Darkness. Everlasting darkness, curling around her with his icy fingers. Caressing her caramel hair, her thin hollow face. Red flames flickered at the edge of her vision. She didn't know what she were, she didn't know where she was, she didn't know who she was. All she knew was that the darkness was her world.
The darkness took his cold fingers and gave her hand one last squeeze, her hair one last brush, before retreating into the edges of this world. Leaving her. She stretches out an arm, silently begging for him to stay, for his arms to gather her up and let them both escape into an endless world full of dreams.
Here was where they could stay together.
But she feels herself coming back, her fear settling down into determination. Her consciousness is coming back in time for it to fade again. She’s being called back, needing to follow, the shadows guiding her. She sighs, a single wisp of icy breath escaping her lips. She would never be free. She knew this from the beginning. Since her birth, she was different.
She was special.
Flames erupt in a circle, engulfing her, but she no longer is there. A faint image, like a mirage, stands in the center, hands at her sides, head tilted up, whispering silent words. Then it blows away with the smoke, leaving nothing behind.
“Adena! Help! Please! Help me!”
Adena sits straight up, panting. This nightmare... it was so real. Because it had been. Adena hunches over, putting one hand on her racing heart, trying to forget the hellish feeling the nightmare had brought on. Her sleep have been continuously punctured by nightmares that wouldn’t go away. Dark billowing shadows fill visions in her mind, like storm clouds on the horizon, She closes her eyes, wishing she could escape her. Wishing something different could have happened. Wishing that her life was normal, for once.
But, she thought, then I would never know. I would never understand the things I do know. I would be naive, clueless to anything in the world that really matters.
Adena opens her eyes again, looking at the cramped and dusty room. Her lamp was still on, sending waves of light through the air, catching on the dust, making it seem like snowfall. She lays back on her bed, happy to watch the dust fly around the room, flashing like stars. A faint smile plays on her lips. It was truly surprising that she could sit still for this long. She had been constantly on the move for so long, even now it felt odd to be sleeping in a real bed.
She groans and sits up again, trying to force herself to get out of her warm bed and get dressed. She just sits in her bed, tangled up in her blankets, her flaming red hair sticking out at odd angles. Debating on the pros and cons of getting out of bed and actually doing something today. After a few minutes, her sense kicks in and she kicks off the blankets, throwing them off as she vaults out of bed.
Suddenly her room seems suffocating and she quickly dresses, fleeing to her small living room where the TV is filled with static. Adena smiles. She must have left the TV on again on this channel, not being able to sleep with her pills. The white static noise helped her forget and she usually set a timer for it. Adena shrugs. She must have forgotten.
“Well, you’re up early,” a voice says from behind Adena. She quickly turns around, posing like she will attack, still being groggy and not thinking straight. Her roommate Soph held her hand high. “Hey, I’m innocent!” she cries, feigning being scared. Adena rolls her eyes and relaxes her pose, letting her roommate come and shut off the loud static, instead flipping to the news channel.
“Jeez, Addie, you’re on edge today. Stephen come up to you again?” Soph asks her, eyebrows raised. Adena shakes her head, her mouth in a thin line.
“Nah, he’s been cool recently. I don’t know, Soph, I just get a really bad feeling. Like I have a test and I haven’t studied. I can’t explain it,” Adena spills out her feelings, cursing on the inside for letting emotions show. Soph, unaware of Adena’s internal conflict, comes and steers Adena to the couch, making her sit.
“Stay here, Adena. I’m going to make some breakfast, k?” Adena just sits stiffly, already caught in a trance by the TV. Soph smiles and walks into the kitchen, humming to herself some rock song.
“And now to the weather. Chris?” The pretty newsgirl says, smiling cheesily at the camera. Adena rolls her eyes again at the poorly performed smiles on this channel and move towards the remote, intending on changing the channel. But something stops her. Instead, she looks up at the TV again, scared at what she was hearing.
“Thanks, Kathy. We have been getting reports that in Oak Lake fields, there have been extremely unusual weather patterns recently. There have been claims of tornados that haven’t left the field, ripped up chunks of rock, and even a small fire started one time in the acre of trees near residential land. Some eyewitnesses have said that one person put out the fire all by themselves, then ran away as soon as the officials arrived. These strange patterns have never been documented before in this area, and we have people working on understanding what’s going on here, and we are also working on finding this hero who put out the fire before it could spread. There is a warning for anyone in the area to stay away until we determine the cause of this phenomena. Back to you, Kathy!” the weatherman Chris calls out, the TV cutting back to a image of smiley-Kathy