Dancing on the River
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Thread Topic: Dancing on the River
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...At some point, I knew where I wanted this story to go. Now, I guess I'll just wing it. Feedback of any sort is quite welcome~
So for what its worth,
the sky will be yours..
You can have all the stars,
and the sun within it, too.
Its all for the one I love the most.
All for the one who hates me most.
Its all for you, all about you..
Water followed her tracks, as she danced over the surface of the river. The answering ripples were so slight, their presence may have gone unnoticed to anyone else. If anyone else were ever here She had the faint memory of a kind-looking boy staring at her as she danced, eyes wide, mouth gaping, from the safety of the shore. A boy with curious, admiring eyes, that had watched her with a face waiting merely for her to finish her song. A mouth that seemed to want to call her name. A name she had left behind long ago.. Was it him she sang to now? The oddity of this song almost never struck her anymore. A song she had never learned, but one she felt a dire need to sing every night. With no explanation for this occurrence, she offered her voice to the endless expanse of the sky above, tossing the notes teasingly into the wind, each one ringing more perfectly than the last. Her steps graced the glassy surface of the water, without disturbance, and her voice seemed to stand as a call to every pure being that ever lived. Every pure being that never came to her aid when the inevitable fall arrived. The eyes that glimmered from her lovely, weary face were a lustful shade of silver, and they glowed even through the darkness of the night. They fell further into the depths of the river she danced on with each note, comprehending, with anguish, the cold current she would be mercilessly plunged into, again and again. She continued her song, unsure of where she ever learned it, and having given up on trying to recall.
You can have it all my love,
if you would only save me..
Im standing here alone,
and I think Im dying.
You dont have to forgive me,
I wouldnt if I were you.
The day you wake me from this nightmare,
is the day Ill wake you from yours, too.
Clutching at her chest, and ruffling the fine fabric of her plain white dress, she fell to her hands and knees, resting still on the surface of the pond. A gasp of surprise escaped her lips, followed by a violent shudder that shook her whole body. The ripples ended their crusade to the banks of the river, and stopped altogether, and the song attempted, once again, to cease its seemingly flawless flow from her mouth. She choked on a cough which brought blood to her lips, from somewhere deep in her core. The taste of her own blood was tainted and bitter, as if it had turned to venom in her heart. A streak of crimson dripped from her mouth, and her eyes shut tight in an effort to close out this all too familiar pain, and the sudden burst of agonizing emotion that came with it. By now, she was sure, she should be used to the pain. She should be able to stand up, to walk away from it all. But, once again, the pain rushed through her veins, a stabbing, scorching fire, and made her torture feel like a new one. And once again, this deep seeded need to finish her now constant lullaby forced her lips to part, let the blood trickle into the water below, and allow the song to flow out again.
I just want to hold your hand again
I need to know youre still the same.
She staggered back onto her feet again, a struggle in itself. A struggle she had long grown accustomed to. Very soon She pressed her palm, hard, against her lips, trying to hold back the vile blood that was burning her throat, trying to leave her body once again.
Eyes wide, she took one more step, and faltered. This time, her body sank below the surface, an explosion of cold shock pressing in all over her skin, turning her poison blood to ice. She gasped for air, coughing beneath the surface, as water rushed in and filled her throat, her lungs. Now there was nothing left. Nothing but the inevitable end to her song. Her eyes stung, but she couldnt make them close. The shining of the moon, an untouchable light that mocked her every evening, was all she had left now. That, and the words that had been carved into her mind over the course of several years now. Even underwater, her voice rang out like a clear bell- a nonsensical thing that only served to remind her that this was all..
Ill ask you one more time, before its over
Her conscious, quickly slipping, detected one last thing. That all too familiar voice, the one she had heard every night for years. A gentle voice that whispered a lovely name, one she felt was even more familiar than her song. Eyes slipping shut, her mouth opened to call out a reply, to finally answer that call that had been beckoning to her for so long. But those words seemed so foreign now, unwillingly replaced with the final words to her song, the ones she had said every night, when all she wanted was to call out to that warm, expectant voice. The voice she always heard, calling a name she was almost certain was her own, just before it all faded to black.
Please save me. -
*I apologize, I originally typed this up in word so I could spell check it... I forgot that copying and pasting from word get's rid of all my apostrophes. e.e' Terribly sorry.
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.....Cried while reading. That's all I have to say. It's that awesome.
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:O OHMIGOD THANK YOU.
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@The Coldest Sun Are you a boy? Gosh! I thought you are girl.
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Whut. ._. I'm definitely a girl.
WAIT.
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Yep, I definitely have boobs. What gave you the idea I was a boy? And how is that relevant to this....? -
Well.... Its not my intention to be Unrelevant.
