the dream child {☾} [stella one-shot] day three.

the dream child {☾} [stella one-shot] day three. Jul 3, 2015 4:47:54 GMT -5

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Post by Avalon on Jul 3, 2015 4:47:54 GMT -5

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T H E D R E A M C H I L D
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You had lips stained with poison that seeped deep within your flesh as each little white lie slipped from your tongue. And it pained you truly and deeply for the toxin was lethal and your life has always been dangling over the edge of a cliff, formed by the deep crevices of your wandering imagination. It slipped into your bloodstream and raced through time, trying to find the source of devastation and corruption. Singeing the precious veins that carried each drop of blood you felt as though the pain was the most unbearable thing you'd ever experienced in your life. And you were wrong, for it reminded you that of your past life before this one you've seem to find yourself continually falling into, simply because you slipped. And when something slips it falls, and when something as fragile as a human made of a thin layer of glass hits the cold, hard ground, it shatters into a million pieces. A million pieces you try so vigorously to fix, held together with thoughts to feed your curiosity and imagination, those that twist and distort the harsh reality into something more. Something that strives and thrives to become the sweet reality formed from a paradise all inside the unlimited proximity of your open mind. It welcome even the simplistic thoughts inside and turns them into something you wish was true, into something you dreamt about even from such a tender age. And while you accept this imaginary world, one where promises come true and you always win with a sword held tightly in between your closed fist and white knuckles. You wear your crown proudly and for once you feel as though the odds are in your favor and victory is within reach and you fail to realize that this is all but in your hopes and wishes and you can't comprehend that dreams die, just like people do. Just like you do. Just like you will. It's all about making you happy and making you feel the pain slip away with every second- minute- hour- day- eternity that you waste, for pain is your worst enemy. You fail to realize that the world you've been living in screws you over more than the harsh reality you face, for it is full of false hopes and desires that won't be fulfilled ever, but you continue to crash and burn in peace and serenity. For it feels as though the grime filled window has been unlatched and open, allowing sunlight to beam through and gently kiss your skin with it's welcoming, heat-filled embrace. You cannot seem to slip out of the paradise, yet you can't see nor feel it stealing your bones day by day. It's the only heaven you'll ever be going to for now it's too late for forgiveness, the mark has been made on you and your days are numbered, but it's all fine as long as the pain is over with and nothing can hurt you any longer. Here, in this world, nothing hurts, the pain is lost, left in the real world, the one you slipped and fell out of. Your suffering is put to an end, but it doesn't dawn on you that your suffering even more, for it's hidden behind smoke and mirrors and pretty little lies that take the shape if flowers that spring throughout the fields for miles and miles to come. And when it's all done you fail to realize that when something as fragile as a human made of glass shatters it is never going back to it's pristine and perfect condition. For every time it drops a new mark is left on an empty patch that was once crystal clear. And as it hits the ground and you shatter into a million pieces among whoever was capable of dropping you, the sky crumbles down alongside you, and pain and fear pulse through your veins, but it's okay, right? As long as you're still able to slip into the world where there are no worries to trouble your pretty little mind. Where the slight imperfections that make it 'perfect' in your eyes take over the pain and fear and form it into something it's not. It's all hidden by closed theater curtains that only reveal themselves when you can accept that the world you would like to live in is nothing but a fascination that was formed from an innocent little girl who had the whole world locked away from her reach. Kept inside a castle room at the top of the highest tower, you created a world that you imagined what the outside would be like. Locked away, trapped, within four walls that surrounded you no matter where you turned, no matter where you went. And within those four walls laid a lone window, one that was covered in dust, dirt and grime. It was one that held a small opening that you were able to peak through, one that showed you a glimpse of the past each time you looked through it. And in that lone room laid a lone door, one that was parallel to the window, it's tall and wooden, missing a knob from where it's supposed to be. It is when you look through that hole though, that you see a glimpse of the vague future. The locked door held no keyhole and the window held no latches, for they were not entrances nor exits. Not for you. For you're put at a stand still, between the ever moving forward future, and the past that has been left as but a memory. It's always been a funny thing though, for you don't live in the present, you're trapped among a completely separate timeline that expands through eternity. You don't move forward. You don't move backwards. You don't live anymore. For your life has been sucked dry from your very existence, the light in your eyes seeped out along with the tears that trailed down your face once you entered such a cruel world. All your promises had been stolen and everything you could've achieved were lost, never to be found again. You're a dead girl walking, looking for a chance at a life that never was, a life that never had much meaning to it. But you couldn't see it.

