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loneiysong
Pulsar
- Joined
- Apr 13, 2012
Light. Blinding light.
Darkness.
She was soaring through the clouds at top speed. Reaching out her arms, she can feel the clouds. Looking up, there is nothing but sky. Looking down, there is nothing but sky. With a sigh, she smiled as her soul was at peace. Nothing could go wrong.
But it did.
The bright light evaporated around her like cotton candy on a hot day in a childs mouth. Darkness was swallowing her. She felt so heavy. So incredibly heavy. Gasping, she felt pain engulf her weighing her down. Flapping her arms, trying to keep in the air. Then, crashing down. Crashing, crashing. She screamed all the way down. Only she was falling in darkness.
She gasped leaning up. She was in the middle of a house. Looking around, she was naked and alone. Rolling off the stone alter, she hit the ground and groaned. The floor was cold but it felt nice. Groaning, she rested her cheek against the floor. She waited. Wondering who she was, where she was, what the hell was happening.
Last she could remember was blinding white light. People telling her to breath. It was hard to breathe when your lungs were filling up with some liquid. She was drowning in the middle of an ER. She sobbed with the unjustice of the feelings. Reaching out- THen she was flying. She was free from pain, sadness, anger.
Standing up, she stumbled looking around. There were no mirrors in the room. It was beautiful. Looking down, she was dressed in a white nightgown. The neckline of her nightgown was down between her breasts. She looked around and ran to the door. She was not sure where she was going, but she was driven by instincts. Her fee knew where she was going. It began to rain hard on her, she was not aware she was stripped bare, washed, and clothed in a nightgown. It was soft and beautiful. But she was running down sidewalks, roads, barefoot. She stopped at a small house and bit her lip. It was raning harder. Raising her fist she knocked on teh door and panted.
Elena Birches had been beautiful. Her hair was brown but streaked naturally with different colors. Her blue eyes looked at the door. Her skin was a porcelain. She stood at 5'8 and was curvy and beautiful. She swallowed and leaned to the door and began to knock knowing that whatever was inside, held the vast amounts of the answers to her questions.
"Hello?" She said and looked up at the door and shivered. Stepping back, she looked down and away. Moving away, she looked around wondered where she was going to go. Tears rolled down her face and she chocked back a sob. Suddenly, she was incredibly hungry. So very hungry. She could hear everything, every little car horn, every animal. She shut her eyes and fell to her knees and gripped her head whimpering softly.
Darkness.
She was soaring through the clouds at top speed. Reaching out her arms, she can feel the clouds. Looking up, there is nothing but sky. Looking down, there is nothing but sky. With a sigh, she smiled as her soul was at peace. Nothing could go wrong.
But it did.
The bright light evaporated around her like cotton candy on a hot day in a childs mouth. Darkness was swallowing her. She felt so heavy. So incredibly heavy. Gasping, she felt pain engulf her weighing her down. Flapping her arms, trying to keep in the air. Then, crashing down. Crashing, crashing. She screamed all the way down. Only she was falling in darkness.
She gasped leaning up. She was in the middle of a house. Looking around, she was naked and alone. Rolling off the stone alter, she hit the ground and groaned. The floor was cold but it felt nice. Groaning, she rested her cheek against the floor. She waited. Wondering who she was, where she was, what the hell was happening.
Last she could remember was blinding white light. People telling her to breath. It was hard to breathe when your lungs were filling up with some liquid. She was drowning in the middle of an ER. She sobbed with the unjustice of the feelings. Reaching out- THen she was flying. She was free from pain, sadness, anger.
Standing up, she stumbled looking around. There were no mirrors in the room. It was beautiful. Looking down, she was dressed in a white nightgown. The neckline of her nightgown was down between her breasts. She looked around and ran to the door. She was not sure where she was going, but she was driven by instincts. Her fee knew where she was going. It began to rain hard on her, she was not aware she was stripped bare, washed, and clothed in a nightgown. It was soft and beautiful. But she was running down sidewalks, roads, barefoot. She stopped at a small house and bit her lip. It was raning harder. Raising her fist she knocked on teh door and panted.
Elena Birches had been beautiful. Her hair was brown but streaked naturally with different colors. Her blue eyes looked at the door. Her skin was a porcelain. She stood at 5'8 and was curvy and beautiful. She swallowed and leaned to the door and began to knock knowing that whatever was inside, held the vast amounts of the answers to her questions.
"Hello?" She said and looked up at the door and shivered. Stepping back, she looked down and away. Moving away, she looked around wondered where she was going to go. Tears rolled down her face and she chocked back a sob. Suddenly, she was incredibly hungry. So very hungry. She could hear everything, every little car horn, every animal. She shut her eyes and fell to her knees and gripped her head whimpering softly.