A transparent woman with hazel eyes stood in the shadows watching a little girl play with long shiny black hair play with her dolls as she sung a haunting melody
Mommy, have you seen how good I've been?
I hope you come home soon
I miss you,
But daddy says you'll come home next week
However, I don't think you will...
Oh, mommy where are you?
Why are you gone?
What happened to you?
So many questions I need to have answered
I miss you, where are you?
I don't think you'll ever come back...
Wherever you are I'm sure you've seen how good I've been for daddy
Please come home soon, I need you...
When the woman heard the song she started crying "Why, why did I have to die?! I had a little girl to take care of. Why did I have to be taken away from that? Why?!" She sobbed, her tears going through the hard wood floor because she wasn't solid.
The woman sang through her tears
Darling, I'm here...
I wish you could see me...
I have a broken heart that will never mend...
Sweetheart, I miss you
Why did I have to die?
Why can't you see me?
Why did it come to this?
How is it that you are so alone...?
I wish I could be there, right beside you...
But it's not meant to be...
I'm sorry I couldn't be there
I miss you...
The woman fell silent and watched as a man came into the room and picked up the little girl making her lavender lace dress flutter slightly. She watched as the man spun her daughter around making the little girl laugh. The woman's tears started up again and she collapsed on the floor. The woman calmed herself a bit more quickly this time, "I hope you live your life to the fullest Isanu Desmi and don't you ever, ever give up on your dreams." she whispered hoarsely and watched longingly as the little girl got tucked in for bed.
The woman's hands began glowing as she cupped them together and when she opened them there was a little necklace that radiated great power. It was a silver crescent moon locket with black Gothic cursive calligraphy lettering spelling the young girl's initials.
The woman clasped the necklace around the little girl's neck and the necklace faded into view around the little girl's neck. Then, so as not to raise the suspicion of the father and the child, the woman altered their memories so that they would remember buying it from some vague boutique in town that they can't really remember the name of.
The woman nodded satisfied and faded from view, going to the observatory to watch her little girl's life unfold. It will be full of hardship, bravery, violence, and many other things, but in the end it will save both realms from total destruction. At least so she hoped.
(7 years later)
I sat in a field of black and grey roses with my silk black and grey lacy Gothic Lolita dress folded underneath my black silk stocking covered knees. All around me as far as the eye can see there were roses. I tucked a strand of my black hair behind my ears and scanned the area around me with critical hazel eyes.
I blinked, confused when I saw a figure in the distance.
The person was just standing there.
I watched as the person suddenly began to move and walked towards me "Wake up." it said. I was still unable to see what they looked like but they sounded male. I felt my physical body stirring and closed my dream eyes.
**End of dream**
I woke to someone shaking me hurriedly "Wha-?" I mumbled out. The shaking became more insistent "Okay, okay. I'm up." I mumbled sitting up and attempting to smooth my hair from its bedhead state, unfortunately I knew it was going to take a lot more than that to fix it. Then, I attempted to blink the sleep from my eyes but no such luck, I sighed and rubbed my eyes.
After successfully achieving an awakened state, I turned to face the person who had disturbed my escape to my dream world away from the horrendousness that is society's ways. I saw it was my father with his strong and sturdy frame, black but greying hair, and kind brown eyes. My harsh look softened but didn't completely disappear, "Why did you have to wake me?" I whined making him chuckle.
My father is the only one I even somewhat open up to, ever since my mother had died I had tried not to get close to people as much as I had used to. I had no memory of my mom but I was told she had dark brown hair, hazel eyes, and had such long legs that people called her a long legged snipe. I had snickered at that part.
Father got up from the four poster bed that I have "Sorry, I just didn't want you to sleep until noon." he said. I sighed pinching the bridge of my nose between my thumb and forefinger, "I'm going back to sleep, you woke me for a very irrational reason and I don't feel ready to get up yet." I said flopping back down on the bed and pulling the duvet over my head along with the cream blanket that was my mother's and hugging close to me the old tattered bear that had also belonged to my mom.
I fell asleep as soon as I hit the pillow.
This time I had a dreamless sleep.
I woke up around two in the afternoon to the sound of piano and smiled when I heard it. That's my dad for you, wake you up gently after learning his lesson not to wake you up roughly. I hummed along to the familiar haunting melody.
I went over to my closet to pick out today's clothes. I picked a silk short sleeved black and grey lacy Gothic Lolita dress that just barely covered my knees, a black crinoline skirt to keep the dress poofy, silk black stockings with grey lace trim, black pumps with a kitten heel and a bow on the toe area, a black waterproof umbrella with a cute bat design on it, and I kept on my silver crescent moon shaped locket as usual. I'm not sure why I wear it all the time, but something in my gut tells me to.
