- Hidden Journey -
What Dreams May Come
into the sky
And I will wake up happy."
--As I Lay Me (Down To Sleep)-- by Sophie B. Hawkins
_____________________________________________________________________________Images. That's all they were...It's all they should be. Ask any scientist, as long as they're not crazy and have dreams of world domination, and they'll probably say that dreams are simply garbage your brain is ridding itself of. Silly little images, emotions, things you see and experience during the day, week, or month. Too bad scientists never say how much those dreams, that brain trash, can hurt.
It's not enough to dream of it, no. That would be too easy. I can see it, flashes of memory, when I close my eyes - even during the day. It feels like a part of me is still there...trying to fly Gary to safety. I know I succeeded, but some part of me still can't let go.
And yet, it's not just the images and dreams. Sometimes, when the emotions are strong enough, I can feel the pain...all over again. I can feel the suction of the void, the pain in my back of whatever energy bolt had hit me, and the weight of Gary in my arms.
I haven't told anyone about my dreams. Definately not Gary, of all people. What would he know about bad dreams like this? This reliving of the past...over and over again. A good shrink might say I'm in shock or something. Personally, I wouldn't disagree.
Looking over, I saw Gary staring at me, a hint of worry in his mahogany colored eyes. I flashed him a smile, "What's wrong?"
"That's what I'd like to know." He sat back on the blanket. We were in part of the huge backyard of my parents house. My parents were long gone, that being back in the 'real world.' Matt was conveniently out with his g/f. and Gary and I were alone, having a picnic in the back yard.
"What are you talking about? Are the Games getting you stressed out or something?" Gary was participating in some League Games this week. Some sort of League Qualification Trials thing. "Because if they are..."
"No, that's not bothering me in the least," He sniffed disdainfully. "What I want to know is why you look like something out of a horror movie."
My temper flared, "What I would give for a handy mallet about now."
"Heh, that's a little bit better."
Just like Gary to be totally not worried about impending bodily harm. "You have a point in this dialogue somewhere, right?"
"Of course," He flicked a hand through his hair, "I always do."
"And it would be..."
"It would be that I've watched my vibrant girlfriend slowly vegetate for the past week and a half," He frowned at my glare, "Uh-uh, it's true. You haven't eaten much, you barely get out of this house, and Matt has told me you're up at all hours of the night. What's going on?"
"Nothing?" He stood up, forcing me to get up from the blanket. Grabbing me by the shoulders, he guided me in the house and upstairs.
I grinned, "Why Gary, this is all so...so sudden!"
"Sudden my ass," He snorted, "I want to show you something."
"Really," My tone was dry, "You're so romantic."
"Get over yourself!" He said forcefully, shoving me into the bathroom. Flicking on the lightswitch, he had me stand in front of the mirror. "Have you even looked at yourself lately?"
"No, I'm not as arrogant as you are."
"Cirrus, please," Gary hugged me carefully, "I'm scared for you. You have to tell me what's going on." He turned me about, forcing me to look in the mirror.
The girl in the mirror didn't look much like me. The silky blond strands looked dry, the eyes weren't as bright as they had been. Her face was gaunt and there were dark circles under the golden eyes. I flushed in embarasment and turned away from the haunted looking girl.
"I can't get rid of them...I..they just replay over and over again," I buried my face in his broad chest, gripping at his soft black shirt, and breathed in the soft scent of his cologne. "It's like I can't leave that place. I feel like I'm trapped there."
"Dreams...Cirrus, why didn't you tell someone? Why didn't you tell me?"
"What, and have you think I was crazy?" I turned my head, looking at the mirror. The image I saw could've been romantic, save for one thing. Me. I closed my eyes. "I couldn't..can't...bear the thought of loosing you."
"Why would you think that?" Gary asked, confusion in his voice.
I opened my eyes and he tipped my chin up, catching my gaze with his. "Because I'm not good enough for you." I couldn't keep the winsome tone from my voice, and I couldn't keep the tears that welled up from falling. "Because you deserve someone better than me."
"Well, that's impossible then," He looked at me with a twinkle in his eyes, "Because there's no one better than you. I'd be quite alone without you."
"Ooh, stop that!"
"That..that twinkle thing."
Because you make me weak in the knees. Because my heart starts to beat faster than a Pidgeot can fly. Because it makes me as senseless as a Psyduck. But most of all, because I love you for it... But I said nothing.
"Aah, Cirrus," He smiled tenderly at me, "When you look at me with those big, golden eyes I just melt."
I opened my mouth to retort, but found I couldn't. Gary had taken advantage of my silence to knock me sensless with first one, then two kisses. He captured my lower lip in a tender kiss, drawing back and releasing me.
Studying me, he held me close and began to kiss away my tears. Starting from my chin, he darted little kisses up the left side of my face to my closed eyes. My body tingled as if shocked by a Pikachu and my heartbeat flew as he caught my lips in several kisses. I dragged my hands through his hair as the kisses deepend.
He broke away and began on the right side of my face. I giggled as he drew one hand through my hair and felt the other pressed against the small of my back, pulling me closer to him. He had just gotten to my cheek when we heard a sudden...
Oh no!! Who caught Cirrus and Gary in such an interesting moment? It sure wasn't Mew, that's for sure!
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