..:: false reality ::..
I embraced myself in the new air, not being in that stuffy old town anymore. True that the town was called the wind of new beginnings, but so far that place has only held misery for me. Maybe I should go out without being a poke'mon trainer. But it wasn't legal. I know. I sighed and plopped myself onto the tall grass. A few pidgeys came and tried to peck at me. I shooed them off, throwing a rock at them as they scattered to the winds. I looked at the sky for a while, watching the clouds drift off. I remember that I wished that I was them for a moment. That I was a cloud. I doubted that clouds had things like adults to worry about.
xoxo
Oh god…not again. I was having the same dream over again, being underwater, all that crap. I don't want to see it again. Especially right now. What was the whole point of seeing it if I wasn't ever going to see how it ended? I watched as that black shadow creeped over the water's surface, once again being able to see the bits of golden feathers through the dark. I told myself to wake up now. It was over. I always woke up here. But I didn't. No, not this time, this time was still here.
Now what? I waited, and I saw another black shadow. A smaller one, another bird maybe? The smaller shadow's wingtips touched those of the golden one. I blinked for a moment. Next thing I knew the big shadow was coming at me, the wings in a vertical position, the beak as if were in a head-first landing. Golden beak crashed into the water, hitting my chest first. I felt as if I was dying. First thing I felt was the pain, naturally. Then as I went to touch the part that hurt so much I didn't feel my chest. I felt that beak. Then I saw it, the murky water, instead of looking blue, it had been tainted red. Was that blood? Yes I think so. The beak of the bird had torn right through my body.
The feeling became even worse. The twitching of the bird. It was slowly coming to. It awoken to find me at the end of his beak, not knowing that he had torn right through my insides. I was ripping apart. I wanted to wake up. But I couldn't. All I could do was watch as the phoenix rose up into the air, carrying me with it. I was lifted up by its beak, and when my vision cleared I turned my head around to look at my back, the beak had gone right through me. I could see the other end pierce through my back. I saw my own blood drip down from it. The feeling alone was awful. I had began to throw up, but the huge bird just threw me off carelessly. I fell back into the water, hitting the ice cold deep with a thundering slap. I was dying. And a slow one too. What did I do to deserve this? What?
xoxo
Oh god. I was awake, and not dead. But my chest, the place where that horrid phoenix had flew into…it was still burning. I looked down, clutching something that was not my chest. A dagger. The thing had been lodged through my body. No wonder I was crying when I was awake. This didn't seem so awkward. A trickle of blood slowly ran down my shirt, staining the pure white into a darkened crimson. I pulled the weapon out of my chest, a bit more forcefully than I really wanted to. I was a bit afraid that it had been lodged in there too much, but thankfully not.
After that I sat there thinking for a moment, not quite sure what was going on…and how I could actually take this sort of thing without screaming out loud. It did come as a shock to me, but not as much as I had expected it to be. Then I realized something. It was night. NIGHT! Oh crap. I was going to get a two hour lecture when I got home. I decided I had to go home and I would think of it once I got home. I was still clutching the dagger. I shrugged and stuffed it in my backpack, just incase I needed it.
Wait…where was I? This wasn't the same place that I came to in the morning. Or maybe it was, maybe that it just looked different in the night. But who was I kidding? I was lying to myself, a technique that I developed as something to use to calm myself down…especially when it was times like these. But for some forgotten reason I had thrown that away that technique, I had ignored it completely. I didn't know what I was doing. And I was still crying.
xoxo
I had been wandering for what seemed like hours for now. Walking through thick brush and woods, not quite sure of where I was going. I had finally collapsed atop stone steps. A building was near it, but the lights were off, and plus it looked as if no one had been in there for years. Looking up I saw the ruins of the unown. I had read about this place in the textbooks. Which meant that I was near Violet City. Quite far from New Bark Town, and it would take a while to walk back. It looked as if the sun was beginning to rise.
Either way it didn't matter. I needed a place to rest. And this was the only thing available to me. When I stepped into this thing I didn't know what to expect. And truthfully, I really didn't care. I was tired as hell, and I doubted that anything that stood in my way would stop me from getting any sleep. I think I collapsed on the floor there, and just fell asleep without a word. I remember that the last thing I thought of was if anyone would worry or care about me…knowing that I was gone.
