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Squall_Leonhart
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A veil of darkness surrounds her. Vile, filthy hands hold on to her arms and legs, neck and hair, pulling her into the abyss in a slow, monotonous rhythm. The nerves in her body burn, sending agonizing pain to her brain and as she’s writhing in pain, suffocating in the vast nothingness that holds her, only one thought repeats itself in her mind, over and over.
“I’m going to die.” “I’m going to die.” “I’m going to die.” A sense of hopelessness holds her, destroying her will, destroying her thoughts. She feels like throwing up, her vision begins to blur and she only barely notices a silhouette nearing her. As it gets closer, the hands that held a tight grip, just barely loosened it; with a fluid motion, that person extends a hand to her and as she reaches for it, the shadows disperse. Released from the darkness, she falls to her knees, again feeling the urge to throw up; however, she is unable to do so, only saliva dripping from her open mouth. As she slowly regains her sense of self, her surroundings become slightly clearer. She finds herself on a field of grass that stretches out as far as the eye can see, blending into the light violet sky. The girl starts examining the sky, as something nags her about it. “There’s no sun here,” she says, barely regaining her breath “nothing but grass.” Regaining enough of her composure to stand, she gets on her feet and looks around. Her prior statement stands corrected as she notices a negru book, completely alienated from the surroundings, in the grass next to her. “This thing again?” she says, clenching her fists and narrowing her eyes “What is it with this book, what’s so important about it?” Her hands shaking mildly, she picks up the book with a black cover. As she holds it in her soft hands, a voice speaks to her, repeating the same words over and over. She hears it as if the person speaking would be behind a wall, or in another room. “Open it. Open it. Open it. Open it. Open it. Open it. Open it.” The girl narrows her eyes and throws the book away. “I do what I wish.” had been her last thought before the landscape dissipated and her eyes open wide, finding herself once again in her bed, drenched in sweat, under the blankets. Asta e o parte scurta din prolog. Nu vreau sa pun mai mult ca blocurile mari de text sperie userii. Also it's the first draft, it has minor discrepancies. |
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_________________ "Mysteries are revealed in the light of reason" "Justice will prevail" -Ryuuzaki (L) 
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