Lilith, The Albino Seer
'Don't wake up. Don't wake up. Stay asleep. Stay asleep.' Silent screams corrupted the depths of her mind. Deep in REM sleep, she jerks and twitches, wrestling with the gloom. The dark shroud surrounds and suffocates her, wrapping around her body like a wriggling snake. 'Don't let them take you. Stay asleep.' The scream, pulsating and forceful, pounds at the back of her eyelids. The seer chokes on the gloom, waving her arms out to nothingness, pleading. There were no walls or floors, she floated at the mercy of the darkness. A vast amount of space that contained her in her dreams. However, it wasn't as bad as it seemed. It was less fearsome than the world outside.
'No!'
The young seer squirmed in the cold environment. She lurches forward, taking in gulps of air as if she had been dragged out of deep water. Her big clouded, crystal orbs flashed wide open. She was back outside, figuratively speaking of course. The albino seer, who went by the name Lilith, rubbed the sleep from her eyes. She looked down at her fingertips. A single white eyelash sat delicately on her index finger. She pursed her pale, chapped lips and blew, her eyelash taking flight. Lilith made a wish. "Let me leave." She whispered to herself. She gathered her consciousness and took a moment to drink in her surroundings. She was back in her little closet room. She used her elbows to hoist herself up into a sitting position. The old cot left familiar pains in her back, so she stretched to pop it out. Lilith noticed the cause of the cold chill was laying on the floor. She had kicked her blanket off while she slept. She picked herself up and began to straighten up her room. She dusted the shelves, made the bed, folded her nightgown; and lastly, changed into a simple, cranberry red dress. The silhouette, that had first took her, gave her only those two things to wear. She opened the closet door to check if there was any note left, taped against the woodwork.
Unfortunately, there was. Lilith ripped the note off and began to read it. It was a to-do list for the day. She was told to mop the floors all over the chambers home. It was not an easy task. Afterwards, cook a large pot of chicken broth to serve the household staff. Lilith slinked back into her room with the note. She took a moment to peer into the cracked mirror hung on the wall, opposite to her cot. She fingers the knots in her ivory white hair. Her bangs hung just above her eyes, tickling against her curled eyelashes. She licks her lips as she takes a whole handful of her mid-lengthed hair, tying it up into a high ponytail. Tuffs of short hair frame the sides of her face, refusing to be a part of her ponytail. She didn't mind though. It was enough to prevent her hair from becoming a nuisance while she cleaned. In the dark corner of her dim room, she grabbed a mop and cart to bring with her. She would have to work fast to cover up the whole ground and still cook dinner in time. Lilith would also have a hard time being distracted by all the colors that radiated off of the household workers.
It was strange. Even though she followed the same old routine for two years, she had a feeling today wasn't going to be just any normal day.
'Don't wake up. Don't wake up. Stay asleep. Stay asleep.' Silent screams corrupted the depths of her mind. Deep in REM sleep, she jerks and twitches, wrestling with the gloom. The dark shroud surrounds and suffocates her, wrapping around her body like a wriggling snake. 'Don't let them take you. Stay asleep.' The scream, pulsating and forceful, pounds at the back of her eyelids. The seer chokes on the gloom, waving her arms out to nothingness, pleading. There were no walls or floors, she floated at the mercy of the darkness. A vast amount of space that contained her in her dreams. However, it wasn't as bad as it seemed. It was less fearsome than the world outside.
'No!'
The young seer squirmed in the cold environment. She lurches forward, taking in gulps of air as if she had been dragged out of deep water. Her big clouded, crystal orbs flashed wide open. She was back outside, figuratively speaking of course. The albino seer, who went by the name Lilith, rubbed the sleep from her eyes. She looked down at her fingertips. A single white eyelash sat delicately on her index finger. She pursed her pale, chapped lips and blew, her eyelash taking flight. Lilith made a wish. "Let me leave." She whispered to herself. She gathered her consciousness and took a moment to drink in her surroundings. She was back in her little closet room. She used her elbows to hoist herself up into a sitting position. The old cot left familiar pains in her back, so she stretched to pop it out. Lilith noticed the cause of the cold chill was laying on the floor. She had kicked her blanket off while she slept. She picked herself up and began to straighten up her room. She dusted the shelves, made the bed, folded her nightgown; and lastly, changed into a simple, cranberry red dress. The silhouette, that had first took her, gave her only those two things to wear. She opened the closet door to check if there was any note left, taped against the woodwork.
Unfortunately, there was. Lilith ripped the note off and began to read it. It was a to-do list for the day. She was told to mop the floors all over the chambers home. It was not an easy task. Afterwards, cook a large pot of chicken broth to serve the household staff. Lilith slinked back into her room with the note. She took a moment to peer into the cracked mirror hung on the wall, opposite to her cot. She fingers the knots in her ivory white hair. Her bangs hung just above her eyes, tickling against her curled eyelashes. She licks her lips as she takes a whole handful of her mid-lengthed hair, tying it up into a high ponytail. Tuffs of short hair frame the sides of her face, refusing to be a part of her ponytail. She didn't mind though. It was enough to prevent her hair from becoming a nuisance while she cleaned. In the dark corner of her dim room, she grabbed a mop and cart to bring with her. She would have to work fast to cover up the whole ground and still cook dinner in time. Lilith would also have a hard time being distracted by all the colors that radiated off of the household workers.
It was strange. Even though she followed the same old routine for two years, she had a feeling today wasn't going to be just any normal day.