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That Dreadful Day When Red Spider Lilies Bloomed (Opening)
It's dark, and I'm running and running, trying to find someone. Anyone. Everything is dark and I can't see my hand in front of me. I've tripped several times and I can feel the blood trickling down my leg, but I can't feel any pain. It's like I've gone numb. My breathing is heavy and ragged, though, as I stumble forwards in a vain attempt to escape the cold darkness.
'Where are you? Where am I? Why is it so dark? I don't like the dark!'
I trip again and fall on my face. My skin is violently ripped open by the harsh ground and I hear a crack as my nose comes into contact with the hard, unforgiving surface. My cheek and nose are bleeding profusely and for a short moment I feel pain. However, it's not the sharp pain one would expect, it just feels like I lightly smacked myself in the face with my palm.
Splatter.
The blood falls to the ground in small droplets, making tiny sounds, and forms a small bright red puddle that almost seems to glow in the darkness. I stare into the puddle, barely seeing my own reflection in the liquid, for a brief moment before getting back onto my feet.
I start running again, blindly grasping into the air in front of me as I go. The darkness completely envelops me and seems to go on for eternity. Perhaps it is hopeless after all to try to escape? I squat down and rest on my feet, looking down, just staring down into the black darkness.
'What if I never, no matter how much I try, escape? Perhaps I should just give up? It's not like anyone would notice... It's not like anyone would...'
Shimmer.
I see something. Something light. I lift my head and see something light up ahead of me. Somehow finding the strength to get up I stand up once more and takes a step forward. Towards the light, and one step becomes two and two steps become a third, which in turn becomes a sprint. I dash forward and push myself to reach the light. I can feel its warmth. I can feel the heat and a sense of security. It feels safe, and I know I need to reach it.
With every step I come closer to the light and I want nothing else but to reach it so I can bask in its luminous glow, and as I close in I feel more and more of my body becoming enveloped in light. I feel it. I'm just steps away.
I reach out with hand and tries to grasp the light and I feel it on the tips of my fingers. And allowing my face to break its frigid mask of apathy I feel the corners of my lips curve up into a smile. It's so close. I'm so close... I can almost touch it.
Then everything becomes black again. The light disappears and the shadows swallow me. One lone teardrop falls and shatters when it hits the ground.
'Where are you? Where am I? Why is it so dark? I don't like the dark!'
I trip again and fall on my face. My skin is violently ripped open by the harsh ground and I hear a crack as my nose comes into contact with the hard, unforgiving surface. My cheek and nose are bleeding profusely and for a short moment I feel pain. However, it's not the sharp pain one would expect, it just feels like I lightly smacked myself in the face with my palm.
Splatter.
The blood falls to the ground in small droplets, making tiny sounds, and forms a small bright red puddle that almost seems to glow in the darkness. I stare into the puddle, barely seeing my own reflection in the liquid, for a brief moment before getting back onto my feet.
I start running again, blindly grasping into the air in front of me as I go. The darkness completely envelops me and seems to go on for eternity. Perhaps it is hopeless after all to try to escape? I squat down and rest on my feet, looking down, just staring down into the black darkness.
'What if I never, no matter how much I try, escape? Perhaps I should just give up? It's not like anyone would notice... It's not like anyone would...'
Shimmer.
I see something. Something light. I lift my head and see something light up ahead of me. Somehow finding the strength to get up I stand up once more and takes a step forward. Towards the light, and one step becomes two and two steps become a third, which in turn becomes a sprint. I dash forward and push myself to reach the light. I can feel its warmth. I can feel the heat and a sense of security. It feels safe, and I know I need to reach it.
With every step I come closer to the light and I want nothing else but to reach it so I can bask in its luminous glow, and as I close in I feel more and more of my body becoming enveloped in light. I feel it. I'm just steps away.
I reach out with hand and tries to grasp the light and I feel it on the tips of my fingers. And allowing my face to break its frigid mask of apathy I feel the corners of my lips curve up into a smile. It's so close. I'm so close... I can almost touch it.
Then everything becomes black again. The light disappears and the shadows swallow me. One lone teardrop falls and shatters when it hits the ground.
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This is a little preview/opening to an original story that I had thought of to write. I had a basic idea and a good concept and good characters, I think, but then somehow... The motivation and intent with it flew out the window and disappeared somewhere. I can say this much at least without spoiling too much. The protagonist is a 16-year old hikkikomori whose name is Ruriko.
Would anyone be interested in me picking this up? Or do you guys just want to scrap it all and just focus on my fanfics...? =.=
Oh yeah! The red spider lily in Japanese flower language (hanakotoba) is associated with loss, longing, abandonment and lost memories, which should clue you in if the opening hadn't already, what kind of theme this story with have. It's also generally known in Japan as the flower of death.
And a small last note. I wanted this to be put in a drama/emotional category, but that, apparently, isn't available for original works... So I'm left with general fiction as the category... =_=
Disclaimer:
Everything belongs to me. All and any similarities to other media are coincidences.
Would anyone be interested in me picking this up? Or do you guys just want to scrap it all and just focus on my fanfics...? =.=
Oh yeah! The red spider lily in Japanese flower language (hanakotoba) is associated with loss, longing, abandonment and lost memories, which should clue you in if the opening hadn't already, what kind of theme this story with have. It's also generally known in Japan as the flower of death.
And a small last note. I wanted this to be put in a drama/emotional category, but that, apparently, isn't available for original works... So I'm left with general fiction as the category... =_=
Disclaimer:
Everything belongs to me. All and any similarities to other media are coincidences.