Disclaimer: Lazily points to previous chapters Get the picture? I don't own the lyrics to 'Just Close Your Eyes' by Waterproof Blonde either. But I do, however, own the poem that Sekka wrote in this chapter, and it is copyrighted.
A/N: Hidee ho ya'll! Ok, this chapter is going to be weird ok, a lot of images and sounds jumping around and blurring together but I hope that some of you will be able to make sense of it. Ok, also, to anyone that cares I have a really awesome book that I think ya'll should read - you might have the movie already but the book is WAY better. White Oleander by Janet Fitch. I love it, hell I was till 3 in the morning reading it last night…… heehee, and WolfOfShadow, don't even start on how I should sleep……….. I'm practically nocturnal, lol. Ok then, shout-outs:
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Like Petals From A Rose
Chapter Thirteen
One Last Nightmare
This place………..why was it that always I would return to this place?
I didn't want to be here, in this dark tunnel, the dim light coming from the room that I didn't want to enter, but was powerless not too.
And the singing, always that haunting singing, the words that I could never quite grasp.
But the voice was stronger this time, and the haunting voice seemed to come from every direction, engulfing and wrapping me into it.
Laughing, was it laughing I heard this time? Always it had been crying………… the little girl scarred in the burning box of coal-like sand.
The voice carried me with it, and for the fist time, I could hear the words clear as bells in a chapel.
Deceived by my eyes
And all I was told I should see
The bright light of the forbidden door loomed closer until it opened, the light hitting my eyes, but for some reason, it didn't blind me. Just beyond the realms of what I should have seen, I saw her again - the child that looked so like me.
"You've come again." She said with a smile, but her eyes still looked nothing like a child's. "I knew you would." I was confused. Come back? This wasn't my choice. Her face saddened as she looked at me with those misty aqua-blue eyes. "But, she won't be happy."
I was about to ask who, but the answer came quickly.
The black haired replica of me, the whore with the black eyes and ever-dripping crimson blood.
Opinions not mine
The person they taught me to be
The child's eyes widened with fear, but too late I realized why.
Something hit me in the back, knocking me to the ground that I wasn't even sure was there - it was too bright to be anything but light.
I turned around and felt the blood in my blood turn cold - if I even had blood here. Cruel lavender eyes stared back into mine, a sadistic smirk planted firmly on his lips.
I wanted to scream, but I knew that even I did, no sound would come out. Instead, it was his name that passed my lips in a small whisper.
"Marik."
One night in the dark
A vision of someone I knew
He said nothing, he didn't need too. The child ran towards me, no doubt trying to help, but I knew that he was sadistic with no sense of morals…….. he would kill her too if she were to get in his way.
"Get back!" I yelled, but my voice was small, and hollow and of no use at all. He turned from me to the small girl that suddenly looked afraid. He reached into his pocket and produced what I knew was going to be a gun.
Sometime I knew I had to have moved, and fast, but I still can't remember when or doing it at all. But either way, when the gunshot, it was the shoulder blade of my dream body that it pierced, and not the child's. Instantly, my shoulder was filled with phantom pain that I swore was real.
I looked at the girl and she smiled at me, her small eyes now with the look that it should have - the look of youth.
"I knew you could do it, if you tried." She said, then looked at my shoulder. I follow d her gaze and widen my eyes - the would was healed already, just a faint glowing of ethereal light
My focus turned back to Marik…………… but the image had changed. It wasn't Marik anymore, but my dark replica, still holding the gun, a smirk on her crimsoned lips.
"Well done." She said, smiling icily at me. Her arms, easily seen in the revealing clothes she wore, were scarred and bleeding freely, but she seemed not to care. "But even if you save your past" she gestured to the girl "You won't save your future."
And in the darkness I saw
A voce say 'I'm you'
I was wondering what she was talking about when it clicked - the stages of my life. Past, present, future, but, which one was I?
"Your not real." I said to her, defiance in my eyes. "There's nothing you can do to me." She smiled, then smirked.
