Title: A Year
Rated: M
Fanfic of: Diabolik Lovers
Contains: …Spoilers, OC, profanity, yada yada, etc, ahhh, all that rated M shit
Disclaimer: I don't think I did good on this chapter. I also hate that this is starting ridiculously slow. I blame the fact that I'm sick and that the character is being a pain right now. The next chapter should be up in a few days though and longer. I'm sorry again.
I've always hated to dream only because it felt weird to just wake up and wonder what it all meant. Once I was suggested by a dear friend of mine that I should read one of those dream interpretation books in order to understand them better. I purchased one such book and I believe it's still collecting dust bunnies somewhere on my shelf. Honestly I could have read it but to me it was a bunch of gibberish people wrote for their own good. I could read a million of those books and the interpretations would be either the same or different. At the moment all I knew was that I was just floating in the darkness.
There was an strange chill brushing against my skin, probably from the front door I had left open or the cold floor I slept upon. Along with the cold was a peculiar scent that was not entirely bad but not good either. it was…metallic, almost like I was beside old rusted tools that had been out in the rain too long.
I couldn't see anything in my dream. Wherever I was it was far too dark to even see anything a few inches away from my face. Reaching out into the darkness the temperature began to drop the further I was from the center of my body causing a prickling pain on my fingertips. I drew my hand back and it slowly returned back to that comfortable coolness. For a moment, I was a bit lost on what this was all about. Why have a dream about the dark? Why even float in the first place?
There were too many possibilities. Too many for me to even process but the dream had other ideas than letting me think. It began to jostle. The world I had ended up in quaked and groaned. There was the evident sound of movement, a brush of cloth, a soft chuckle and hisses. I couldn't process them quick enough to figure what it was nor did it let me. Whatever it was took hold of my ankles than pulled me down. There was that terrible feeling of my stomach going up my chest into my throat. A spike of fear. Yet as I fell I could see something bright in the dark. So noticeable it took the fear out of me for a few precious seconds.
The wind whipped against my skin as I fell faster and faster but that color still remained fresh in my head. Red dripping against the black.