Okay, who here doesn't wish?? this gets old... rowling, I hope you're happy
with all the disclaimers we writers make on your behalf....
Chapter Eight:: Dream
~*~ Dream ~*~
Everything was dark. Light was a forgotten thing.
As she stepped slowly forward, the only sound was of her feet hitting the ground with a dull thud.
Her head ached tirelessly and her eyes throbbed as she strained to see anything but black.
Where was she?
She didn't know, couldn't tell, didn't care.
(This isn't real)
something told her
(It can't be real)
(We weren't here before)
(But then -)
(Where were we?)
Her tired mind struggled to remember.
But what was the point?
A hall - no, corridor -
flashed in her mind's eye.
But what was the use - hall, room, chimney, store -
It didn't matter if she remembered or not.
*Don't you just want it all to end?*
The new voice was soothing, slowing down her already sluggish thoughts, coming from the shadows and enshrouding her in their thick dullness that blanketed everything else.
*Wouldn't it be nice to leave all this darkness?*
Her headache eased.
*Don't you want everything to ease away - for this nightmare to end?*
She wished she could open her eyes.
She'd already forgotten what had made her headache so terrible in the first place.
Her eyes felt peculiar. As though color were leaking from them. She felt sad. Could her eyes die?
She didn't want them to
She didn't want them
She didn't to
She didn't want to -
What?
Die.
A window opened beneath her.
Down there lay a girl. Her eyes lay open and she felt an urge to peer into them. She did. They had color, even though she was dead. She was her. She was dead.
She didn't want to die -
Dream Nightmare Subconscious Unconscious
Death -
- (Life) -
She was her!
She wanted to live - the window opened and dropped her down to the almost colorless girl named -
"Kit!"
With a gasp, she shot upright with a jerk. The back of her head throbbed with a vengeance. The room spun...
"Kit, are you okay? Y - you look like you're going to be sick." said a soft voice next to her bed.
For a moment, she didn't answer as she gazed around. All thoughts of a dream had left her.
She was in a large room filled with neatly mad and squared beds. At the moment, hers was the only one occupied. Kit guessed she was in the infirmary - but why? Finally, her eyes came to rest on the person beside her. Her vision swam as she tried to bring the person into focus.
"Who are you?" She whispered faintly before once again seeing black.
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Chapter Eight:: Dream
~*~ Dream ~*~
Everything was dark. Light was a forgotten thing.
As she stepped slowly forward, the only sound was of her feet hitting the ground with a dull thud.
Her head ached tirelessly and her eyes throbbed as she strained to see anything but black.
Where was she?
She didn't know, couldn't tell, didn't care.
(This isn't real)
something told her
(It can't be real)
(We weren't here before)
(But then -)
(Where were we?)
Her tired mind struggled to remember.
But what was the point?
A hall - no, corridor -
flashed in her mind's eye.
But what was the use - hall, room, chimney, store -
It didn't matter if she remembered or not.
*Don't you just want it all to end?*
The new voice was soothing, slowing down her already sluggish thoughts, coming from the shadows and enshrouding her in their thick dullness that blanketed everything else.
*Wouldn't it be nice to leave all this darkness?*
Her headache eased.
*Don't you want everything to ease away - for this nightmare to end?*
She wished she could open her eyes.
She'd already forgotten what had made her headache so terrible in the first place.
Her eyes felt peculiar. As though color were leaking from them. She felt sad. Could her eyes die?
She didn't want them to
She didn't want them
She didn't to
She didn't want to -
What?
Die.
A window opened beneath her.
Down there lay a girl. Her eyes lay open and she felt an urge to peer into them. She did. They had color, even though she was dead. She was her. She was dead.
She didn't want to die -
Dream Nightmare Subconscious Unconscious
Death -
- (Life) -
She was her!
She wanted to live - the window opened and dropped her down to the almost colorless girl named -
"Kit!"
With a gasp, she shot upright with a jerk. The back of her head throbbed with a vengeance. The room spun...
"Kit, are you okay? Y - you look like you're going to be sick." said a soft voice next to her bed.
For a moment, she didn't answer as she gazed around. All thoughts of a dream had left her.
She was in a large room filled with neatly mad and squared beds. At the moment, hers was the only one occupied. Kit guessed she was in the infirmary - but why? Finally, her eyes came to rest on the person beside her. Her vision swam as she tried to bring the person into focus.
"Who are you?" She whispered faintly before once again seeing black.
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