["Stella, you need to let go of it. You're not a little girl anymore!"]

["I- I can't-"]

You snap awake at the sound of little, tiny feet racing above you. Your eyes scan the room, and you feel an odd presence that haunts among you, but it escapes your mind, just like everything else. Your eyes flutter at the sunlight as it beams through the various windows that surround you. It's much different now, there are various amounts of them that reside on each wall, and not a lone of anymore. The sunlight shines brightly through, too much for you to actually see what lies outside of them. You entered a dreamy state, but you haven't realized it yet, and it's so surreal but you could never see that, could you? The only thing that clouds your vision is dust particles that flow through the air and showcase their presence through each light that bends within. Suddenly your feet begin to move, but you're not the one controlling them, for you were never actually in control of any aspect of the life you never lived. It is involuntary and you can't put a stop to it, but that doesn't cross your mind, for you were always the one who chose curiosity over the unknown. You're guided through the house that looks familiar, as thought you've been there before but your mind and memories are so clogged and cloudy that you cannot exactly tell. Your white, lace nightgown that sparkles in the sunlight flows behind with every step- every movement you make. Coming across wooden stairs you take slow steps among each of them, and you haven't realized it yet. It isn't until you hit the top that you come to a halt, your head turns to the left, and the hall extends into oblivion, where the bright sunlight kisses your soft skin gently, a heated burn places itself upon your flesh, but it's comforting. Making a right turn, the hall behind where each footprint has been left, begins to sprout trampled grass, and from those patches spring new patches of grass and flowers and trees and as you reach a door, your once prosthetic hand is replaced with a new one that wraps it's fingers around one key. Slipping the key into it's rightful whole under the knob you unlock the wooden door and twist the knob to reveal a room that sets you back in time. And as fast as you realize it is when the world takes a turn and the once bright world is replaced with dark woods that race past you. Every step you take towards the girl, who sits faced away from you on the opposite side of the room, the more it expands away from your reach. And once you hit the floorboard it rings with the creaking sound that it once made that one night you woken him from his slumber. It is then that the room is now completely replaced with dark woods as far as the eye can see, and each step is anticipated ahead of time that the trail of footsteps leads right behind the girl that won't even turn at your very presence. It isn't until your right behind her back that you realize your one pure, white, lace dress has been cut up, torn and covered in dirt. Something crawls up your throat, and in an attempt to force it back down your mouth parts and-

"STELLLAAAAAAAAA!!"

And it is with that very name that a fit of rage passes over you, and there's nothing you can do but raise your hand and strike. With one- two- three- the number fades away and you lose count after the first few that your surge is finally over once that lashes that mark the girl turn into graves upon her skin. And in front of your very eyes they multiply until they are no more with the ending result of one grave stone that takes the place of her. For she was already dead, and always has been. You read the words that mark the piece of stone and it reads "Stella Summit." Your mind boggles you and you feel the overpowering rush of depression, desperation, sadness take over and tears begin to rush down your face, leaving trails that burn into your skin once rubbed off, for they never disappear, they can never be wiped away. You feel the sudden urge to turn away and so you do. Everything is instantly replaced with a white room with a lone mirror you now stare into. But you don't stare at yourself. No. You've been hiding behind a false appearance and you stare at a man who once was. A beast of a man that now lays six feet under in a grave with a tombstone marked "Summit."

["Daddy-"]

You were never your own person, Stella. And as the world comes crumbling down for you, and your time comes, no one will remember you for who your are. For you have never truly lived. Why does your heart race with every beat as though it could shatter the world around you into a million pieces? For you've never had a beating heart before. Dead girls don't have beating hearts. You knew you were never meant for reality. Only fairytales.

So why does your heart beat so? You were never alive.