I embraced myself in the new air, not being in that stuffy old town anymore. True that the town was called the wind of new beginnings, but so far that place has only held misery for me. Maybe I should go out without being a poke'mon trainer. But it wasn't legal. I know. I sighed and plopped myself onto the tall grass. A few pidgeys came and tried to peck at me. I shooed them off, throwing a rock at them as they scattered to the winds. I looked at the sky for a while, watching the clouds drift off. I remember that I wished that I was them for a moment. That I was a cloud. I doubted that clouds had things like adults to worry about.
xoxo
Oh god…not again. I was having the same dream over again, being underwater, all that crap. I don't want to see it again. Especially right now. What was the whole point of seeing it if I wasn't ever going to see how it ended? I watched as that black shadow creeped over the water's surface, once again being able to see the bits of golden feathers through the dark. I told myself to wake up now. It was over. I always woke up here. But I didn't. No, not this time, this time was still here.
Now what? I waited, and I saw another black shadow. A smaller one, another bird maybe? The smaller shadow's wingtips touched those of the golden one. I blinked for a moment. Next thing I knew the big shadow was coming at me, the wings in a vertical position, the beak as if were in a head-first landing. Golden beak crashed into the water, hitting my chest first. I felt as if I was dying. First thing I felt was the pain, naturally. Then as I went to touch the part that hurt so much I didn't feel my chest. I felt that beak. Then I saw it, the murky water, instead of looking blue, it had been tainted red. Was that blood? Yes I think so. The beak of the bird had torn right through my body.
The feeling became even worse. The twitching of the bird. It was slowly coming to. It awoken to find me at the end of his beak, not knowing that he had torn right through my insides. I was ripping apart. I wanted to wake up. But I couldn't. All I could do was watch as the phoenix rose up into the air, carrying me with it. I was lifted up by its beak, and when my vision cleared I turned my head around to look at my back, the beak had gone right through me. I could see the other end pierce through my back. I saw my own blood drip down from it. The feeling alone was awful. I had began to throw up, but the huge bird just threw me off carelessly. I fell back into the water, hitting the ice cold deep with a thundering slap. I was dying. And a slow one too. What did I do to deserve this? What?
xoxo
Oh god. I was awake, and not dead. But my chest, the place where that horrid phoenix had flew into…it was still burning. I looked down, clutching something that was not my chest. A dagger. The thing had been lodged through my body. No wonder I was crying when I was awake. This didn't seem so awkward. A trickle of blood slowly ran down my shirt, staining the pure white into a darkened crimson. I pulled the weapon out of my chest, a bit more forcefully than I really wanted to. I was a bit afraid that it had been lodged in there too much, but thankfully not.
After that I sat there thinking for a moment, not quite sure what was going on…and how I could actually take this sort of thing without screaming out loud. It did come as a shock to me, but not as much as I had expected it to be. Then I realized something. It was night. NIGHT! Oh crap. I was going to get a two hour lecture when I got home. I decided I had to go home and I would think of it once I got home. I was still clutching the dagger. I shrugged and stuffed it in my backpack, just incase I needed it.
Wait…where was I? This wasn't the same place that I came to in the morning. Or maybe it was, maybe that it just looked different in the night. But who was I kidding? I was lying to myself, a technique that I developed as something to use to calm myself down…especially when it was times like these. But for some forgotten reason I had thrown that away that technique, I had ignored it completely. I didn't know what I was doing. And I was still crying.
xoxo
I had been wandering for what seemed like hours for now. Walking through thick brush and woods, not quite sure of where I was going. I had finally collapsed atop stone steps. A building was near it, but the lights were off, and plus it looked as if no one had been in there for years. Looking up I saw the ruins of the unown. I had read about this place in the textbooks. Which meant that I was near Violet City. Quite far from New Bark Town, and it would take a while to walk back. It looked as if the sun was beginning to rise.
Either way it didn't matter. I needed a place to rest. And this was the only thing available to me. When I stepped into this thing I didn't know what to expect. And truthfully, I really didn't care. I was tired as hell, and I doubted that anything that stood in my way would stop me from getting any sleep. I think I collapsed on the floor there, and just fell asleep without a word. I remember that the last thing I thought of was if anyone would worry or care about me…knowing that I was gone.