i've been getting way too much done lately ._.
Author: Aublivienne
Story: Singularity Syndrome
Challenge: Grapefruit #18 (by a thread), Vinegar #20 (best if used by ___)
Toppings: Hot Fudge
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 261
Summary: They weren't exactly the kinds of memories one would want to keep.
I was hoping that the nightmares wouldn't come back.
They were so convincing, so damn real, and I just wanted to run. Unfortunately, there was nowhere to go. It was just an endless sea of white-the exact opposite of what you would picture the inside of a black hole to look like, right?
I wasn't supposed to be here. I wasn't supposed to see this. I should have been dead.
And yet, there I was-alive. Sliced to ribbons, but alive. Clinging to sanity by the torn, bloody remnants of my fingernails, but alive. I wanted to die, after the things I saw. White turned to black and black turned to red and oh my god, thinking about it makes me want to hide.
If I had to choose between the nightmares and...say, throwing myself into a star, the star would have looked pretty damn amazing.
I awoke screaming. He was there, holding me. And just like when he found me in the black hole, I clutched at him for dear life, begging him not to let go.
He was there, and he was mine, and goddammit, I didn't know how much longer I could keep this up.
“Jules, are you alright?”
Jules. Fuck, I despised that name. I didn't know what the hell I was thinking when I blurted it out that night.
“Please stop screaming...”
I did, only because he sounded like he was about to cry and it was fucking pathetic. I had to make him remember. I had to.
And I had to do it soon.
Story: Singularity Syndrome
Challenge: Grapefruit #18 (by a thread), Vinegar #20 (best if used by ___)
Toppings: Hot Fudge
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 261
Summary: They weren't exactly the kinds of memories one would want to keep.
I was hoping that the nightmares wouldn't come back.
They were so convincing, so damn real, and I just wanted to run. Unfortunately, there was nowhere to go. It was just an endless sea of white-the exact opposite of what you would picture the inside of a black hole to look like, right?
I wasn't supposed to be here. I wasn't supposed to see this. I should have been dead.
And yet, there I was-alive. Sliced to ribbons, but alive. Clinging to sanity by the torn, bloody remnants of my fingernails, but alive. I wanted to die, after the things I saw. White turned to black and black turned to red and oh my god, thinking about it makes me want to hide.
If I had to choose between the nightmares and...say, throwing myself into a star, the star would have looked pretty damn amazing.
I awoke screaming. He was there, holding me. And just like when he found me in the black hole, I clutched at him for dear life, begging him not to let go.
He was there, and he was mine, and goddammit, I didn't know how much longer I could keep this up.
“Jules, are you alright?”
Jules. Fuck, I despised that name. I didn't know what the hell I was thinking when I blurted it out that night.
“Please stop screaming...”
I did, only because he sounded like he was about to cry and it was fucking pathetic. I had to make him remember. I had to.
And I had to do it soon.