Thread: Forgotten ; A HÃ«llvÃ«n series (Me/yoursoul)

All rights to this role play belong to the following O l l i x x x x x yoursoulisinmycloset Her mind was elsewhere. Drifting over the simple characters of a book. She wondered why things in her life always had to mess up. Why couldn't her life just be like a romance novel? Where there was someone whom loved her for her and didn't expect much else of her. But no. Reality was a bitch. No matter how much she tried to escape from it through a book or her own imagination, she knew she couldn't. Snow? Her head snapped in the direction the voice came from. It was from a woman in her late thirties sitting in a large comfy leather seat. Her brown hair was pulled back in a messy bun that was weighed down and rested against the nape of her neck. Her lips were painted with a bright red lip stick. Her skin was tan and her eyes a bit almond shape. A bit of Asian decent, no? She held formal dress clothes on her body. Some black dress pants with a loose button up blouse. Her legs were crossed and her hands on her knees. She tapped her fingers against her knees impatiently. But her smile was warm and gentle. This woman looked like she had just stepped out of the twenties into the modern world. You were saying? The girl's mind that had been wondering rose a brow. She bit her bottom lip and tapped the large dictionary looking hard back book on her lap. Confusion was written all over her face. Would you like to talk about something else? Like the book in your lap... The elder woman gestured to the book that sat in Snow's lap. The girl straightened her back as the woman smiled. No doubt she had gotten some of the wondering girl's mind to pay attention. ...is it any good? Yeah..uh...sorry what were we talking about... Her voice was soft and childish. It was a tad bit like a little girl's but it was befitting to this girl. Her words had trailed off. Snow's white brow had rose a bit, and her hand was making a gesturing motion to the woman in the comfortable care subconsciously. You were talking about how you feel like you do everything wrong. How you try the best you can be, but you never feel like it's enough. The woman smiled brilliantly, her teeth were a bit messed up but she was still radiant with enthusiasm. It's Trisha Martin, Snow. Snow slunked back. Knowing now that she had gestured her hand toward Trisha to coax her name out of her. Sorry... Came Snow's apologetic mumbles. This caused Trisha's face to turn blank with a soft frown. I guess..I just feel like I do so much but no one ever seems to trust me with anything. When I do something wrong, it breaks me and makes me want to bust into tears. Is that bad? She gazed up at Trisha with the crystal blue pools of her eyes. They were beginning to water once more. Clearly the reason she had drifted off in the middle of talking. Snow. No one is perfect, everyone makes mistakes. If someone doesn't appreciate you for you, then there is no reason you should try and empress them. Do you understand? Snow nodded her head solemnly. I just feel like if I'm not perfect then they won't love me anymore. I'm always so curious and wondering what's going on around me and I can't keep my mouth shut so- Do not worry so much deary. I can honestly tell you that you are as close to perfect as it can be. But God is still the essence of all perfection. I'm not trying to preach to you. It's just- Your believes. I understand. A frown hung amongst the two of them. Trisha was trying her best to coax the tired Snow to be happy and gitty like she had been the week before last. But the tiredness of a week without proper rest was weighing over Snow's slumped shoulders. I still can't believe it happened... The tears that had been swelling in her eyes overflowed down her pale cheeks. The lingered on her chin before dropping onto the book. But she made no motion to wipe them away as she leaned forward and her long white hair created a barrier around her face. It's understand to be upset. But please do not blame yourself for this happening. It was not your fault. Everyone has told you that. You were no where near there when the house busted into flames from a gas leak. Just be calm, Snow. Trisha had moved onto the feet of her high heels. She was bending over, her arms now wrapped around Snow's fragile frame. Snow looked like a delicate old lady that if Trisha squeezed to hard she'd break all her bones and die. Be strong darling. I know it's hard but you are just grieving for your own loss. they are in a better place now watching over you. Snow nodded her head in response as Trisha whispered the soft words into her lips. Trisha pulled away and walked over to her mahogany desk to fetch a box of Kleenex before striding back over to the sobbing Snow. Trisha's eyes were even watering up, but no tears spilled from her sockets. Snow took the box of Kleenex gratefully and wiped her red puffy eyes and nose. Making sure no