Fan Fiction ❯ Colours of Madness ❯ Brocken Promises ( Chapter 1 )

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By: DeJaVooo
How do you know when you crossed a line, when you are no longer thinking rationally or when you are in denial and everything seems fine until you begin to realize…

Once, years after your death, I dreamt
You were alive and that I’d found you
Living once more in the old apartment

I regretted your return from the dead
And said to myself almost bitterly,
“For godsakes, what was the big rush,
Couldn’t she wait one more day?”

-from a poem The Dream by Irving Feldman

Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Psychological | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.25.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 525 | Status: Work In Progress

"But you are mad!"
"Mad? I think not, look" she slowly extends her pale hand palm facing upwards. A small cube appears to be floating just above it. It divides into small cubes all different colors, until they are as small as the sand grains. She stares in front, with a small smile on her lips.
"Its beautiful isn't it. So many colors!"
"Go back, go back home." the voice is firm and angry.
"But..." The cube begins to tremble, until it explodes and all the air is filled with colors as they fall to the ground.
"Can you mend it?" She asks curiously.
"Your madness is obvious to me now" the voice states.
"I don't think that you can. You know why?" her hand falls down to hang limply beside her body.
"Its million pieces." She takes a step forwards, stepping on some of the small cubes, which crush beneath her feet.
"But maybe just because there is no point..." Her gaze is still locked on some invisible object in from of her.
"Is it a part of the world that you've created?"
"A world that does not exist!" She exclaims suddenly spinning around, hands falling to her sides.
“This, this is much better. Don't you think so?” She smiles again.
“No”
Frowning she looks upwards for a second “I didn't think so.” She bends down to pick up the cat, which she so carelessly dropped down a few minutes ago. Surprisingly it still lay there patiently waiting for its owner.
“O, come kitty-cat we'll go and find you a big fat rat!” She sang out, as the cat lazily yawned showing its four rows or sparkling white teeth. Its big yellow eyes narrowed just a fraction and a smile creped on its face.
“Madness, do you not see it?” the voice sounded softly, as if coming from far away.
 
The girl absently stroked the cat; a low rumble erupted from its chest.
“Do you think its going to rain, kitty-cat?” She asked quietly.
It turned its ember eyes towards the sky, seeing that she looked up too.
“Purple…” She mumbled “with purple you never know.”
Feeling slight pain she looked at down. Red liquid made its way down the small cuts on her arm.
“Bad cat.” She sighted, releasing the hold of it. It gracefully laded on its feet and liked its lips with a long pink tong.
“Maybe you should go find your rat now” She simply stated turning around. After taking a few steps forwards she glanced back.
“Just don't kill the flowers, I have to water them tomorrow” she stated. The cat blinked acknowledging the request and disappeared behind the huge mushrooms that hid a small path which always ran two steps ahead you.
She kept on looking at the spot for a few more minutes before smiling again. “I wish it'd catch the rat sooner, the flowers…the flowers I will have to replant tomorrow too.” Musing she made her way to the house.
 
Darkness knocked on a small wooden door.
“Is it already evening?”
“Talking to yourself?” it asked.
“Thinking, just thinking.” Said the girl, stepping aside as she opened the door.
“Please come in.”
 
Silence only disturbed by rhythmic tic of the clock and the soft footsteps that echoed through the room, could be probably heard for miles, or so she thought.
“How long has it been?” asked the girl.
“Does time really matter? You got what you wanted” stated the darkness.
“What I wanted? I think I was rather foolish.” The girl sighted. “And now I again want something that I cannot have.” She rubbed her cold hands together. “I hear it, I really do. This melody! It goes on and on but I cannot catch it, I wonder where I first heard it.” Her eyes stared forward, not seeing the fireplace nor the paintings, trying to see into the past and remember something that's was long forgotten.
“So you will stay here.” Spoke the darkness. Girl's eyes franticly moved to the left then to the right, finally stopping to look straight ahead again.
“Well, I have no where else to go, and this is the only place where I hear that melody.” She said yawning. “But you know, maybe someday, someday when I will be free. I will leave this place, I will fly away!” She exclaimed throwing her hands up in the air, stretching her fingers toward the wooden roof. “Fly, and be free.” A sad smile graces her thin lips, as she sat back on the floor.
“That's childish. You know better then to think that.” The darkness said in the low tone. “You cannot gain your wings; you never had them to begin with. Even though your heart maybe beautiful it is still empty. And it will remain so.” It said. The clock showed 6 o'clock now.
The darkness stirred. “Time is the one that fly's, farewell.”
“You'll be back” said the girl, to the now lit room. “You'll be back”