Post by Ferrion on Aug 1, 2005 5:45:15 GMT
Can you hear me?
'... I don't exist...'
Wake up darling, wake up...
Not a sound or movement echoed through the hospital wing. Solid white sheets, perfectly placed and folded on the beds, pillows without creases and neatly fluffed up for the next person who came in here in need of immediate medical attention. The floors were clean and reflective to show how much the nurses took care and pride in their work, keeping people from dying and fixing their problems from stomach aches to critical near-death experiences.
When was the last time?
'... Since...?'
The night was a solid black, the time being around midnight during the summer. There was no moon out tonight, leaving only solid blocks of what individual objects would look like during the day. The stars were beautiful, shining ever so brilliantly across the sky. There were no clouds to obscure the ability to see the constellations and the milky way. The surface of the lake was smooth and calm, reflecting the beautiful masterpiece in the heavens back to itself to show a pure splendor that rarely happened.
Since you had a dream.
'....'
You were crying, don't you remember?
The calm air to the hospital wing seemed to stir, the energy in the room turning from a happy place to a room full of mixed emotion. The temperature dropped dramatically, a small noise that could barely be heard drifting through the room. It was a grimmace of pain.
'... I can't wake up, go away, leave me alone! Blood spill from your soul and crease the lines of your mouth as you speak of horrid memories.'
But I can't. I'm a part of you as much as you are a part of me.
'....'
Don't be afraid, wake up.
Wrapping around a figure like water curling around a stone, the air became almost visible, tangeable as it seemed like a figure convulsed, hands gripping the sides of the bed, back slightly raised and hunched over, head lowered as more gasps and squeaks spilled from his mouth. Features became more distinguishable as the air became thicker, the room as cold as the middle of winter, frost building on the windows.
Wake up. Stop fighting me.
'I can't!'
Come now, you must. We need you.
'... I can't... I'm... I'm...'
The sound of a glass shattering, and a thump of a body hitting the floor.
The air around the figure rushed out in all directions, slamming the slightly ajar door and crashing into the windows, causing cracks to run up the length of them in a weaving design. A scream came from the now completely visible figure of a man as his eyes were squeezed shut, white hair falling in front of his eyes as he felt like his insides were crushed.
"Why?!" Ferrion cried out, eyes still closed as his voice cracked in the high pitched cry, the mascara that lined his eyelids standing out against the extremely pale man. "Why must you haunt me in my sleep? Why must you drag me back to the very place that caused me to be this way? Why can't you leave me to sleep in peace?!" The room fell silent once again, the only sound was Ferrion's heavy breathing, eyes now open wide as he stared down into his lap. Nails had punctured the matress, his grip refusing to slacken in the slightest.
After a few minutes had passed, Ferrion brought a hand to his face as he lifted his head, eyes darting around the room in silent observation. It had only ocurred to him that he had come back, summoned by something he couldn't understand. His asian features looked strikingly identical to Gaftler's, being the demon's angelic half and only living twin since Anasti had died a gruesome death.
How long have I slept? Lips parted, Ferrion covered one eye with his hand as he looked up to the ceiling, the same ceiling inprinted into his memory of his death. He should've died that night long ago, wishing that Gaftler had passed away with him that night, too, to save them both the grief they suffered in the eternal life they shared. Perhaps it was his twin that summoned him? That didn't make sense. Gaftler hated Ferrion with a passion, yet seemed to have a strong love for him at the same time.
So many things left unanswered.
'... I don't exist...'
Wake up darling, wake up...
Not a sound or movement echoed through the hospital wing. Solid white sheets, perfectly placed and folded on the beds, pillows without creases and neatly fluffed up for the next person who came in here in need of immediate medical attention. The floors were clean and reflective to show how much the nurses took care and pride in their work, keeping people from dying and fixing their problems from stomach aches to critical near-death experiences.
When was the last time?
'... Since...?'
The night was a solid black, the time being around midnight during the summer. There was no moon out tonight, leaving only solid blocks of what individual objects would look like during the day. The stars were beautiful, shining ever so brilliantly across the sky. There were no clouds to obscure the ability to see the constellations and the milky way. The surface of the lake was smooth and calm, reflecting the beautiful masterpiece in the heavens back to itself to show a pure splendor that rarely happened.
Since you had a dream.
'....'
You were crying, don't you remember?
The calm air to the hospital wing seemed to stir, the energy in the room turning from a happy place to a room full of mixed emotion. The temperature dropped dramatically, a small noise that could barely be heard drifting through the room. It was a grimmace of pain.
'... I can't wake up, go away, leave me alone! Blood spill from your soul and crease the lines of your mouth as you speak of horrid memories.'
But I can't. I'm a part of you as much as you are a part of me.
'....'
Don't be afraid, wake up.
Wrapping around a figure like water curling around a stone, the air became almost visible, tangeable as it seemed like a figure convulsed, hands gripping the sides of the bed, back slightly raised and hunched over, head lowered as more gasps and squeaks spilled from his mouth. Features became more distinguishable as the air became thicker, the room as cold as the middle of winter, frost building on the windows.
Wake up. Stop fighting me.
'I can't!'
Come now, you must. We need you.
'... I can't... I'm... I'm...'
The sound of a glass shattering, and a thump of a body hitting the floor.
The air around the figure rushed out in all directions, slamming the slightly ajar door and crashing into the windows, causing cracks to run up the length of them in a weaving design. A scream came from the now completely visible figure of a man as his eyes were squeezed shut, white hair falling in front of his eyes as he felt like his insides were crushed.
"Why?!" Ferrion cried out, eyes still closed as his voice cracked in the high pitched cry, the mascara that lined his eyelids standing out against the extremely pale man. "Why must you haunt me in my sleep? Why must you drag me back to the very place that caused me to be this way? Why can't you leave me to sleep in peace?!" The room fell silent once again, the only sound was Ferrion's heavy breathing, eyes now open wide as he stared down into his lap. Nails had punctured the matress, his grip refusing to slacken in the slightest.
After a few minutes had passed, Ferrion brought a hand to his face as he lifted his head, eyes darting around the room in silent observation. It had only ocurred to him that he had come back, summoned by something he couldn't understand. His asian features looked strikingly identical to Gaftler's, being the demon's angelic half and only living twin since Anasti had died a gruesome death.
How long have I slept? Lips parted, Ferrion covered one eye with his hand as he looked up to the ceiling, the same ceiling inprinted into his memory of his death. He should've died that night long ago, wishing that Gaftler had passed away with him that night, too, to save them both the grief they suffered in the eternal life they shared. Perhaps it was his twin that summoned him? That didn't make sense. Gaftler hated Ferrion with a passion, yet seemed to have a strong love for him at the same time.
So many things left unanswered.