snot rolled into her mouth. She stared down at the ground. Unable to speak more words as her lips quivered. They sat in silence for a good deal of time. But Trisha had no strength to tell her that her hour was up and they needed to reschedule. They were running over someone else's time, thirty minutes into the next hour. Trisha just stared at Snow wishing she could tell her everything would go back to normal. Her life would be perfectly normal again. But Trisha couldn't lie to Snow. Snow already looked so completely fragile, and her body was getting physically sick from the mental shock of the accident. You know...I can still remember hearing them giggling and laughing to me on the phone. They were telling me how proud they were of me that I was making something of my life and I wasn't depressed anymore. Then as they were laughing. I can still hear my mom walking inside with dad. Telling me she's just going to set down the phone for a second. Then all I hear is a loud boom sound and the phone line dies. Her soft child like voice squeaked as her heart twinged with pain. The room feel steadily silent once again. Snow didn't make another noise, she just stared at her feet as the tears rolled down her face to make soft puddles of wetness in the carpet. Every now and then she wiped her nose, but that was it. Two hours had passed that they had been locked in the room talking about such painful things. Things that needed to be addressed quickly, and they had. They both moved out of the room into the waiting room. Snow's hands were in the pocket of her teal spandex joggers jacket. Her long black eye lashes were clustered together from the amount of tears she had been crying. But she didn't say a word to Trisha. She only waved her hand and moved to go out the door. It had been a long day. Getting things for her cat like kitty litter, getting gas, etc. This whole day was just a blur. There was doubt the bags wearing under Snow's eyes as she slide out of her car, locked it, and walked inside to her apartment building. The long trip up all the flights of stairs was killer. She had been too tired to remember that there was a steel elevator that went all the way up to her twelfth floor. When Snow had walked in, she had quickly changed her clothes to go to sleep. She climbed into bed and crawled under the covers. Moving and turning off the last remaining light. The sounds were subtle at first. She barely noticed them. But then they grew bigger and bigger and she listened to her name being whispered around her. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly and brought the covers up around her neck. It was just her over active imagination getting the best of her. If she just closed her eyes and thought of something else, it would go away in due time. But it didn't. The whispering of her name got louder until she could distinguish the fluxation of the voice. It was deep, seductive, alluring, sexy, and it was defiantly a male's voice. Then she felt something leaning against the bed and leaning over her. The hairs on Snow's arms and the back of her neck stuck up as she felt the soft warm breaths of her exposed left ear. She was facing the left side, curled up in a ball in her bed. Why won't you open your eyes for me? I miss you and your embrace. Come to me. Just follow my voice. Come to me... His voice trailed off and as quickly as the voice had spoken, it had died down to it's vanishing murmurs. Snow snapped her eyes open. Her eyes quickly adjusting to what little light was illuminating from the moon into her bedroom. She felt the presence drift away from her. Her eyes quickly found the large hand prints of a male's hands, probably five times the size of hers. But then they quickly lifted and there was only small indents in the sheets from where the man had been. She heard the soft thud of feet against her wooden floor. Her eyes diverted from the mystery of the hand prints in her sheets and shifted in the direction from where the foot steps were headed. There was a long full body mirror bolted into the wall that reflected her in the bed she laid in. It's bottom rested against the ground. Suddenly the glass shimmered, rippling like water as though something had passed through it, and the foot steps had seized. Her stomach twisted but she could not believe what her eyes had let her gaze upon. Snow rubbed her eyes furiously and stared at the rippling of the glass till it settled down. It looked perfectly normal just like a moment before whatever had stepped in that direction had passed through it. With a shrug, and an un-easy feeling in her stomach, she was ready to go to sleep. Besides, she believed she was only seeing, feeling and hearing these things from the lack of sleep. But as she began to tell herself it was all right she was just hearing things, the voice with a disoriented sound like it was coming from the other side of the mirror called to her again. Come to me...I