(Open) Daydreams Are My Nightmares

"Purenessa..."

The voice sounds like a terrible creature trying to sound sweet. I reach up, covering my ears, but it slips through my fingers, swirling around my head.

"Purenessa... Purenessa, you can't run... you can't run from what you've done..."

I close my eyes, too, as if that will help, but of course, it doesn't. It never will. Because the voice is right. I can cover my ears, close my eyes, and hide in a dark corner, but it will still be right. Like a venomous snake, the truth will slip around all obstacles until it's found me, and let it's poison infect me once more. It's the worst kind of poison, because it was designed just for me.

"You pretend, and lie, and hide your tears, but you're falling apart on the inside, and you know it. It's taken a long time, and it will take a while longer, but it will happen, Purenessa. You will break."

I let out a small whimper, dropping to my knees. I'm surrounded by black sky, and a thousand stars. But the stars are too bright, and they seem to shine right through my eyelids. And the voice is too loud. It hurts my ears, and makes my head pound.

"Purenessa, maybe I should just tell you now. Make it easier."

"No!" I shout, opening my eyes wide and looking up. "No!"

"Come on, Purenessa... you'll be fine..."

My eyes open wide, and my fingers grasp the hard stone beneath me. I'm breathing hard, and feel like I'm going to puke. I take in my surroundings quickly, immediately recognizing the cave. My home. Well, it's one of many, anyways.

I look at my fingertips, and find them rubbed raw, with some tiny little nicks here and there. I must have had a battle with the ground while I was asleep.

I stand up, staring at the sunlight that pours through a little hole in the front of the cave. Somehow, it's enough to light the whole place up. I wince at the bright light, and jerk my head to the side slightly, so that my long hair stops tickling my nose.

My stomache growls, and I grip at it regretfully. I have to go into town today. I'm starving, and need some fresh medical supplies. But the thought of all those people, and all the stares... I put a hand up to the side of my head, as if it can somehow make my the pounding go away.

Brushing off my dark jeans and black jacket, I silently take a look through the hole. It's one of those days where the sun pours down, the weather has an almost comfortable chill to it, and the clouds are white and puffy.

Disgusting.

I yank my hair back, into a rubber band, and climb through the hole, landing silently on the ground outside.

The town is full of people. They're chattering seems to form one big voice that's speaking a million words at once, and it fills the air, making my headache worse. I keep my face impassive, though, as I weave through the sea of people, searching with my eyes for a good bargain on food. So far, all I've seen is jewelry and fancy clothing. District One's specialty.

I'll repeat myself: Disgusting.