FORUMUL SCRIITORILOR AMATORI :: Hope - traces of dreams

Trimis: 18/07/2010 05:01

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 black 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 negru 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.

She felt her body fatigued, shivering in cold sweat and her head hurt. In a sharp motion she got out of bed and reached for her glasses on the night stand. Feeling the mid-December cold through her wet clothes made her shiver even more aggressively. In a slow, almost defiant pace, the girl headed for the bathroom.

Looking at her reflection in the mirror, the girl known as Celeste sighed deeply and massaged her temples. In the last few weeks, she’s had recurring dreams that strained her mind. At first they were mild, and she could remember very little, but as time passed they became more and more real; not long ago, she started to be aware of herself, to be able to make decisions and remember everything in detail. Of course, if it were only the second dream, there wouldn’t be any problem, but there was the first one, the one in which she’s being dragged into the abyss. Having to live through that every time she fell asleep had left its mark and as a result both her mind and body were barely holding on.

In an elegant motion, Celeste let her night robe fall and got under the shower. As hot water hit and ran down her slender body, part of the fatigue disappeared, relaxing her body to some extent.

Having finished her long shower, she left the bathroom and got dressed. The room she rented was a small, ordinary one with a large window facing the back alley. It wasn’t a luxurious place, but she kept it clean and tidy. Celeste entered the small kitchen and made herself something to eat; even though it felt like she’d throw up even if she took a bite, the girl was well aware she needed to eat, otherwise her body would surely give in to the strain.

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.