~{@ Explicit Language and/or Graphic Images Expressed maynot be suited to Younger Readers as Displyed in Scenic Nightmares of Ellyna's increase in this Post during time @}~
Thats what she called them. Her nightmares. They came in the middle of her sleep, in the darkest of hours and she's chased them to no end. She had started the never ending nightmares only months before the War hit the heart of home.
She atteneded college esarly, along with her sister and twin. At 16, 17, it was not so strange if you knoew who their father was. It was only right that he had daughters that would one day match his IQ. While her Mirror Image was more acedemic and a "hippie" as some might say, Ellyna was quickly swayed to the path of hansome young elites and the late night social set. Her grades slipped slightly, but it was just par' for the course.
This was no surprise either really, while she was spoiled no more and no less then her sister and brother, she thrived in every pleasure that the family money or name would buy. With this type of behavior came the suitors. "Too many for one your age Ellyna," Daddy would always say.
But the music, the boys, silken sheets... all now she sees as burning bits of blacken paper floating across her face each time she closes her liquid blue eyes.
~On a rare silent night, she moved down the great hall of the sleeping wing like a ghost. the baby pink satin pajama's and white platinum hair highlighted with blue ting, blurred the light about her between the fuzzy glow of the moon outside the windows. Coming across the door she knew so well, she felt the carved metal handle under her fingers and slipped inside. She crawled into Marty's bed, as she had so many times as younger children when she was frightened. The moonlight framed the bed in that strange never perfect box of pearl white glow , like it was watching over them through the window. Pulling the sheets over her she snuggled her face on the pillow feeling the coolness help mend the pain in her head. Slowly trying not to fully wake her, she nudged her forehead to the back of Martyna's green dyed hair as she whispered in a sleepy undertone as she fell asleep~ " I'm so tired."
At least this way, when the dreams came back, her womb mate would be near and lend her strength.
Thats what she called them. Her nightmares. They came in the middle of her sleep, in the darkest of hours and she's chased them to no end. She had started the never ending nightmares only months before the War hit the heart of home.
She atteneded college esarly, along with her sister and twin. At 16, 17, it was not so strange if you knoew who their father was. It was only right that he had daughters that would one day match his IQ. While her Mirror Image was more acedemic and a "hippie" as some might say, Ellyna was quickly swayed to the path of hansome young elites and the late night social set. Her grades slipped slightly, but it was just par' for the course.
This was no surprise either really, while she was spoiled no more and no less then her sister and brother, she thrived in every pleasure that the family money or name would buy. With this type of behavior came the suitors. "Too many for one your age Ellyna," Daddy would always say.
But the music, the boys, silken sheets... all now she sees as burning bits of blacken paper floating across her face each time she closes her liquid blue eyes.
~On a rare silent night, she moved down the great hall of the sleeping wing like a ghost. the baby pink satin pajama's and white platinum hair highlighted with blue ting, blurred the light about her between the fuzzy glow of the moon outside the windows. Coming across the door she knew so well, she felt the carved metal handle under her fingers and slipped inside. She crawled into Marty's bed, as she had so many times as younger children when she was frightened. The moonlight framed the bed in that strange never perfect box of pearl white glow , like it was watching over them through the window. Pulling the sheets over her she snuggled her face on the pillow feeling the coolness help mend the pain in her head. Slowly trying not to fully wake her, she nudged her forehead to the back of Martyna's green dyed hair as she whispered in a sleepy undertone as she fell asleep~ " I'm so tired."
At least this way, when the dreams came back, her womb mate would be near and lend her strength.