You mentioned 'Maru' in the sub-title. That's why i got confused. You should've mentioned 'Mari'.
I'm sorry for disturbing you. I won't bother you again.
BTW, your writing is beautiful. It melts my heart. I can relate to it so well. Its hard for me to continue reading it. So i stopped in the middle. I'm gonna try again to read the rest of it after sometime. -
I've given my name as Maru, though my friends call me Mari.
And you're not disturbing me~ Just asking.
Thanks a lot for the feedback~ I'm going to try to continue it (with apostrophes, preferrably) once I think of how to. ._. -
Thank you for clearing my confusion. You're so humble. Your writing is freakin awesome. Take care Bye.
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Thank you very much~ ^-^
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Finally figured out where I want to go with this~ Now I just need to type it up. >:3
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Tired eyes flickered open to take in the dim light allowed through the barrier of the curtains. She lay still in bed, taking in the too-familiar room with remote disgust. A plain white room- nothing more, nothing less. This room where she had spent most of her life, trapped like a butterfly entangled in a web. She sat up slowly, back sore from a long night spent writhing about in her sleep. She turned herself toward the edge, having to move much more than was reasonable, given her small size compared to the huge bed.
The plain white covers ruffled slightly under her weight- no more than a hundred pounds. She lowered herself to the waiting floor, but before her toes could brush the cold concrete of it, her ears registered the loud tumbling of her door being unbolted. She sighed, closed her eyes. Another day she wouldn't be allowed to leave her bed. She heard the door open, and opened her eyes only enough to peer out at the nervous-looking man who entered from beneath her lashes.
"Good morning, milady." he mumbled, rushing in and pausing at the foot of her bed to bow respectfully.
"Good morning.." she replied in a barely audible whisper. He looked uncomfortable, even slightly offended as he glanced back up at her, turned to her window, and pulled the curtains open with an abrupt motion of the hands. She winced as the bright light of the sun invaded her prison cell of a room, filled it with an intense shining, and burned her eyes. She turned her head away from it, eyes shut tight, until she thought she could handle the light. She opened them again, slowly, cautiously, and glanced back at her hand. It looked so odd... Like sunlight reflecting off the snow. Too pale to even be human..
The servant turned back to her, lips forming a tight line across his face, as if she had annoyed him, but he knew saying so would cost him gravely.
"May I get you anything, milady?" he asked. The words were an offer, but his tone was sarcastic and crude. She averted her eyes from his agitated face, stared at the floor instead. She found herself too depressed now to speak, so instead she just numbly shook her head.
He gave her a terse nod, and headed for the door at a hurried pace, like he wanted desperately to get away from her. He paused as he reached the threshold of the door, glanced back at her, and painted a fake smile onto his face long enough to alert her that breakfast would be up momentarily. She nodded in response, and waited for him to leave.
"I'm sorry.." she whispered to herself, when she was certain he was gone. She could never say that to their faces... She remembered quite well what had happened the last time she had apologized for her nature. Wandering the castle halls when she knew she should have been in bed, like her father had told her again and again. She should have known better. But she had grown curious, wondered what her servants did when they weren't silently expressing disgust for her.
That particular day, she had annoyed a rather lovely maid of hers. She had always liked that maid.. She had a lovely smile. But the girl tended to annoy all of them with her quiet, which they always mistook for a reluctance to converse with them- as if she regarded herself more highly than them. The lovely maid was no exception.
"I'm sorry.." she had muttered, hoping she would forgive her timid responses. The woman had given her that same lovely smile, nodded her head, left her. But as she wandered, she'd heard her servants- the lovely maid included- ranting about her pitiful state. How weak she was, how helpless. Why should they have to serve this frail, arrogant girl? Those words had stung her badly, and she had crept back to her room and hidden under the covers for the remainder of the day.
Now she sat alone, eyes still watering from the rush of sunlight, and a little bit from the pain of that dream, the one she had every night. She sat there, patiently awaiting a breakfast she knew she would only stare at. She could sit like this only for a moment before the memories of the dream rushed her mind, filled her chest with pain. She gasped aloud, and clutched at her burning throat. This was what happened when she was alone. Why did her father do this? Why leave her in a room that left no room to distract herself? Left alone surrounded by the plain white walls that seemed to suffocate her just like the river of her recurring nightmares..
She forced herself to move, feet tapping loudly against the floor as she shoved away from the bed and ran for the door. The servant had left it open for the nice man who brought her breakfast for her, and she rushed out, stumbling over nothing in her attempt to escape a dream she would never outrun. It would never leave her. When her father had found that this dream was the reason she always awoke in tears, when she was merely six years old, he had sent her to this secluded place, miles away from anything or anyone. For a while he had visited her every few weeks, but the last time she had seen him now was three months ago..
