06-10-2014, 02:01 AM
Darkness.
Chills.
Emptiness.
It was as if Dawn’s light had been extinguished by a thick darkness that amplified around her, consuming her in a feeling she was very unfamiliar with. When Dawn opened her eyes, everything was dark. The only light that was illuminating was originated from her very own skin. Looking at her hands and gown, glowing before her, Dawn slowly sat up and looked around the dark space before her. A sharp chill ran down her spine, causing a natural reaction of her hands gripping her arms tightly as if to shield them from the cold around her. Yet no breeze came to accompany the chill. It was as if the air stood still, save for Dawn’s own breath.
DAWN. Dawn. dawn.
The words encircled her like a prayer being whispered on the wind.
DAWN. Dawn. dawn.
Looking around with a muddled expression across her face, Dawn called out softly, “Hello? Is anyone there? I cannot see you… Please come out.”
DAWN. Dawn. dawn.
Her name continued to swirl around her head in an endless chaotic whisper. Her hands immediately swung to her ears, trying to press out the noise. Looking left, looking right, Dawn couldn’t find the source of the voice. She tried running towards the voice, but it always seemed to be out of her reach. There was nothing but endless darkness surrounding her, no matter what direction she chose. Then suddenly, there was a figure.
Forgotten.
Never loved you.
Better off gone.
A lone figure shown in the darkness: it wasn’t bright like Dawn; it was simply slightly lighter than the pure darkness that encompassed her. Seeing the figure, Dawn called out, trying to block out the dark thoughts now surrounding her, “Hello? Please. Where are we? What are we doing here?”
Staring at the figure intently, Dawn tried to reach her, not noticing that her own glow was beginning to fade, while the figure before her began to grow.
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