His Voice
DISCLAIMER: No, I don't own it.
When I dream I always come to the same place. It's always this field with flowers and a purple sky. Sometimes the flowers are different. Like last week the flower choice was little yellow tulips, then snapdragons, and of course the ever famous rose came into the scene.
Now I thought the roses would be replaced at some point, but they stayed there. I'm not complaining ,I love roses. But there was something different about these roses. They were.........black. Black roses always made me think of death and this was no different than those times. The first time I saw them it reminded me instantly of a funeral and I wanted to wake up. Strange thing is I can't. Ever since the accident I have not been able to wake up, and that's when the black roses first appeared. if the roses aren't already frail enough, they are slowly turning into paper. Yep, you heard right. Black paper roses. Another strange thing is lately I have been seeing blood on some of them.
One day while looking up at the unmoving purple sky a strong wind came through my dream. Now you wouldn't usually feel any winds here. You would just know they were there from the way the trees and plants moved ...but I felt this one. So. So...Cold. Like winter rushed through all at once. It was...........scary. The trees and fruits withered into nothingness and the sky was no longer a claming purple hue. It was still purple in some areas but with the purple were a lot of other colors. It was almost chaotic looking. As the wind stirred up again another chill ran down my spine and I reached up to brush the hair out of my eyes. Something thick and wet was on my forehead the moment I touched it. I brought my hand back down and the smell of flesh erupted into my nose. There on my hand and traveling up to the middle of my arm was a deep gash. It was bleeding profusely and the blood spilled as it gushed out as if it were tainted with acid. I looked down as I watched a drop of blood fall off my arm and hit a black paper rose. I am still here, locked inside my dream. My blood is covering the field now. It has become a place full of blooded black paper roses.
Then, suddenly, there was a light that shone like no other. It shone down on me and my blood vanished and a voice came to me.
"Rinoa..."
It was him pleading for me to speak to him, to call out his name. I tried, oh how I tried so hard to force my shouts to reach him. But my voice could not escape my mental prison.
"Squall I'm here!!!" I yelled. "I am right here! Squall..Please." I faded as I realized that it was no use.
I stopped trying, but for some reason, hearing his voice gave me courage and hope. Even though it was a cry of despair from him I knew I would make it out. I had to. I couldn't abandon him. Ever.
"I will return to you Squall, I promise."
A/N: That's it for now. Don't forget to Review and Let me know what you think. It's really appreciated...Really.- Gray Wolf Demon
DISCLAIMER: No, I don't own it.
When I dream I always come to the same place. It's always this field with flowers and a purple sky. Sometimes the flowers are different. Like last week the flower choice was little yellow tulips, then snapdragons, and of course the ever famous rose came into the scene.
Now I thought the roses would be replaced at some point, but they stayed there. I'm not complaining ,I love roses. But there was something different about these roses. They were.........black. Black roses always made me think of death and this was no different than those times. The first time I saw them it reminded me instantly of a funeral and I wanted to wake up. Strange thing is I can't. Ever since the accident I have not been able to wake up, and that's when the black roses first appeared. if the roses aren't already frail enough, they are slowly turning into paper. Yep, you heard right. Black paper roses. Another strange thing is lately I have been seeing blood on some of them.
One day while looking up at the unmoving purple sky a strong wind came through my dream. Now you wouldn't usually feel any winds here. You would just know they were there from the way the trees and plants moved ...but I felt this one. So. So...Cold. Like winter rushed through all at once. It was...........scary. The trees and fruits withered into nothingness and the sky was no longer a claming purple hue. It was still purple in some areas but with the purple were a lot of other colors. It was almost chaotic looking. As the wind stirred up again another chill ran down my spine and I reached up to brush the hair out of my eyes. Something thick and wet was on my forehead the moment I touched it. I brought my hand back down and the smell of flesh erupted into my nose. There on my hand and traveling up to the middle of my arm was a deep gash. It was bleeding profusely and the blood spilled as it gushed out as if it were tainted with acid. I looked down as I watched a drop of blood fall off my arm and hit a black paper rose. I am still here, locked inside my dream. My blood is covering the field now. It has become a place full of blooded black paper roses.
Then, suddenly, there was a light that shone like no other. It shone down on me and my blood vanished and a voice came to me.
"Rinoa..."
It was him pleading for me to speak to him, to call out his name. I tried, oh how I tried so hard to force my shouts to reach him. But my voice could not escape my mental prison.
"Squall I'm here!!!" I yelled. "I am right here! Squall..Please." I faded as I realized that it was no use.
I stopped trying, but for some reason, hearing his voice gave me courage and hope. Even though it was a cry of despair from him I knew I would make it out. I had to. I couldn't abandon him. Ever.
"I will return to you Squall, I promise."
A/N: That's it for now. Don't forget to Review and Let me know what you think. It's really appreciated...Really.- Gray Wolf Demon