"...Are...you leaving me...again?..."
(OK THIS IS A SMALL STORY OF MIO AND MAYU FROM FATAL FRAME II: CRIMSON BUTTERFLY THAT IM WORKING ON )
(OH YEAH ITS ON MIO'S POINT OF VIEW )
I awoke to a bad dream...once again. A mansion, a village, and a huge manor...afterwards...a Crimson Butterfly. I looked to my side to see Mayu, my dear beautiful sister, quietly sleeping in her bed. I swinged my legs over the bed, taking off the sheets, and walk over to Mayu's bed. I see her sleeping so calmly and place the palm of my hand on her forhead. For the past week shes had a fever. It wasn't getting any better.
(JUST TRY MAKING UP A HOUSE FOR THEM IN YOUR HEAD )
I decided to go downstairs for a drink of cold water and to bring Mayu a new wet cloth for her forhead. I felt uneasy about our house since we were told that not long ago, somebody died here, but we tried not to think of it much. We lived with our unlce, Kei Amakura, who curently was out of town on a reasearch about an old urban legend that supposedly had to do with his friend, Yuu, who had passed away, and his fiancee, Rei Kusrosawa, who has been having these strange dreams. Dreams like the ones I started having ever since he left 2 weeks ago.
Uncle Kei does'nt know about my dreams or Mayu beign sick. He hasnt replied my last letter eather.
I entered the kitchen and grabed a clean glass. I filled it up with water and drank the liquid slowly as to not to hurt my throaght at how cold it was. I set the glass in the sink and grabed a small plastic bowl, filled it up with cool water and set it up on the counter. From the cabinet I took out a small green cloth, swung it over my shoulder and grabbing the bowl full of water, carefully made my way up to our room again.
"Mayu..." I whispered as I placed the newly wet cloth on her forhead and put the old one in the old bowl"
Taking the old bowl and old cloth off the small table and halfways out of the room, i hear a voice.
"...are...you leaving me...again?..." I rapidly turn around and look at Mayu...who is still sleeping like nothing. A little shocked by this I still go downstairs and get rid of the bowl and cloth, placing them where they belong.
I walk over to our room once again and decide to go to sleep...hoping this time the dreams wont come back again.
(PEOPLE! TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK THEN I MIGHT CONTINUE OKS? PLEASE )