miss your embrace... The glass rippled once to tell her she needed to go to the other side and join the voice. Snow really didn't want to go through the mirror. She would have gladly have ignored it. But her body reacted to the alluring sexy voice and she was on her feet. She rubbed her right eyes furiously as she yawned. Her body wobbled over to stand in front of the mirror which towered over her head. She watched the mirror settle into it's form again. She ran her fingers over the surface of the mirror. It too rippled under her fingers like water would have. It vibrated, telling her to hurry up. It was inviting her in, and with a grimace. Snow knew she was going to accept it's invitation. She squeezed her eyes shut and took such a deep breath that her cheeks popped out. With one easy stride, she moved through the glass to the other side. Snow stood there for a long time, surrounded by darkness with her eyes shut. But she had released her breath. There was only the eerie ringing of silence in her ears. Then smells wafted into her nostrils, delicious smells. There was also the weird sounds. It sounded like people shouting at one another and there were big zoom ing sounds. She couldn't understand the language that was being spoken. But then, as quickly as all the noise and smells had started, she could understand them. Like she was a radio and she had been placed in between channels. But lucky she found the right channel. She opened her eyes. The pupils became huge with fright as she saw what laid in front of her. There was a small outhouse looking place on top of a large black hill with a black tree and a tire connected to it for a swing. Surrounding the area was a large bellowing black gate that had spikes and barbed wire wrapped around it and the fencing died into the distance. But everything was burnt to a find crisp in front of her. Snow was afraid if she took a step forward the ground would crack and float into ashes around her. She stared amongst this place in front of her, examining it slowly as her hands dropped to her side. The gate was firmly shut and there seemed to be no sort of walkway up to the outhouse. But she still heard the shouting of people and the noises and smells coming from behind. She turned around to find that the burnt ground went out away before a line of shops and a busy street full of beings covered in thick clothes to conceal their identities and humans were walking around. The people, or creatures, shouting had little small booths set out and were raising their hands trying to get the attention of people as they walked by. But as the walkway began, people materialized from it and talked to one another over the up roar. No one noticed Snow. Creatures were faced her way but their attention was drawn to the others walking past them. With a slight wonder, she thought maybe she had been turned around and this was the actual way she should be facing. But as she took a step forward to try and walk onto the way walk, the shops and street jumped ten feet away. The voice were muffled by distance and her stomach churned. It had been like this place had been smashed right into the walkway, and no one could see it but her. This place was also telling her that, though she wanted to, going to the shops was not the right way. Slowly she turned around to face the black gate again. Her eyes were large and scared and her breathing increased as well as the rapid thudding beneath her chest. The gate slowly swung open with a creaking thud as it stopped. All by itself. Emphasizing the point that it wanted to go inside. Then, where the gate was, a black walk way manifested onto the ground and winded awkwardly up the hill to stop in front of the door of the burn outhouse. There was no way out. She could either sit there hoping she was in her bed sleeping and this was some sort of nightmare and any second she would wake up. Or she could follow the creepy black winding path up to the door like it wanted to. Besides, she only believed she was dreaming this. But she was wrong . Her stomach churned once more to let her know that despite the voice in the back of he yelling at her that it was a dream. Her heart was telling her the truth. She felt sick. But at the same time drawn to the walkway and the outhouse and her legs moved on their own. Somehow, she had ended up near the door on the walkway. When she was withing one foot of reaching the door knob to turn it open, the door swung open. Blackness was behind the door, pitch blackness. She froze in the spot she stood. Their were voices calling to her from the darkness. Calling a name that was not her's and that she could not make out. But she knew they were calling for her to enter. She half expected creepy hands to collide out of the darkness and pull her into it's depths. But nothing happened. The whispers just continued and with another deep breath and a tight squeeze of her eyes shut, she stepped in it's depths.