The thought of her father came hand in hand with more thought about her dreams, and she stumbled again before tripping. Her head slammed against the wall as she fell, stunning her so that she forgot to catch herself. She landed in an aching heap on the floor of a long hallway, halfway to the wash room. For a moment, she contemplated just laying there and waiting for a servant to wander by to help her. But that would mean being escorted right back to that claustrophobic room, which was not an option.
She pressed shaking palms against the floor and made herself stand up. It took a long moment to steady herself again, and when she started off again, it was at a much slower pace, using the wall to support herself. She found the door to the washroom and fumbled with the doorknob until it opened, and walked in.
This was another fairly simple room, not plain white like her bedroom, but no bright colors or lovely pictures like she remembered from her room when she had still lived with her parents. Her unsure feet found their way, one in front of the other, until she came to a stop in front of the grand mirror her father had sent her on her sixteenth birthday. By horseman, of course. He was far too busy a man to deliver it himself.
She placed one trembling hand against it, steadied her breathing, and raised blank black eyes to study her sad reflection. A plain white dress flowed loosely around her knees, blending rather well with her nearly paper-white skin. It fit quite loosely around her stomach- her father had been unable to find a dress small enough to fit her malnourished frame. Her eyes shown, but only enough to prove there was still life in the corpse-like girl's body. Long, pale-blond hair fell messily around her shoulders, some covering an entire half of her face. She adjusted it so she could see her entire face- the face of a doll long neglected by it's owner.
"Hello, my name is Laura." she whispered to her reflection. Somewhere in the back of her head, the image in the mirror animated, moved at it's own will. It smiled bitterly at her, clicked it's tongue scoldingly.
"No it's not." it replied, eyes alight as it taunted her.
"Tell me what is." she whispered, and the reflection only laughed, then stilled again into her pathetic self. Only now did she realized how closely she had leaned in in hopes of hearing finally what her name truly was- not this fake name her father had given her all those years ago. Why had he hated her name so much? Why couldn't he at least tell her what it once was before he changed it? Before he had abandoned her? She sighed, her breath fogging up the mirror and shrouding her sad face as a tear trickled down her cheek. She turned away from the mirror, and left the wash room hastily. -
She sullenly found her way back to her room, and headed straight for the window. Even now she had no chance of leaving. Her room was a safe distance from the ground- a fall from it meant a shattered spine. And the doors were so heavily guarded.. She leaned out the window to peek at the stern guards that always stood there, ready to attack anyone who wasn't authorized to enter. At first, it was just her head, but she could not catch sight if the guards. So she leaned out a little further, until her toe tips were only barely touching the floor, and she supported most of her weight against the window pane. Sill, her eyes could not find the guards. A little more, and she found herself slipping forward, nothing left to hold herself up with.
Her stomach turned to ice as she felt the sensation of impending pain, inevitable hurting. She choked back a scream and forced herself to focus on regaining balance, hands straining to catch a hold of the pane until she paused, weight balanced evenly over it, and slowly lowered herself back to the floor of her room. She stood in shock in front of the window, rubbing at one hand with the other to ease the pain of forcing all of her weight onto it. She felt an odd sense of suspicion now, not so much for what had happened, but what had not. No guards had rushed from the doorway to see where all the scuffling noise had come from, no voices had cried out for help. The guards weren't at the door.
It seemed odd, knowing that no one was there, should anyone come for her. No one ever had, but now the possibility was open.. There was also a sense of relief infused with her breaths as she slowly made her way back to her bed. Was her father going to allow her outside? No guards to stop her... Was that why? She sat slowly down, wrinkling the bed sheets further, and stared at the wall. Outside.. What would that be like?
Footsteps approached her room hurriedly- most likely her breakfast. The servant seemed to be in quite a rush this morning. These footsteps were more a sprint than anything else.. She glanced up at the door again as a tall figure appeared there, and froze.
A man she had never seen before stood there, one hand resting against the door for support while he crouched there to pant. He had messy brown hair, and wore clothes much like that of a rogue warrior. He looked up at her after catching his breath, and she felt her eyes go wide as they took in the ugly scar covering half of his face. She was certain it was an old wound, but the edges were so ragged, the flesh so raw, it looked like a fresh wound someone had taken no more care than to cleanse of blood. He straightened up and took a step toward her, breathing still fast from his run.
"You.." he said, pausing to breathe a little more. "You're Laura Ferril?"
She stared at him with frightened eyes, and he repeated his question, this time proceeding a profanity. She nodded numbly in response.
"Yes.." she mumbled, though something in her mind was screaming at her to lie. The man smiled.
"Good. Just the girl we're looking for." -
Haven't read the second part yet, but I was listening to a song while I read the first part. It seemed very accurate to the story, I think. It's called Heart Of Stone by IKO.
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Still here. .3.
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