I went over to my vanity and began putting on my Gothic makeup: cateye style black eyeliner, grey eye shadow, and black lipstick. That combination made my already pale skin almost translucently white. I looked absolutely ghastly.
Just what I was going for.
I smiled and carefully put on my black lace gloves, my black silk cloak with its velvet lining, and my mini black top hat with lace accents and a grey mesh veil. I walked down the stairs and stopped before my father but not before twirling to show off my dress.
Dad grimaced, "I don't know why you insist on looking so much like a Victorian corpse but it's creepy." he said making me laugh slightly. I looked at him with a smirk on my face, "I think it looks awesome. Just be glad I actually breathe, unlike a corpse." I said making one of my morbid jokes. My father just looked uncomfortable. My weird sense of humor tends to do that quite often.
I walked over to the door and gave my father a meaningful look, "Oh, right." he said remembering. I opened the door and walked out. I went over to the new car we got a couple days ago and got in it. I buckled my seat belt and sat waiting for my father to hurry.
He soon came lumbering out the door with his gentleman's cane tapping the rocky walkway and his top hat on top of his head. He looks so much like a 1800s gentleman with the suit, the tie, and everything else. Then again, I can't really comment because I'm wearing Gothic Lolita.
What can I say? I love the look.
My father got in the car and started it. We arrived at the place after a silent drive. I looked up at the looming dark building "Well, time to start my first day of collage." I said, thinking back to when I was doing my accelerated learning program. I'm only 16 and I'm starting collage, awesome.
I had specifically requested a single dorm and it looks like I had gotten what I wanted. I started to lay out the floor plan, paint, and what colors I wanted. After I have finished decorating the dorm I will go back home and start packing my bags and any furniture I want to take. After everything was the way I wanted it to be, I walked through the house observing what it looked like.
I had picked my usual colors, black, grey, and white. I had a mix of black and grey walls and white carpet. My living room looked really awesome, black leather couch and loveseat with grey pillows, a plasma screen TV on top of a black entertainment center, mahogany coffee table and side tables, grey carpet, and white walls, also there is a grand piano in one corner of the room.
There is also a white framed doorway leading to the kitchen from the living room, opposite of the entertainment center. My kitchen also looked pretty cool: black granite speckled with white and grey for the counters, grey cupboards with black glass handles, silver kitchen sink, mahogany hardwood floor, grey walls, silver and black fridge, silver and black stove, and a pretty spacious pantry.
Then there's the dining room: A medium sized black square shaped table with a black lace tablecloth on it, black candles in skull detailed candle holders sat in the middle along with a vase holding black and purple roses, four black chairs placed at each side of the table, grey walls with designs of flying ravens on the wall behind the table, and a very light grey colored carpet. Leading off from the kitchen and dining room was a hallway that leads to the main bedroom, the bathroom, and the office.
The bedroom has grey carpet and darker grey walls with black and purple tapestries here and there. Other features in the room were a mahogany four-poster bed with grey and black draping curtains that you can pull shut, a black embroidered comforter covered my blankets (including my cream blanket) and the bear sat in the middle of the black, white, and grey pillows by the mahogany headboard. The window was covered with black blackout curtains that had embroidery and lace so I wouldn't get a rude awakening from anything other my alarm clock. That alarm clock was on the mahogany bedside table alongside a small decorative skull. My mahogany stood off to one side with one drawer full of makeup and a black velvet piece of fabric covering my mirror to ward off dust. My walk in closet held all of my Gothic Lolita dresses, accessories, stockings, shoes, non-Lolita clothes, and their respective accessories and whatnot.
I had granite tile in the bathroom, grey walls, a granite counter and mahogany cupboards, also a marble sink with silver faucet and handle to adjust the temperature of the water. Above the sink was a large mirror with a skull and rose border. My shower had skull details on the handles, a silver faucet, plain black tile in the shower, and a separate black marble bath tub.
My office had my mahogany desk with my black computer tower and monitor, black keyboard and mouse, and a place to put my earbuds for when I want to listen to music. A black leather computer chair sat in front of the desk with a skull and damask fabric covered pillow propped up against the back of the chair. The purpose of the pillow was to support my back so I wouldn't slouch and end up hurting my back. A black rose plant sat in front of a large open window behind my desk and there was a small mahogany bookshelf with fantasy books, science books, my school books, and philosophy books lined up neatly.
Satisfied with my new living space, I decided to take a luxury bath. I picked out a nice set of black satin pajamas that had lace trim and a skull embroidered on the pocket that was on the top piece. I relished in the feeling of having my own place as I grabbed the necessary items for my bath.
Happily, I walked down the hall to the bathroom and set my stuff on the counter. Impatiently eyeing my wonderfully scented bath aid that the Etsy seller had called "Blood Bath", I started the water and paced while waiting for it to warm up. Finally, the water was warm enough and I stopped the water from draining. Then I poured in the bubble bath and felt giddy as the water turned a blood red color and began to smell almost like an incense with pomegranate and vanilla being the primary scents.
