53. Sun

Genre: Drama
Characters:  Cian
Prompt: 53. Sun
Word Count: 521
Rating: PG
Type: series
Summary: Cian wakes up
Warnings:  none
** Three day time jump


Three days later...

She tossed and turned, locked inside a reoccurring dream. She was a child, ten years old, trapped inside of a colorless room, plain white walls and a black floor. 

She was scared, backed into a center of the room with her knees pulled into her chest, tears drenching her favorite pale yellow shirt with the flower pattern on the chest pocket. She screamed for help, they couldn’t hear her, couldn’t save her. She’d given up, laid on the ground in fetal position allowing her tears to fall freely. Then there he was, ten-year old Wilson. 

His green eyes added color to the room, a light that’d encouraged her to get up off of the ground. He stood there, smiling a few feet away from her with his hand out. She held out her own but he didn’t move. She took a step forward, stopped and wiggled her hand for him to grab it. He stretched his hand further willing her to take another step. Instead of taking it, Cian dropped her hands to her side, “I’m scared!” She screamed to him, tears forming in her eyes once again. He continued to smile with his hand extended, “Give me your hand! I’ll lead you out of here.” Cian wiped away her tears with the back of her hand and took a step forward. As she grew closer to Wilson the ground cracked underneath her feet, slowly opened up into a gaping hole between them. “Help me Wilson!” She cried, holding her hand out for him.

He inched closer to the edge; his hand extended as far as he could. There fingers barley touched when she fell forward, into the deep dark hole.

She shot up; her eyes squinted from the blinding sun reflecting off the wall outside her window, straight onto her bed. She wiped the sweat from her face, unsure if it were just that or a mixture of tears. This dream was a sign. The kick in the ass she needed to see what was in front of her. Wilson was the light of her life and without him; everything was bland, colorless, and pointless. Without him she couldn’t eat, sleep, or even think straight. Cian sprung from her bed and dressed as quickly as she could. She was going to make this right. Tell her Dad exactly what she felt and then find Wilson and apologize for being the bratty little bitch she’d became in the last few weeks. It didn’t matter what her family thought. It didn’t matter if they disowned her. Wilson was all she wanted, all she needed. With him she’d make a new family, one filled with love that wasn’t restricted by color and founded on lies.

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Walking around the side of the house she rehearsed her words carefully. Still angry over her spat with Phaedra days before her headache was still present. She calmed herself, held her hand over her eyes to keep the sun from infuriating the throbbing in her head even further. Approaching the door, she was surprised by the company her father was keeping, a face she hadn’t seen in weeks. 

“Ramone?”

part II