Chapter One
I sat up suddenly, the light danced across the open air, a smile that would shatter the moon. What? Where was this?
Snap, click, boom.
Her own face on a missing poster, that really awful school photo picture of her no less.
When was she missing? She was always home on time! Always, maybe there was a mistake?
Whirl, run, thump.
I held a baby, he was so adorable and a boy, he clung to my arms. Her hands were looked littler and for some reason I was grinning and stroking his hair.
Cradle, baby, cry.
"I love you, please wake up! You can't die" Tears dripped down my face. "You just can't."
I love someone? When did that happen?
Kiss, hug, tear.
A cat. A street. The cat was little, sweet-looking and striped. The street was dark and lonely, not a good place for anyone to be alone after dark. You'd think I'd have more sense.
Claws, soft, fur.
Red, there was just red. Blood, blood, it's all over my leg? Is it mine? (The blood, not the leg.)
Salt, veins, heart.
A shining and gorgeous marble. It's light pink, its every move seems to sparkle with an iridescent light. It looked more like a gem than a kid's toy, and it sat in my palm.
Twinkle, teal, temper.
All the clips that have me in them suddenly speed up.
A guy, he has a ponytail and an odd necklace, dressed in all black. He also has a red handprint on his face. I wanted to live some more of the memory, maybe find out who he is, but...
Faster.
Silver hair.
Go farther.
SLAP.
Be stronger.
Miasma.
Cry less.
Red eyes.
Everything is a blur. I can't even make out shapes, just color...
Creamy white. Zoom!
Mustn't love.
Rich scarlet.
Mustn't care.
Sky blue.
Never let them know you're hurt.
A pink that looks happy.
Never flinch.
An unnatural white.
Protect the ones you care about, no matter what the cost.
STOP!
My mind is reeling, and something is finally registering. My brain feels odd, like it's in pieces. I'm asleep and this was a dream. That's got to be it.
The pieces are trying to put themselves together, I can feel it. And it hurts.
I need to wake up, but I can't. I'm bound here but why? I took a look at my body, I look normal enough. But my arm...There should be a scar about halfway up; I fell on some broken glass a few months ago. What the hell is happening?
Think I ordered myself, What happened?
I try to remember, I do, but...there's nothing. I know people are supposed to have a family, but I can't remember mine.
Something happened, I shouldn't be stuck here, but I can't remember that either.
Fortunately, or unfortunately if you're me, whatever was showing me all those clips of what I'm pretty sure is my life is more than willing to give me a tour. Something is telling me I'm not going to like what I find out one bit.
It all starts at home one morning, or I assume it's home as I watch myself get out of bed. Oh, yes. I know exactly how weird that sounds, but it's just what I'm doing.
I, well let's clear this up. When I say Dream Me that's the me I'm watching. When I say me, I'm referring to the me that's trapped in this place and has no memories. Cleared up?
Dream Me slams the alarm clock and hides under the covers, I almost giggle. Oh, kami there is something really really wrong isn't there? Why am I seeing this? I feel the tears, so I can cry.
Upon this realization is when the panic sets in. If I cry, do I need to eat? Do I need to drink? I didn't see anything of the sort around here; I don't think I can eat food from my memories. Am I going to die here?
Shudder and shiver, am I already dead? Well?
Shit! How do I use the bathroom?
And, the bonus question: How do I get out?
No, no, no. Never mind that now. For now I am going to concentrate on these things, somewhere within them are the answers. If I get hungry, I'll get food. I'll find a way out. That's what he would say.
Who is he?
Dream Me curls up under the covers, grumbling fiercely and occasionally muttering curses. She probably hadn't gotten much sleep the last night.
A boy comes in and yelled at her, until he was silenced by a pillow connecting to his face.
I giggle.
Ah, dream girl is finally getting up-no. She just wanted the pillow back.
"Souta, I'm not going to school," Dream Me grumbles.
Souta looks dubious. "Why not?"
He obviously had her there.
She finally rolls out of bed and onto the floor, army crawling to the vanity. So this is what I am like in the morning. I have some family member who is named Souta. That's not much, but it's enough to start rebuilding.
Evidently my guide agrees too. He rushes me away, and I land in a sunny park.
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