestly didn't know.
Outside small raindrops were still hitting against the windows as he walked over to the bathroom to get one of his father's razors. He really hated what he was about to do but still went on without hesitating. The whole act of cutting his wrists meant nothing to him; it was just a useful tool for his purposes. The stinging and burning pain spread through his arm as the shining piece of metal cut deep into his pale flesh. He pressed his other hand over the bleeding wound and shut his eyes but the blood still kept dripping onto the bathroom floor. The small red spots were contrasting brightly with the cold white porcelain tiles. If this wouldn't make it easier for him to leave the Real world and access the Dark Ocean he wouldn't touch the razor in a hundred years. Too much did he loathe the pain which he inflicted onto himself. With his blue eyes open again he stared at his own reflection in the mirror. His friends would have been shocked if they saw him like that.
His hair, an unruly mess, was hanging into his face, partly hiding his tired eyes. Slowly his look wandered back to his hands once more. The ghostly pale skin had been stained by the crimson blood and they were slightly shaking. But this wasn't what the young blond paid attention to. Patiently he kept staring at his hands while the blood would keep coming and forming a small puddle on the floor and then suddenly it began.
He could feel his body being pulled by an unseen force while the world around him went blurry and started to fade. Everything around him felt so distant now and he could sense something like a dark veil being dropped over his head and cutting off all his connections to the world. He closed his eyes and let the darkness wrapping itself closer around his body and mind and taking him to another world.
***
Finally, after the darkness which had embraced his mind and clouded all his senses, had vanished he opened his eyes just to find himself lying in the cold grey sand of the shores with the waves of the dark sea quietly crashing against them. He stayed like this for a moment, just lying there and inhaling the cold sea breeze before he got up. He brushed the grey sand off of his clothes and stared walking, without a destination or a goal in mind.
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No reviews for the last chapter? Well, that's ok. I mean I know that the story sucks and that it seems to get nowhere but I'm going to finish it anyway. Which doesn't mean that I wouldn't appreciate to get some reviews..
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The dream came to an end and the blonde's eyes flew open. Two pools of crystal blue staring into the darkness. But despite the lack of light he knew immediately that he was at home. Or at least that's what he called the place where he and his father lived. But in the depths of his heart he knew that he belonged to somewhere else. He hadn't been there for some time now but maybe he could go back for a short visit or perhaps even for a longer stay. Perhaps that was the reason why this dream kept haunting him. He tried to push these thoughts out of his mind. For his liking it was way too late or too early, depending on how you see it, for such thoughts.
A sigh escaped his lips as he untangled himself from his sheets and got up to open the curtains. It was still dark outside but only a few of the brightest stars were visible between the clouds from within the never darkening city. The cold artificial light from the streetlamps was barely enough to illuminate the dark room. He made his way to the kitchen nevertheless without problems. After getting a glass of water he sat down at the small kitchen table. The last memories of his dreams were already fading away fast when he notice the crumbled piece of paper lying in the middle of the table. He picked it up and began to read the message which had obviously been written in a great hurry. It read:
"I'll be gone for some days. You know where the money is, right? Call me if there should be problems."
Dad
So he was alone again. He knew the procedure all too well. His father would leave for an important business trip and would leave him behind with some money. Enough to pay the bills and buy what else he would need. It had been this way since his parents got divorced and he had to leave his mother and brother and instead move in with his father. He was used to being alone but he was still wondering: 'Would they even care if I just left?'
Suddenly the pictures form his dream came back to his mind and he knew immediately were he could try to escape to. A place where he might be able to spend some peaceful hours without caring about things like friends, school, his band or his future. A place where he was his own master, not depending on his parents or his friends or anyone else. He hadn't been there for a long time but now he felt drawn back to this lonely place. He could almost hear the sea calling his name just like in his dreams. And now he wanted to go. It felt almost wrong not to be there and he knew why. He just had to go for it was the place where he felt welcomed and truly at home.
It hadn't always been like that. The first time he went to this world of shadows he was terrified. He felt so lost and alone with no one around. But he quickly realized that this empty and lifeless world could be his private sanctuary. To him it was the perfect place where he could spend hours alone just thinking. In the Real world he did that too but it was not the same. No matter how hard he tried to get some privacy something or rather somebody would disturb him. He knew that they weren't doing it on purpose and that their intentions may be good but he hated it nevertheless. He had even tried to explain it to them but had eventually given up. Why couldn't they understand him? He honestly didn't know.
Outside small raindrops were still hitting against the windows as he walked over to the bathroom to get one of his father's razors. He really hated what he was about to do but still went on without hesitating. The whole act of cutting his wrists meant nothing to him; it was just a useful tool for his purposes. The stinging and burning pain spread through his arm as the shining piece of metal cut deep into his pale flesh. He pressed his other hand over the bleeding wound and shut his eyes but the blood still kept dripping onto the bathroom floor. The small red spots were contrasting brightly with the cold white porcelain tiles. If this wouldn't make it easier for him to leave the Real world and access the Dark Ocean he wouldn't touch the razor in a hundred years. Too much did he loathe the pain which he inflicted onto himself. With his blue eyes open again he stared at his own reflection in the mirror. His friends would have been shocked if they saw him like that.
His hair, an unruly mess, was hanging into his face, partly hiding his tired eyes. Slowly his look wandered back to his hands once more. The ghostly pale skin had been stained by the crimson blood and they were slightly shaking. But this wasn't what the young blond paid attention to. Patiently he kept staring at his hands while the blood would keep coming and forming a small puddle on the floor and then suddenly it began.
He could feel his body being pulled by an unseen force while the world around him went blurry and started to fade. Everything around him felt so distant now and he could sense something like a dark veil being dropped over his head and cutting off all his connections to the world. He closed his eyes and let the darkness wrapping itself closer around his body and mind and taking him to another world.
***
Finally, after the darkness which had embraced his mind and clouded all his senses, had vanished he opened his eyes just to find himself lying in the cold grey sand of the shores with the waves of the dark sea quietly crashing against them. He stayed like this for a moment, just lying there and inhaling the cold sea breeze before he got up. He brushed the grey sand off of his clothes and stared walking, without a destination or a goal in mind.
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No reviews for the last chapter? Well, that's ok. I mean I know that the story sucks and that it seems to get nowhere but I'm going to finish it anyway. Which doesn't mean that I wouldn't appreciate to get some reviews..