Post by Vivinette Rendair on Apr 7, 2009 23:04:21 GMT -5
The most vivid dream I've ever had is of looking over at my sister, Ellie. Everything around us is white, down to the linoleum floor. Her face is badly burnt, but she looks so peaceful.... So pale and fragile. I remember reaching my hand to her, trying to touch her, trying to wake her. Her skin is cold against mine. Cold and brittle. Slowly, she begins to crumble into dust, but her face remains, framed by slightly singed chestnut hair. Still and lovely, even burned.
Even in death.
I jolted awake, clutching at air beside me, trying to find Ellie. I sat up, staring wildly around, catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I gave a disgusted grimace at my pale skin, my lackluster, tangled black hair. The brown eyes I'd always hated, the acne that was on my face, my neck, my arms. Looking back now, really, I didn't look that bad. But we're only human. We all want to be better than we are.
Something I'll never be.
Returning my mind back to my mission, I rose from the bed, padding across the deep purple carpet that coated the floor of my room, to the door. I wrapped my palm against the cold brass of the doorknob, and immediately shivered. I opened the door, stepping lightly into the hallway, then twisted around to better see the doorway beside mine. Slowly, I eased toward it, opening Ellie's door quietly.
"Ellie?" I whispered,"Can I stay with you tonight?"
I watched as my older sister slowly sat up, her beauty ethereal in the moonlight filtering through the window. My stomach clenched in jealousy, my eyes narrowing.
"What's wrong, Jess?" she murmured, turning her doll-like face towards me,"Have a bad dream again?"
"Y-yeah..." I managed to choke out, trying not to be bitter towards my own sister. I thought she was going to tell me to go back to sleep, that everything was fine, like she usually did, but she merely smiled sleepily and moved over, patting the space beside her.
"I had one too," her gentle voice said, causing me to stare as I walked toward her. Seeing this, she laughed. "I get bad dreams too, Jess. I'm not immune from them."
I nestled in beside my one-time best friend, wrapping my arms around her slim frame. She hugged me tightly, and we stayed in silence for what seemed like ages until she whispered,"Do you want to talk about it?" My head, nestled in the crook of her neck, shook, signaling no to her. "I see...."
Slowly she began humming a gentle lullaby, one that both of us knew would put us down for the count. Slowly, my eyelids drooped and I felt myself returning to the land of sleep.
I didn't dream this time.
Even in death.
I jolted awake, clutching at air beside me, trying to find Ellie. I sat up, staring wildly around, catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I gave a disgusted grimace at my pale skin, my lackluster, tangled black hair. The brown eyes I'd always hated, the acne that was on my face, my neck, my arms. Looking back now, really, I didn't look that bad. But we're only human. We all want to be better than we are.
Something I'll never be.
Returning my mind back to my mission, I rose from the bed, padding across the deep purple carpet that coated the floor of my room, to the door. I wrapped my palm against the cold brass of the doorknob, and immediately shivered. I opened the door, stepping lightly into the hallway, then twisted around to better see the doorway beside mine. Slowly, I eased toward it, opening Ellie's door quietly.
"Ellie?" I whispered,"Can I stay with you tonight?"
I watched as my older sister slowly sat up, her beauty ethereal in the moonlight filtering through the window. My stomach clenched in jealousy, my eyes narrowing.
"What's wrong, Jess?" she murmured, turning her doll-like face towards me,"Have a bad dream again?"
"Y-yeah..." I managed to choke out, trying not to be bitter towards my own sister. I thought she was going to tell me to go back to sleep, that everything was fine, like she usually did, but she merely smiled sleepily and moved over, patting the space beside her.
"I had one too," her gentle voice said, causing me to stare as I walked toward her. Seeing this, she laughed. "I get bad dreams too, Jess. I'm not immune from them."
I nestled in beside my one-time best friend, wrapping my arms around her slim frame. She hugged me tightly, and we stayed in silence for what seemed like ages until she whispered,"Do you want to talk about it?" My head, nestled in the crook of her neck, shook, signaling no to her. "I see...."
Slowly she began humming a gentle lullaby, one that both of us knew would put us down for the count. Slowly, my eyelids drooped and I felt myself returning to the land of sleep.
I didn't dream this time.