Falling, falling

An excerpt from the second book of Immortality Doesn't Exist. Who's title I shall not announce yet. Funny thing is I still haven't written the second book yet (So close to the ending of IDE, so I might start in Decemberish). And I swear my MC, Beth Angelina Dovens, is somehow haunting this and the last story. I think she's trying to tell me....
GO BACK TO WORKING ON THE NOVEL. (My novel by the way)

Twirling, twirling

In a tree

Falling, falling

That’s. The. End. Of. Me.

The poem still plays in my head. It has been months from when I first heard it, when I had to…

I close my eyes as I try to suppress the memories from coming down to knock down on that carefully constructed wall. The wall which I so carefully built not to let most of the memories from that quest haunt me. It haunted my dreams, in my life, in nearly everything. I also didn’t want to deal with that lying, fake, cheating, not-really-him, antagonist. He was the only person that I couldn’t even destroy, not unless I wanted a part of my heart that someone is safekeeping, severed away from me. And that would absolutely destroy me, and that’s considering that it’s actually the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I also didn’t want the memories of the quest with paranormals killing me, to break down the wall. Or else, I just might be stuck in my room forever, staring at the roof, with no one coming to me. Not even…

It was hard; I can tell that the memories were slowly breaking me down. I just wanted to be normal and not deal with the memories, and just keep up with the studies that my parents enforce upon me every day. And I just wanted to hope that I can make the first day of school that started tomorrow. I didn’t want to have any weird dreams, which they somehow tell me something. I didn’t want to hear any more prophetic poems somehow entering my brain. I just wanted to dance and take care of the flowers in the greenhouse. I just wanted to be me.

And yet, I was falling, and falling. My fear was skyrocketing as I didn’t know what will be at the ground, as I didn’t even know if I’ll land on my feet on the sturdy ground. I could feel myself slowly breaking apart, and slowly threatening that I won’t be me.

Gosh, I needed Rain. He seemed to be the normal one of us, and my lifeline. He always kept me on my feet, pushing me forward. I just wanted to be in his arms again, just wanted to cry on his shoulder, while he comforted me. I wanted him to do some random tricks to do with his power. I wanted to smile, and be normal.

I

Just

                        Wanted

    Him.

But where was he? 

An except from the prequel for Immortality Doesn't Exist.

Wow that was a lot to say, for a title. And the top floor should turn up the temperature a bit, it almost feels like the ice age, which by the way is when the MC (Artica) was born. It was also a good thing that I was wearing that jacket. Or I might have been a frozen very realistic, painted ice statue.

Cold, it was so very cold.

            That was my first thought, when I first opened my eyes in this new world. My quick baby dragon eyes were able to perceive everything around me. A white ceiling was up ahead, white walls holding it all up, while the white snow was the base of it all. And up in a little ice crib where a Chinese baby ice dragon was watching it all. Far, so very far that it looked like a thin line was blue and little did my baby mind did know that the blue was the sky. Blue and white, blue and white, blue and white were the only colors that I knew for the moment. Little did I know was that it was going to impact me in a large way. But while I was looking at the ice age world around me, I just had a feeling that I was going to be very different from the other ice dragons. This was weird for a fourteen-hour dragling to feel.

            “What a cute little dragon. All the scales in the right place, the whiskers perfectly combed, the spikes gleaming perfectly. This should be typical for being the daughter of me, the prettiest dragon in the whole race. Now you just need a name, and I shall call you... Artica. Hmm… perfect considering the environment we live in,” said a female voice, which I shall know as my mother.

            “Yeah, a very cold environment, that will never change. It shall be that way for the end of time,” announced my father in a proud voice. I just looked up at them with curious eyes, cooing at my name. Artica a Chinese ice dragon that will be different from the rest.

            “Yeah, better than being warm,” my mother scoffs. “It shall this way for a very, long time.”

            Little did I know they were wrong.