• Broken Dreams


    Dark, gray eyes stared straight down off the edge of the cliff. A void of nothingness consumed the path down from the edge of the cliff, making it seem as if the plane was a floating island in an abyss of blackness. The young woman simply stood at the edge. Her dark eyes could nothingness as far as it could go.

    Bending down, her pale fingers wrapped around a small rock the size of a peach pit. Taking one good step back, she hurdled the rock into the nothingness. A black form of the shadows stretched out and engulfed the rock in it's blackness. She closed her eyes and sighed heavily. "As I thought. I'm even trapped in here."

    The young woman pivoted on her left foot to turn back to the small world she resided in. It was nothing more than a vast tree with many branches extending in all directions in a field of dying flowers. She ran a hand through her short, red hair as she began to wander to her tree.

    Suddenly, something wrapped tightly around her leg, whipping her off her footing. She cried out in the sharp pain as she hit the ground. Looking back probably wasn't the best idea. The shadows had extended from their nothingness and melted into a white matter that began to drag her towards the edge. It wasn't just one part of the surrounding shadows, no, slowly all of it had begun to turn into the whiteness that was dragging her.

    A burning sensation from the white matter singed her pant leg and began to burn through her skin. She screamed in horrendous pain, yet she still tried to rip the matter off with her hands, burning them too. It wasn't any use as the edge crept closer to her body, or was it the other way around?

    Just then, out of nowhere, a beam of emerald light was sent straight into the whiteness. The matter instantly dispersed back into the shadows surrounding her world, finally settling. The young woman's eyes were wide as she scrambled back from the edge, almost afraid she would drop off it. "What the hell was that?" she wondered out loud.

    "White matter," came a deep voice. The red haired woman looked to her left where there stood a young man. He had ivory color hair that was spiked out. He had dark jade eyes that held a bored expression. He kneeled down next to her, his pale hands slowly ripping the remaining white substance off her leg. Once the matter was gone, underneath was her severely burnt skin.

    "Damn. Well, at least this is all a dream," she murmured. The man said nothing but tapped her forehead with two fingers. Suddenly, the young woman shot up from her bed, eyes wide in confusion and a jolt of adrenaline. It was all a dream. She knew it. It was all just a bad dream, that was all. Slowly swinging her legs over the side of the bed, she began to get ready for
    work. . .


    . . . not even looking to notice the festering burn on her left calf.