This chapter has been revised.
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Chapter Three: Illusions
I lay on the pale sheets, staring at the decrepit ceiling with a blank expression.
My last day here.
No...
My last night here.
A crooked smile made its way to my face as I finally closed my eyes, welcoming sleep.
Black.
My sight was somewhat debatable but...
Black.
As a child, there was always that phobia of the darkness.
But now...
Unsettling.
I felt no fear, but instead an emotion of incredible sorrow.
Light.
I wasn't blinded.
Not at all.
A feeling of warmth surrounded me, embraced me, entranced me.
Black.
And the light was gone, along with the warmth that enveloped me just some time ago.
And then...
Cold.
The frigid feeling encompassed me and all too soon, I wished for the warmth that left me.
Left me...
Alone.
I wasn't allowed much movement, but I could sense that I was definitely alone.
And yet...
One last emotion was endured, and still I could not comprehend what it was.
I thought for a minute.
Was it... pain?
Maybe it was; maybe it wasn't. But I do know one thing. That... feeling was gnawing its way into my very core. The urge to scream, to do anything to express pain, was intense.
At that moment, I lost all sense. No sound would escape my parted lips; I didn't know whether my eyes were open or shut.
...drip...
It was as if time stopped at that very moment. I couldn't hear anything, see anything, or touch anything.
It was more like something I sensed, rather than felt.
It was then that I felt it.
The increasingly wet substance on my skin.
No tears have escaped my eyes so far, so...
...what?
It was then that I was allowed movement. It was then that I was allowed my sight, my hearing, and my touch. It was sickening and I was horrified to peer any closer at the magnificent red substance on my flesh.
It was then that I screamed... silently into the darkness.
Blood.
Even though my voice wasn't reacting, my sense of smell was fine.
And I smelled the metallic odor of blood.
Was...Was I wounded?
My questions didn't stop there.
Is... Is this my blood?
...Or is it someone else's?
I closed my eyes shut and breathed in.
I didn't want to be here.
I immediately concluded that it was extremely breath taking.
Cherry Blossoms littered the grounds and flew carelessly in the breeze.
Beautiful...
But then...
The park was unoccupied.
..Swish...
An inanimate object flew past me and bounced over one of the benches in the park
A girl came running after it, not much older than seven... She was a lovely image to look at, her short auburn hair swaying in the wind as she tried her hardest to catch the bright red ball.
Suddenly, the ball was caught by two slender hands. I looked at the beholder and saw an elegant woman with features not unlike the girl's.
Beside her was a brunet. He had an intimate relationship with the woman, I decided, glancing at the hand draped possessively around her waist.
The girl smiled widely and rushed up to get the ball, the brunet then scooping her up, as if she weighed nothing at all, and swinging her around in the air, a teasing grin on his face.
Her giggles of delight were carried by the wind and I smiled softly, basking in the soft atmosphere.
Just as I was about to glance at the kid again, I found a much older girl replace her. Sobs wracked her petite frame and I noticed an ancient photograph in her tiny hands.
Just then, I realized the change of the environment. The park was replaced by the room while the cherry blossoms were gone, substituted by old trunks that were placed randomly around in the room.
An attic, I realized.
A feeling of familiarity crept into my skin.
A pitiful sight, I thought.
Tears cascaded down her face, and it seemed like it would never end.
I wanted to comfort her, to tell her that it was alright, but every time I'd touch her, my hand went through her body. It was like I was a ghost, a transparent being.
The door suddenly flung open.
The brunet I saw earlier, looking five years older, looked at the sobbing girl in disgust.
The girl, peeking at him from underneath her long bangs, regarded his presence with a solemn expression. He shouted at her, that much I could tell.
But he didn't stop there.
He snatched the photograph from her hand and ripped it, carelessly throwing it aside.
He kicked her hard.
I looked on in shock and terror while the brunet abused her.
He disliked her tears, I noticed. But with every act of violence directed towards her, a new collection of tears spilled over.
It was futile.
She opened her mouth, as if pleading for him to stop. I stood there unmoving, unable to do nothing but watch in horror.
The thing is, he never stopped.
I awoke in cold sweat. I
looked around and sighed in relief.
A dream.
A dream, I reassured myself.
So many questions plagued my mind.
All asking the same thing: Why?
I smiled sadly. I
can't very well go to sleep any more.
My eyes scanned my room until it rested on a certain picture which was taken at a place of many Cherry Blossoms.
A picture that showed a man, and a woman whose hand was clung by a little girl... who held a ball.
End Chapter
Do you know who that little girl in Anzu's dream was? If you don't, I suggest you read the dream sequence again. The next chapter will clear out a few things. One of which, why did Mai name Anzu, Miss Tuberculosis? You'll find out... eventually.
This chapter has been revised.
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