Thread: ..::Across the Universe::.. [ Raiden & Ironic ]

It's a strange sort of sleep, this. Never really waking up, but becoming aware of consciousness inside a too-still body. The dreams weave in and out of memories. The only thing keeping Amy from the nightmares that want to engulf her is the thought and hope that there couldn't possibly be a hundred more years before she wakes up. Sometimes it feels as if a thousand years have passed on by, but sometimes it feels as if she was only sleeping for a few moments. It's like a state of half-sleep, half-awake, and then as she realized it, she slips back into slumber. It felt as if there was something wrong, as if she shouldn't be so aware of all this... Earth. She holds on her thoughts of Earth. It doesn't matter that she had a life on Earth and that she loved Earth. Her friends and family have gotten old and died by now, and all she did during that time was lay in a frozen sleep. I must be dead... And this is my greatest fear After 301 years, when they pull my glass coffin from the morgue, and they let my body thaw like chicken meat on the kitchen counter, I will be just like I am now. I will spend all of eternity trapped inside of my dead body. There is nothing beyond this. I will be locked within myself forever.... And I want to scream. I want to throw open my eyes and wake up and not be alone with myself anymore. But I can't. I can't. What if only a year went by? What if they haven't even left already? These were her greatest fears. The soft breeze, pushing against my face. The pitter-patter of rain against my roof as I sit quietly in my bedroom. The sun gazing down on me as I run against the- What was that? -sandy shores of the nearby lake hugging against the land I set foot on. Oh, how those bright stars twinkled down at me on a humid summer's night. I close my eyes and breathe in the air, so soft and crisp, the cold sensation tingly against my airways. Did I move? The dream fades, the sensation of summer-breeze disappears. Darkness. Nightmares tickles her mind. Something's happening. .... No no no! Nothing's happening! Nothing ever happens. It's the nightmares again, that same nightmare. They will unfreeze me, and I will be like now, and they'll throw me back in. Or the ship will crash, and I'll be stuck here, forever, never unfrozen. Or maybe this nightmare is where- Thump. -where they forget to unfreeze me at all, the ship lands and everyone's so excited they just leave me behind and- Something is happening. I think I hear something. I can't hear anything. It's all in my mind. It's not real. Click. No. I did not hear a click. A click did not vibrate through ice. That did not happen. This is just a nightmare. It's as simple as that. Just calm down and think of something. Try to think of the memories. Memories always kill the nightmares. I feel something. I feel something. Warmth in my stomach. And I hear... the hum of the electricity. It's coming from the tubes down my throat... My body... It's slipping. Just a friction of a millimeter, but it slips. ... The ice is melting! Oh, God. Thump. .. M-m-my heart! Thump-thump. Water leaks into her left eyes lash-line. She twitches involuntarily. The yellow crust that had sealed her eyes shut for who knows how long cracks, and for the first time since she was frozen, she moves. OhGodohGodohGodohGod. Pain. Cold so cold it burns, but not with a burning that cauterizes, no, a burning that razed, decimates. Searing, pulling, freezing, rippling, bleeding, breaking pain. Her stomach muscles seize, but she cannot vomit empty. Her eyes see only blobs. Some bright, some not. No focus at all. Mucus slips down her nosrils, down the bck of her throat. She chokes. Coughs. Gags. Water sloshes in her ear, mumbling down the sounds of a male voice around her. I'm drowning in my own frozen grave. And no one is here to save me.