Brelione//DruigxOC

Very Good

Four days pass from the last, chalk hitting black board to mark off the time since the last incident. He said to me, not to worry about it. That I cant do anything about it and there is no goal, he's just keeping track to look for patterns. Oddly enough, since the last time, i've been sleeping better. Not a single dream has crept into my mind, a thoughtless log on a mattress for hours, the end of the world could not wake me. My arms wrapped beneath my pillow, one beneath my stomach, one leg hangs out of the blanket. It's oddly comfortable, more than sleeping on my back that wont stop aching. Ive noticed, these two bruises forming just below my shoulder blades.

When I was on my way to the bathtub, the water warm and full of flowers, i caught a glance of myself. How my spine seemed to protrude from my skin, the black and purple marks the size of fists forming on my skin. They didnt hurt to the touch as most bruises should, just a stain of pain on my skin. I had submerged myself in the water, locking myself in time. Bubbles grazing my skin like fingertips, i let myself rest. Giving into myself, my legs grew together as they had not done in so long, odd looking fin tilting from the end of the tub, shimmering scales, an odd fuzzy feeling along me.

I want to give into the magic, to let it control me like I never have. I've fought it off for years, forced it to the back of my mind, kept it at arms length. But how much better could I be if I became what i'm meant to be? In the form of this creature, I held myself in the warmth, feeling my body fall asleep as my mind kept awake. It felt like being dragged, my body. Not my mind, no, this isnt the usual terror that consumes me. I was pulled, through the darkness and into a light, an empty pool besides the plants, stones. Smooth and rough, fine sand, sun cracking the water into shining shards, floating against eachtoher as sunlight leaked through, dancing lines across the sand.

Water has memory, and this water, this was the water that had touched me before. Letting myself turn, I watched a shadow of a boat on the bottom, the oysters and clams. Before Thena's wedding, when all was well and together, when he rest in the boat above the surface, waiting for my satisfaction. But here, here the boat dissolves into bubbles, the sound of tired whistles hits my ear as the scene changes. Water pounds against the surface, creating laps of white music that has a comforting pressure against my skin as I move beneath it. It's dark here, but its not sinister.

Its the kind of darkness that's comforting, I dont sense anything here, no bodies in the water. The surface is painted with hues of neon, bright colors of bioluminescent plants. I dont recall being here before, seeing such glorious glowing organisms. Lifting myself to the surface with no worry, pleased to find that the surface is just as warm as the water, the air heavy with magic and excitement, wind carrying the sound of whistling as shoes hit twigs.

The pool is lined with stone, black and smooth that my hands grab carefully. Arms crossed, I watch the land, the sky flicked generously with thousands of stars, bright and colorful, purple and pink bleed into the sky like ink, a few clouds covering the full moon. I wait so long, for the whistling figure to pass. My brain craves the sight, faces flashing before my eyes as I try not to let myself build up hope. But though its so close, the figure never arrives.

With a sigh, i fall back into the warmth, eyes falling open right back in the bathtub. Something of an out of body experience, one so impossibly enchanting that it hasnt left my mind since. So pleasant and wholesome, I want to go back there. But I havent been there since, havent been able to gain that feeling again. Its so frustrating, trying over and over until I am on the verge of tears. But today, I need to be good. To be calm, to ignore the evident problems in my life. Because maybe then I can get back there and have my suspicions confirmed. His fingertips tap on the door, waiting for my response as he calls out my name. He's such an early riser for reasons I dont understand, early mornings serve us no purpose anymore.