Hey all, this is the sequel to my priorly finished story "Cloudy dreams" As you may already know, this story may delve into areas such as; depression, slight violence, thoughts of suicide, and supernatural abilities. You have been warned. Other than that, have fun. I do not own any of the ppl in this story except for mishy, he's all mine, you can't have him.
Ohh, before you go on, if you haven't read "Cloudy Dreams" it is to your best idea that you do, otherwise you WILL be very lost. Now, please continue...
Live tommarrow... Die today...
Chpt. 1 - Thoughts of a Dead girl
It was once said in ancient lore that "The demons will come and the demons will go but the pain will last forever." Well, in her case it seemed all to true. She lifted her eyes toward the clear night sky that stood outside her bedroom window and stared longingly at the stars above. They never had to go through pain and lose like she had. She had indeed lost everything, just as she regained her own personality, her own emotions, she lost the one person she truly loved. It was so very odd, to find that for once the enemy had found a means that could have taken out the moon family for all eternity, and to save her it had cost her the one she loved. It was all that woman's fault, She had delved into Rini's mind and taken control of her emotions, leading her to believe that she was worthless, that she should die. Then a boy with no connection to her that she could remember appeared out of no where, convinced her other wise, and then died for her. It wasn't fair.
With the swiftness of the pixes spoke of in folklore she tore from her room and stumbled down the stairs to the first floor of the house, mumbling incoherently the entire way. Stooping in the hall before the kitchen door her hand rested gently on the brass panel in the door meant to be the point of impact as it were to swing open. The moonlight glinted through a nearby window and cast a pale gleam over the small frame standing alone there, she looked more pale than ever before, she looked like a ghost. Shoving her way forward she made her way quickly and swiftly toward the ob jet she had come for and then made her way to the back entrance to the house. Stepping into the yard beyond, the knife in her hand shimmering faintly in the moonlight, twinkling in response to the calling of the stars. Her path was steady and her steps were true as she walked onward, around the corner of the house and into the street beyond.
Standing within the glow of a single street lamp, the light of which blinded her to anything without it's circle of penetration, a single tear streamed down her cheek and dropped off her chin to shatter on the asphalt below. With a movement to quick to be seen by human eyes a single red gash opened from elbow to wrist on the young girls arms, slowly trickling crimson as gravity would pull it. Her arms now hung limply at her side as a trail of blood rand across her right palm, down across the hilt of the blade to drip off the tip and splash gently on the ground beneath her. Falling to her knees she began to cry again as the faint sound of metal clanging with solid earth could be heard in, what seemed, far in the distance as she dropped the blade to the ground beneath her. Her vision began to blur as the loss of blood began to drain her physically of the strength needed to see.
Her sight split into two separate scenes then slowly merged back together into one, causing her to feel sick at the sight of the world pulling apart from itself. Then she gasped in horror at what she saw. There before her stood the person that she had thought eternally lost. Clad as he was in his warrior's garb there was no mistaking it was him. The plume of platinum hair still fell from withing the wrap that covered the whole of his face except for the single eye. She saw pain reflect from the ice blue orb of the child that stood mere feet from her. He moved unexpectedly toward her until her stood but a foot away, then slowly kneeled down and looked deep into the pink eyes that stared back at him. Her vision fluctuated yet again and it seemed like it would fail at any minute, but still she forced herself to see him. Slowly the white, tipless gloves that covered his hands wrapped gently about the new gashes in her arms and the pain ceased to flow through them. Standing suddenly he made to turn and leave, yet she reach out to him. Her hand came into contact with the cape that trailed from his back, or it would have, had he not burst into silver dust upon her contact and floated back into the sky. She glanced back down at the puddle of crimson in which she kneeled, and her vision blurred again. This time she could night fight, tilting and then falling to one side, she hit the asphalt with a soft thud, and the world went black.
Waking with a start, Rini looked cautiously about her room, almost expecting to see the impossible. Tears welled up in her eyes, but the sorrow that overtook her heart was soon covered by confusion and curiosity as she looked back at where she sit. Glancing down at the amass of sheets in which she was entangled she was not surprised to find crimson among the pink. Her dream had not been entirely false. That which confused her, though, was not the sheets, it was her. Running her hand softly down one forearm, then the other, she found nothing. Switching on the bedside lamp she checked again, not even a scar. He had done it again, and in her dreams of all places. Once more the boy she loved had saved her life and caused her wounds to heal in less than 8 hours. A girl who wished she were dead was just saved by a boy who truly is...
Well mis amigos, what do you think, is it up to my standards or did I let you all down. Please RR and let me know what I need to do better, or simply what you think should change, latta.
MK