"I'm alive enough." She said, making me confused again. Why did she always have to talk in fucking riddles?
"For what?"
"To destroy you before you destroy yourself." With that, she charged at me, and as dreams often do, she seemed to move in both lightening speed and slow motion all at once. She grabbed my shoulder - the right one where his initials were - and smirked
Instantly, pain filled my body, the initials blazing through my clothing with red light, my dream flesh being tore open with an invisible forced, blood pouring out of the freshly remade initials.
But I hardly noticed, my mind was somewhere else, trapped in another hellish place I could never forget.
Inside me a light was turned on
Then I was alive
Images swam in my vision, me as a child, crying in the middle of my darkened room with no-one to hold me.
Myself, in school, fighting against three boys with sticks, one of them cheering because he had been the first one to make me bleed. (A/N: That actually happened to me by the way…………)
Then, he came into my vision. I tried to close my eyes, to not see what he was doing to me in my memories, to blot out the horror and cling to my frail hope like a vice. But fate wasn't so kind to me.
His voice filled my ears, surprisingly easy to her amongst my screams in the back ground.
And if you close your eyes your light
Will make the truth reveal
I couldn't hear all the sentences, just bits and pieces, but the singing pounded in my head, stronger then ever.
"Thought you could get away…………
bitch, your nothing but…………
whore……
wench………………
useless……
easy piece of ass………
worthless…………
"Stop!" I don't know if I screamed this or not, it was impossible to tell over the noise in my head.
"Tell me babe…………
does it burn?…………"
My head swam with images of him raping me, burning me, cutting me, beating me, and the initials in my shoulder still bleed with a fire-like blood.
Dreams you've never lived and scars never healed
In the darkness light will take you to the other side
And find it waiting there
You'll see if you just close your eyes
I was screaming now, I was sure of it. So helpless, trapped inside this mental hell. Useless, defenseless, shutting my eyes to try and shut out a demon that I knew I couldn't face down.
All I could do was try and wait out this storm, this hell.
My song pasted by
Trapped inside somebody's dream
More images, the color of my blood on his hands, of the knife that he had once again mutilated me with, the lighter, the flame………… the screams, the pain.
The sound of my fear of he raped me for the first time, and there was a louder scream in my brain. None so loud as to block out the thunder and rage. Maybe it was the loudest to me because it had never been uttered.
I watched it all over again as he did it, then leaving me to go somewhere, probably get high of fuck some cheap little whore - he always cheated on me. I remembered the feeling, the numbness, the hatred…… the weakness.
Too close to the fire
Yet cold and so numb with the pain
Hoe much more of this could I take……… caged, with the walls coming in to crush me completely. Then, the image turned, as if I was no longer invisible, but in plain view. My heart, if I had one, stopped as he reached out for me, clawing just outside my reach.
Then I saw the shadow behind him, just for a second.
Yami's face, a small expression on his face that I couldn't quite identify, and then he faded, back into the darkness.
"NO!" I yelled, kicking my feet out and hitting Marik in the stomach before grabbing his shirt. "IT DOESN'T MATTER!" I yelled, by body filling with new strength. "YOUR NOTHING, I DON'T NEED YOU ANYMORE! IT DOESN'T MATTER!"
And the fever is broken
And the river has run to the sea
Washed in the ocean
And saved by your voice inside me
For a moment, I was shocked. Surprised at myself for what I had just done, but before I could do anything, I jolted and opened my eyes to see my dark replica staring down at me, before turning and walking away, standing on the white horizon with out a word.
The little girl was smiling and I looked down at my shoulder which again, was healed, the letters glowing in the same eerie whiteness as before.
Inside me a light was turned on
Then I was alive
The girl smiled at me, and said nothing but ran towards the other women, I wanted to scream at her to get back here, but something stopped me and I watched with amazement as the child took her hand and walked into the never-ending nothingness.
