Snippet #1279936

Sae stood in the middle of the busy streets; people raced by her unendlessly, almost seeming to ignore her completely. Of course, there were those few that could never tire of staring at her glistening white hair. Everything seemed so blurry; she hadn't completely woken up yet and had a hard time focusing on anything. Turning around; almost like she was in slow motion, she saw a women drop an apple. The only one she had and another man didn't waste any time picking it up and running off with it. Slowly, just like all her others motions she reached out to him and attempted to yell but her voice only came out as a gentle whisper. Looking in that direction she saw a familiar face; she saw long, silver, and somewhat dirty hair blowing gently. She saw a scarred face evident from vast torture; a pained face that she was incapable of shaking off. Sae blinked and the man was gone; no where did she see even a hint of white hair aside from her own.

Then she woke up.

It had happened again; another dream that wasn't anything like the ones she had before her premonitions started. Of course, she had no way of knowing when or where this would happen, or even if she would be there when it did. For all she knew she could have been seeing someone elses future, but this wasn't the first time she had this dream. So maybe, maybe if was for her.

Sae had other dreams that predicted the future, this wasn't the first. All of them she had been present in and had happened to her. However, though she has seen this dream countless times it had yet to happen. Why was it tempting her so? She wished that she didn't have to worry about this any longer. Sae wished she was normal. The fact that she couldn't be sure of her own past but yet could see some of her future scared her. It also seemed unfair. If anything she would much rather be sure of past instead of her future. Everything was backwards for her and she hated it.

Still laying in her bed she clutched her head and pulled on her hair. Frustration always gripped her everytime she woke up, because everytime she dreamed it seemed to be like this. No longer could she rest in peace. Was it alright for her to hate dreaming? Isn't that what kept many people going in this hell on earth? Did that mean nothing was keeping her going? No, there was something. Her revenge. She would achieve it, or at least she hoped she would be able to but her fear somehow got in the way. A coward, that is what she was. No way did she want to become like him. He who got taken away, he that occupied so many of her dreams, he that had evidently been tortured, he that had so many scars.

Finally getting out of her bed, she proceeded with her morning ritual. Which contained all the necessary items in order to be clean and well dress; making sure to remember her jewelry. In her eyes the jewels seemed obsolete but her parents insisted upon it and thus she had no choice. Once finished she left her room and made her way to the front door. At which point she entered the closest thing she had to freedom; the business part of the third district.