I sunk into the warm bath water with a peaceful sigh, it was rare I was able to enjoy moments like this. I guess that this is one way to celebrate getting my first home all to myself. After a couple minutes of soaking I decided to clean myself a second time. I got my pouf and the bodywash and began scrubbing myself clean, making sure I got all the places. After I was completely covered in bubbles, I rinsed myself off.
Then I began to wash my hair. I squeezed the shampoo into the palm of my hand and scrubbed it into my scalp, gradually I moved down the length of my long black hair, massaging the soap into it and making sure I got all the areas of my hair very clean.
Silky and healthy hair like mine doesn't come without work, unlike what some of the commercials on TV would have you think. I'm not completely perfect either, I have flaws that you normally wouldn't notice unless you looked closely.
For example, I have a torn ear. I had been young and stupid. I decided one day that I would wear a dangly earring to see what it was like. Over time my ear tore and when I decided to get it pierced again, it tore the rest of the way. I had decided not to get it fixed because I liked the way it looked.
Then there are my zits. You can't really see them unless I point them out and there are so few of them that it doesn't really matter. You wonder how I don't have lots of zits? Take some advice from me, wash your face twice a day. I know it may seem unnecessary, but when you have a relatively oily face like mine, you really need to make sure you keep your pores clear. Conversely, if you have a really dry face to the point it's cracking, you really need to use moisturizer. Even hand lotion will do. In any case, I'm off topic so back to the point.
I have glasses. It's a family curse. My father has to wear glasses and so did my mother. There was no chance I was getting out of that. Contacts may exist but I don't really like them much. Sometimes I use them, sometimes I don't
There's also the fact that I cuss. I usually try to keep it to a minimum. However, if someone gets me mad I will cuss them out like no other. I must've gotten it from my grandfather.
He is an awesome man, and though he swears like a sailor, he wouldn't be himself if he didn't. I can see why my mother loved my grandfather.
In the past, I was a happy go lucky acting girl. However, when my mother died I slowly became somber and bitter to the outside world. I was told that my mother was a wonderful woman and was almost exactly like me. Sarcastic, swearing like a sailor on occasions, and most of all, she belched like no other.
I had heard that she didn't care much for manners; she didn't even say 'Excuse me.' very often. However, when she did she made sure she went overboard and said it in French. 'Excuse-moi' as I remember from my lessons in French as insisted by my rich father.
Realizing that I'd been in my bath for a long time, I checked the time on my phone. According to my phone, I'd been in the bath for about an hour. That's much too long. Hurriedly, I finished up my bath and dried myself off.
Then I dressed in my silky pajamas and tiredly shambled to my room. I ended up passing out as soon as I crawled into bed.
The blaring of my alarm interrupted my peaceful and dreamless sleep. I smacked my hand around trying to hit the damn button on the alarm. After being unsuccessful I sat up and hit the button after finding it, making the annoying thing shut up. A groan escaped me as I remembered that I had to go to school at ten and I knew I wouldn't stay awake unless I made coffee. I shuffled my exhausted ass to the kitchen to make some coffee.
Finally I stumbled through the doorway of the kitchen after hitting the wall next to it multiple times in my tired state (plus the fact that I hadn't put my glasses on yet) and saw the blurry form of my coffee maker. Thank the fucking goddesses. I walked over to the kitchen cupboard that had the cups in it and grabbed out my oversized black coffee mug with a skull design on it. I picked a coffee other than my usual flavor (the flavor I save for special occasions) and scooped it into the coffee maker and added the necessary water.
Then I started the coffee maker and walked back to the bedroom to get my glasses while I waited. Today, contacts are not worth the effort I decided after looking at the clock and seeing 8 am reflected in the numbers. My tired brain agreed.
Soon I heard the spluttering of the coffee maker signaling that coffee was ready.
I walked over to the coffee maker and poured a cup. Then I walked over to the table, just barely remembering that I had to pull the chair out before I sat down. I sipped at the coffee for the next ten minutes just thinking. Soon I finished my coffee and felt more awake. Then I walked back to my bedroom to pick out some clothes and decided that I am going to wear black skinny jeans, a Zelda t-shirt, and my black Vans today.
I left the outfit on the bed and went to start the water for my shower. Today is just another day, with a slight difference. I am going to school to get my degree in Computer Science. First class today, Calculus.
I hate math...
Author's Note: I am revising some of the finer details of the story. I apologize that my knowledge of Universities is lacking. However, I am doing the best I can. Most of the minor differences can be explained away by alternate universe. I added in a few mentions to things in our Universe and things I've seen so that's interesting.