A/N: Was stuck at work waiting for my mom, so I scribbled off a
couple 100-word drabbles for "Not Forgotten."
"Waking To the Nightmare"
A boy with dark hair, strange eyes. Another with white hair,
marks on his cheeks. A girl with small breasts and a diamond on
her forehead. They're happy. They're with you and they're
Then you wake up and remember that those boys are men and the
girl a woman and the bitterness- the ugly words and uglier
feelings- comes rushing back in one heartbreaking instant, and
you are not young, you are old and you are dying and it's one of
those boys who you are fighting, one of your precious people.
Couldn't save him from himself.
* ende *
. : and every time that i open my eyes i remember that i am in
hell : .