IanDonyer
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[Drowning]
- Chapter 0: None of this exists now
"None of this exists, now."
A step: a single, bare foot colliding with the marble floors sending rippling waves of water outward. The foot felt no such water, but the girl that it belonged to knew it was there.
"That it doesn't. Do you miss it, Emily?"
Green eyes examined the area intensely. A simple sort of place, just a single, bare room in the eternity of a dreamscape. A dainty hand raised, pushing black hair away from her face. "I miss you."
A hand, calloused and strong placed itself on her shoulder. She only saw this: she didn't feel it, but she knew what it felt like anyway. Off of memory. A smile spread upon pale pink lips. "I miss you too."
A steady drip. The water level was raising quickly, even though the drip was only once every few seconds. Perhaps a leak sprung in the walls. She knew her time was limited, despite how that tortured her.
She turned to face him. He was not there--he was still by her side, barely out of the sight of her peripherals. "I want to see you..."
"None of this exists, now."
Her own words. Not his. Only in his voice, confirming her worries, her fears, her anxieties. A drip of water started above her head, striking just down below her eyes, drops rolling down her cheeks.
The level of water was at her waist now. She needed to find the leak. It wasn't anywhere in her sight--she turned and turned, glaring around the room desperately, but she saw nothing. "I don't want to go..."
She heard him laugh softly, like she had just told an amusing joke. "You have to. There's no choice in the matter."
The water was up to her neck. She felt it now, frigid upon her skin. She flailed her arms and legs frantically, trying to keep herself afloat. But she was drowning. "Michael!"
"Goodbye, Emily."
The water rose above her head, and she felt her hair float upward in its icy grasp, limbs growing numb, and she was sinking, despite her best efforts to raise herself. Her heart was in her throat, beating hard; her emotions running wild, waves of panic clouding her judgement.
And then she was sitting up, the darkness around her overwhelming, the reality of moist sweat soaking the bed around her, the smell of her own fear and sadness... a sensory overload.
She let her face sink into the comforting grasp of her own hands, crying.
Author's Note: Hiya. Been a while since I've actually bothered to sit down and write anything fan fiction related: almost two months now. I've missed it, certainly, and my interest (or more accurately, motivation) in NaNoWriMo has faded, so I'm starting fresh.
I regret to state that pretty much any older projects are cancelled. My weakness as a writer is the overwhelming desire to create more and more and ignore the previous stuff. And I hope to end that with this.
It will be a relatively short story, if my plans are followed through with. Of course, my other weakness as a writer is impulsitivity. I tend to go off of impulses, rather than careful planning, and thus many stories have been derailed off their original course.
..I'm ranting now. Anyways, the point of all this is to state that chapters will be regularly updated, starting from here on out. Every Wednesday, give or take a day or two for any unexpected IRL circumstances.
See you guys then.
- Chapter 0: None of this exists now
"None of this exists, now."
A step: a single, bare foot colliding with the marble floors sending rippling waves of water outward. The foot felt no such water, but the girl that it belonged to knew it was there.
"That it doesn't. Do you miss it, Emily?"
Green eyes examined the area intensely. A simple sort of place, just a single, bare room in the eternity of a dreamscape. A dainty hand raised, pushing black hair away from her face. "I miss you."
A hand, calloused and strong placed itself on her shoulder. She only saw this: she didn't feel it, but she knew what it felt like anyway. Off of memory. A smile spread upon pale pink lips. "I miss you too."
A steady drip. The water level was raising quickly, even though the drip was only once every few seconds. Perhaps a leak sprung in the walls. She knew her time was limited, despite how that tortured her.
She turned to face him. He was not there--he was still by her side, barely out of the sight of her peripherals. "I want to see you..."
"None of this exists, now."
Her own words. Not his. Only in his voice, confirming her worries, her fears, her anxieties. A drip of water started above her head, striking just down below her eyes, drops rolling down her cheeks.
The level of water was at her waist now. She needed to find the leak. It wasn't anywhere in her sight--she turned and turned, glaring around the room desperately, but she saw nothing. "I don't want to go..."
She heard him laugh softly, like she had just told an amusing joke. "You have to. There's no choice in the matter."
The water was up to her neck. She felt it now, frigid upon her skin. She flailed her arms and legs frantically, trying to keep herself afloat. But she was drowning. "Michael!"
"Goodbye, Emily."
The water rose above her head, and she felt her hair float upward in its icy grasp, limbs growing numb, and she was sinking, despite her best efforts to raise herself. Her heart was in her throat, beating hard; her emotions running wild, waves of panic clouding her judgement.
And then she was sitting up, the darkness around her overwhelming, the reality of moist sweat soaking the bed around her, the smell of her own fear and sadness... a sensory overload.
She let her face sink into the comforting grasp of her own hands, crying.
Author's Note: Hiya. Been a while since I've actually bothered to sit down and write anything fan fiction related: almost two months now. I've missed it, certainly, and my interest (or more accurately, motivation) in NaNoWriMo has faded, so I'm starting fresh.
I regret to state that pretty much any older projects are cancelled. My weakness as a writer is the overwhelming desire to create more and more and ignore the previous stuff. And I hope to end that with this.
It will be a relatively short story, if my plans are followed through with. Of course, my other weakness as a writer is impulsitivity. I tend to go off of impulses, rather than careful planning, and thus many stories have been derailed off their original course.
..I'm ranting now. Anyways, the point of all this is to state that chapters will be regularly updated, starting from here on out. Every Wednesday, give or take a day or two for any unexpected IRL circumstances.
See you guys then.