Burst #23: Captured Dreams (Prologue Part 1)
Posted September 30th, 2013 by Cherrybomb
A/N: I know I'm going to do the part two of this prologue after this, but I'm not sure if I'm going to continue it afterwards. It was a spur-of-the-moment thing, and it's not really developed or anything, so I'll probably get stuck somewhere(like usual). So.
By the way, Sachi is a basically the character's name, so the part after it says that is from her perspective. XD
The world is not as pretty as you’d think.
There is always a dark side to everything in it, no matter how much you might love it. The sun is beautiful, but it can burn you, the snow is wonderful, but it can kill you. In this world, nothing is of only white, there is black as well. Black with darkness, black with evil, black with death and hurt and pain and sadness.
The world is ugly. Behind it’s mirage of colors and dreams, lays a twisted imperfection which only few can see. We just do our best to ignore it. We continue to live in a maze of lithe flowers and golden harps, smiling faces and silver laughs, lost in our own wonderful imagination. This dream is our lives, this dream is our hopes.
When we wake up, all that is left for us is death.
The day of the surgery, I was very afraid. I was caught between pride that it was finally happening, smugness at how furious my younger brother would be at the realization of him having to wait another two years, and fright at whether it would hurt or not. They said it would be fine, they said it was like falling asleep and having a wonderful dream. Then, when I woke up, I’d be perfect, and the surgery would have been done.
I was still afraid.
I stared around at the adults around me, the silent guardian figures of my childhood. You’re going to become one of us now, they said. Won’t that be amazing? It would be, I had told them, of course it would. I would become an adult with the surgery, and become flawless. I would no longer be a child, weak, powerless. I would become strong, pretty, and smart. Everything I’d ever looked up to in adults.
So why was I afraid?
I shivered and clutched onto the arm of the chair, my knuckles white. My legs stuck out of the blue hospital gown I was dressed in, eerily pale and thin in the bright lights overhead. A woman was sticking little wires onto my skin, using little pieces of colorful tape. A cluster of reds, of blues, a line of yellows and green, a group of purples. I thought it was random at first, but it soon became apparent that it had been done on purpose.
It looks like a rainbow, I thought. I said so, and the lady looked at me without smiling. She stared at me for a moment, perplexed, then continued sticking the little wires onto my skin.
I hadn’t minded, adults were programmed not to smile. It was supposed to be one of the things only children were allowed to do. I wondered how adults could stand not smiling, but I thought there must have been some other way for them to do it. Maybe they simply smiled in their minds.
I let myself grin one last time, savoring it long after the woman had disappeared from the room, the door silently closing behind her.
By some unseen controls, my chair slowly slid down, putting me in a horizontal position. I blinked and winced, the light was too bright.
Air filtered into the mask over my mouth. I took a breath, thinking, This is it!
The next thing I knew, I was asleep, dreaming.
The dreams were wonderful.
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