Broken Ch. 3

Everyone has told Blake to let go of her past; that if she accomplishes that, everything will be fine. But her past is unlike many others in the fact that it doesn't want to be forgotten. It's followed her, wreaking havoc on whatever chance at having a real life she had. Nobody could help her. All who stood by her were picked off slowly, one by one. She couldn't stop it; No matter how much she warned them, or did her best to distance herself, they were all gone in a matter of days. Eventually she had snapped emotionally, stopping herself from connecting with anyone. Blake never stopped being herself. She read, but she spent most of her time writing in her journal long into the night. Dark thoughts swirled on those pages, shinning a light on just how disturbed Blake really was. But it gave her peace of mind, so she wrote. But the words would always come back to haunt her. Just like her past, they were part of Blake herself.

Blake's words echoed volumes in her mind as she read the entry she had written in her journal that night. Her team, dead. School, destroyed. The dream she had the previous night was still freshly burned into her conscious mind. Blake wanted to get away, to prevent any of that from happening. A part of her wanted to forget all about the school where she had made her home, to erase everyone she knew from memory, and let it all go without a second thought. It would be easier that way. Just less pain to deal with later on. She had done it so many times before, but this time was different. A larger part of her wanted to stay, facing her past head on with a team behind her.

Tired, Blake fought to stay awake as she scanned the last page. A feeling tugged at the back of her mind, jolting her mind awake. It was a feeling she knew all too well. Snapping her journal shut, she grabbed her things and hastily put them into her satchel. Bursting through the library doors, she ran off down the hallway towards her dorm. The feeling was growing stronger and it could only mean her team was in trouble. Blake's past was catching up with her once again, and this time, she vowed for her team's sake, she would stop it. Her heart beat faster as she readied herself for the fight to come.

Reaching the floor her dorm was on, she raced down to the door, not stopping before bursting in. There was no fight, there was nothing. Just a cold and bright room. She turned looked around, noticing the door was now just a solid white wall. The room darkened. Blake was glancing in all directions trying to make sure nothing caught her off guard, but nothing showed. The color of the room changed to a warm tint. White floor molded into pale trees, slowly filling with color. Red leaves formed into a maroon red forest, familiarity storming Blake's mind. All around her were leaves and trees going on and on. A sound broke the silence in the distance, almost mechanic. The ground shook as Blake took off in the direction of the noise.

Running, her heart pounded in her chest, anxiety and confusion driving her to keep going. No matter how much she ran, it seemed as though progress was never made. Pushing past more and more foliage, trees slowly made room for a clearing. The mechanical sound was off in the distance, but getting louder. Stepping into the middle of the area, she looked around at her feet, trying to find anything to hint at where she was. Using her right leg, she moved some leaves to reveal a shiny metal object.

Blake stooped down to examine the object. She tried picking it up, but it wouldn't budge. The sound was getting closer. She brushed more leaves, and still more of the shiny object appeared. Metal branched out to the right, linking it to another long object, almost like braces. Questions ran through Blake's mind, putting the noise out of her consciousness.

"Where have I seen this forest before? Why does this seem so familiar? What is that sound?" Her thoughts continued until the rumbling returned, breaking her concentration.

"Wait…" She whispered out loud. "This is a railroad…" She looked up, one last glance before the mechanical chug, chug, chug, returned from right behind her. She spun around quickly, paralyzed with fear as the train collided with her body and the world went numb.

Blake jumped up from her library chair with a scream, immediately silencing herself after noticing her location. She looked around quickly for her scroll. Finding it, she picked it up and looked at the time. 3:58 A.M. She really was tired. Quickly, a message notification popped up on screen from Ruby.

"Come quick. I can hear Weiss crying, and I don't know what to do, and I can't see Yang in her bunk."

"Weiss? Crying? What kind of sick nightmare am I in now?" Blake thought as she put down her scroll and started packing up to head for the team's dorm.

A/N: Last chapter for today. More later.