♥ Dream ♥
~~~~~ ❁Birthday❁ ~~~~~
She was bare-footed, walking slowly on a long road. Where did it led too? She did not know; all she could feel it painful stabbing at her feet. She had on a plain white gown that felt like silk, soft and slippery- the exact opposite of the ground beneath her. The ground was just as white as the long sleeveless dress, but was covered in small pieces of glass, making it shine and glimmer like the end of a blade. Her surroundings looked like a painted picture, all white, except for her black, short hair.
Shattered glass, that word works as well. “Shatter…” She whispered, voice hitched as if on the verge of tears. She shivered, it was not cold, not even the slightest bit- she shivered was because that word, that simple word, made her feel extremely uncomfortable. The word echoed soundlessly, it drove her mad. Made her feel great grief, it felled her.
“Why…?” She whispered, but then the word continued ringing in far back of her mind and did not stop. It was loud, load like the bells of war. She tried to stop it. She ran. Her feet were bleeding, but she couldn’t feel the pain. If it would stop this feeling of despair, she would do it. It was hopeless to try to stop the sound. Maybe this fate of hers was just a curse, a horrible curse- to continue walking on this exhausting road for the rest of eternity, with no one to ask help from…
She saw no end to the glass.
Once she managed to stop noticing the bothersome echoing in her mind, she heard something else, a familiar voice… it was one she knew ever since she was a child. Who was it? Where was it coming from? She couldn’t tell, all she saw was the never ending white of this godforsaken place.
“What are you saying?” She said, loudly. No one answered back, silence as a response. She felt wetness on her cheeks- she knew she was crying. Did her eyes ever grow tired of the endless tears?
“Please… answer me.” She murmured through pressed lips. She fought back the tears as she ran, feeling the cold air hit her in the face. This had happened before, but when? Blank… her mind was blank as paper. Why couldn’t she recall this happening to her?
The shattered glass seemed to never end. After another long moment of exhausting running, she heard laughter. No, not again. She knew this mocking, yet friendly laughter, it sounded far away. Far, just like the end of this road.
She spotted something in the distance. She came closer to it, maybe her running wasn’t worth nothing. It was a black piece of cloth, with a golden painted metal sewn onto it. She took hold of it in her hands, then proceeded to inspect it. “Fifth”. The kanji for the number “five” was written on it. Such a simple thing, but for some strange reason it made her feel happy. Almost blissful, even.
“I won’t lose…” She whispered, if she can reach this… she must withstand the pain of this road if she wanted to reach the end of this horrid patch. She continued to run, leaving behind her fear, her doubts.