Edenville

Regulus found himself in dark room. The sounds of screams and cries fill the air around him. "W-what's going on?" he began to run to try and escape the screams and darkness trying to escape his past until a figure of a women stood before him crying he could not tell who this girl was but he felt like he should. "Hey are you ok?" He cried out to the girl. "Why are you crying..."

"I'm so sorry..." the girl said as she shoved a sword through his chest. Regulus fell to his knees as the darkness began to devoure him as he calls for help that would never come.

The prince awoke with a scream of horror. His body drenched with a cold sweat as he gasped for air "Hah...hah...hah Thats three nights in a row having that dream." Regulus was in such a state of shock he almost didn't even notice that his alarm had gone off. After turning off the alarm he buried his face into his hands "Why can't i remember that night..." Several minutes went by before he decided to start his day by getting a shower.

The warm water of the shower washed of the sweat as he stood under the stream of water letting the room fill with steam. He almost lost track of time as he was lost in his thoughts before he got out of the shower and put on some fresh clothes.

The sun was what woke her that morning. She could faintly hear the sound of her alarm going off in her room; if she didn’t turn that off soon her grandma would burst into her room and demand Jacqli get her lazy rump up and dressed for school. . . . Only, she wouldn’t find anyone in the room, it would be devoid of any human life. Jacqli hadn’t gone to sleep in her room, no, though it wasn’t as if that was something uncommon with her, many nights passed her by when she didn’t go to sleep in a bed like a normal girl. On nights like the previous; when the sky was clear of clouds, the air was crisp and cool, the teenager would open her window and climb out onto the rough roof of her home with a blanket and look up at the stars.

Jacqli would just lie there on that blanket and look up at the heavens, pointing out stars to herself and constellations as the seasons passed on and on. She’d fallen asleep looking at Summer Triangle; the stars Vega, Deneb and Altair. Despite the fact that it was still technically summer, the air the night before had been cold as always. Her breath had been visible to the eyes as it came out in that mist; floating against the canopy of the dark skies and gleaming stars. . . . And that’s what she’d fallen asleep to, seeing her own breath against the Summer Triangle.

The sun was blaring against her skin as morning set in, and even though Jacqli would have enjoyed laying there on the roof, letting the sun just beat against her flesh, she forced herself up with a groan and a yawn, and looked up to the lightened skies. Letting out a sigh, the blonde ran a hand though her hair and scratched her scalp in a lazy fashion as she clutched onto the edge of her blanket with her other hand, and began to shimmy down the side of the roof, back to her window so she could turn that annoying alarm off. . . .

The incessant beeping . . . why Jacqli even bothered setting it was beyond her; perhaps it was of simple habit. Dropping her blanket onto the floor, the teenager got on her tippy-toes and clutched onto the window as she slid it down, and shut it; grandma hated it when she left her window open during the day. Jacqli promptly hit the OFF button on her alarm afterward, digging through her drawers for the clothing she was going to wear to school. . . . Everything she owned looked weird with something else she was going to wear, so it didn’t really matter taking the time some girls did just picking out an outfit.

After this, breakfast, goodbye to grandma and the usual ten minute jog to school, she rubbed at her eyes, My normal everyday Monday morning. Jacqli thought, throwing her clothing on; some random pick of a yellow top and black skirt, her shoes a strange pair of clear Converse that showed her patterned yellow and black socks.

“Jacqueline!” she heard her grandma call to her, “Come on, it’s time for you to be off to school; your lazy rear was too late to get breakfast, again!”

Jacqli smiled a touch at her grandma’s words, she didn’t sound upset or angry, she never was. Those words were familiar to her, she was used to hearing her grandma call her lazy and using the term ‘lazy rear’ often, it was sort of a sign of endearment she supposed, and it really was something Jacqli was grateful for, more so than she could ever admit. “I’ll be going shortly grandma, I need to comb my hair and brush my teeth first!” Jacqli hollered, getting up.

“Well hurry it up!”

And so, she did, Jacqli was quick about doing what else she had to do before she was off to school, slipping her messenger bag over her head and onto her shoulder; the weight was familiar as well, full of text books and things of the like from the homework she had over the weekend. She plastered the normal smile onto her face, said goodbye to her grandma with the normal hug and a kiss, a wave when she got to the edge of the yard and a shouting of “Be careful!” on both sides. That slightly eerie smile remained on her thin face as she walked along the sidewalk; Jacqli cleared her mind of anything negative and prepared herself. Still though, despite the well practiced façade Jacqli had going on, even she couldn’t resist the twinge of pain in her heart when her clear eyes looked down and glanced over one of her exposed scars on her arm, people of course stared themselves if they caught sight of those too.

To Jacqli though, those markings were things that were better left up to people to question because they were memories that she herself would rather forget. Of course though, memories aren’t exactly something that are easy to get rid of. Especially when they leave a permanent reminder on you, it’s something that is burned into the brain and left to brand you for-almost-ever. Things like that aren’t easily forgotten, right?

Jacqli stopped where she was, that false smile faded from her face as she looked down at the ground, her eyes dulled as she reflected on that one scar; where it came from and whom it was that inflicted it on her. Part of her really wanted to forget, and another knew she couldn’t, and that would be her purpose in living now, to keep people from having to feel how she felt now, that hollow feeling deep in her heart that gnawed at her bones.

The girl just couldn’t help the pain that overcame her then, it just overtook her and she stooped down, her arms wrapped around her legs as she squished her face into her knees, she kept telling herself, ‘It’s just a memory now.’ But it didn’t matter, at the moment she was alone, cradling herself out in front of someone’s house, not that far from home herself and unless Jacqli actually had a reason to shove these memories back into the box they belonged in; they would continue to devour her for some time to come.

And she couldn’t have known she’d dropped down in front of a particular house, perhaps the strangest house in all of the little town of Edenville. Jacqli had been overcome by her own memories in front of the home of three particularly interesting people. . . .