07-22-2008, 12:07 AM
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hi. :]
the ship of fools i'm on will sink
She was dreaming again.
It started out as the same one she had several weeks ago; she was running after her father and brother, who changed into her mother and the witch. But, this time, after the two pale women appeared, the scenery changed. The beach disappeared and was replaced by a stone depression, like a crater in the middle of a mountain. A funeral pyre was in the center, and the flames rose impossibly high, thick smoke blocking out the sun. Bleach felt a strange, overwhelming sorrow, though she didn't know who it was that burned upon the pyre. She looked away from the tower of flame, and what she saw startled her to consciousness. Before the dream faded, she glimpsed the single tear that leaked into ashy fur from a pair of startling blue eyes.
Bleach sat forward quickly, nearly vaulting out of the velvety chair she had fallen asleep in. She took a few shaky breaths, and realized she had been crying too. Embarassed, (and a little frightened) she swiped at her eyes quickly, even though no one was around. Or so she thought. The woman started at the sound of a door being forced open and slammed shut, and leapt from her seat onto the sticky floor between the rows. Irrationally scared, Bleach wedged herself under the seats as best she could and watched the aisle with wide eyes. She was quite shaken from the dream, and disoriented from not knowing where she was, which was not a very good combination. Bleach held her breath as she saw the girl pass her row, but did not move until she heard her rummaging in something up ahead.
Crawling out from under the seats, the woman slowly peeked over the row in front of her, ears pinned against her head. Now, if there was just a way to escape without the girl noticing...