And if you close your eyes your light
Will make the truth reveal
Dreams you've never lived and scars never healed
Then, suddenly, as unexplained as daisies in winter, I laughed at the irony of it all.
It was me they needed the whole time, to make my choice
In the end, it was my own laughter that woke me.
In the darkness light will take you to the other side
And find it waiting there
You'll see if you just close your eyes
My eyes opened at the sound coming from me in the waking world. For as long as I lived I could quite place it - it sounded half like laughing, half like crying.
"Sekka?" His voice was thick with sleep and concern, his ruby gaze fixing on me, no doubt noticing my tear dampened face. "Sekka, what's wrong?" I couldn't say anything, all I could do was shake my head, silently telling him I was fine. When I found I could speak I turned to him.
"Just a dream." I told him, the repeated it to myself, as if the convince me. "Just a dream." He nodded and I lay beside him, again letting sleep claim me.
That was the last nightmare that ever plagued me when I was with him.
(A/N: I was thinking of it there……… but I wanted to get more scene in……….. LOVE ME DAMMIT! lol.)
Next morning.
The sunlight streamed through the window, hitting my eyes and waking me. Instantly I knew that he wasn't there, and I wondered what time it was.
The clock read 10:30. My first thought was that I was late for school - again, but then I remembered that it was a Saturday. I
I could hear running water and called his name but there was no reply. Frowning, I lifted myself from bed and knocked on the door.
"Yami?" The water stopped and I could rustling around before the door opened, revealing him in nothing but a white towel, the water still glistening on his bronzed chest. We stared at each other for a moment before I was the first to speak.
"Morning." He nodded and smiled.
"Breakfast is waiting downstairs - I'll be down in a minute." I was happy I could have kissed him. Breakfast! How long had it been since I had a hot breakfast, fuck, I couldn't even remember. I nodded and went back into his room in search of clothes.
The had already been lain out for me. A dark blue sweater with off-shoulder sleeves and a pair of comfortable looking pants. I stepped out of my nightgown and changed into the clothes that smelt like fabric softener.
Breakfast went by quickly, Yami coming down a few minutes after me. The butler asked me what I wanted and I just said anything that was hot. He brought back Belgian Waffles, which I devoured. The butler took my dishes and I stood up.
"I'm going outside for a minute." I said and darted upstairs to grab my purse.
"You wouldn't happen to be smoking would you?" He asked with a look that said he already knew the answer. I didn't reply and he half rolled his at me before I closed the door.
When I was done, I went back inside and tried to think of where he might be in this maze. Luckily, he found me first.
"Forgetting something?" He said, coming up behind me and slapping a black binder into my hands. My poetry book. Our eyes met, and I silently asked him if he had looked in it.
"I didn't read it." He replied. "I was hoping you'd read it yourself." I was silent for a minute.
"I'm not very good."
"Doesn't matter." He answered. "I've seen your art, you have to be good at writing too." I took a deep breath and opened the binder, selecting a piece that I had written a few years ago.
"For all she could live through and survive,
Why is that she lays down like this,
Defeated again,
The hand of the master,
The pain of the whip that strikes the cringing dog,
The fear of the choker binds her to chain,
But from her place on the ground ,
She looks for the existence, the reason,
For the darkness that blinds her from the light,
But just as well,
Light can blind the untrained eye,
The sun rising outside the door,
Does not penetrate the silence of her heart,
The warmth cannot touch her icy skin,
The moon is her ruling planet,
Frozen in the darkness of space." The last words left my mouth, leaving us in silence. I could tell that he knew damn well who the poem was about, but I didn't say anything.
He didn't speak.
I knew he couldn't speak.
A/N:
Well, there it is! The poem was about her and Marik if you couldn't guess from the words, lol. Anyways, I'm going to hold my little competition with the dream thing again - person who guesses the closet gets the chapter dedicated to them! And don't worry, the fic is going to pick up from here on out, but she won't be getting tortured - much - for a little while yet, so follow sadists, please be patient! Anyways, not much else to say except please leave a review and tell me what you think!