Post by Talia Winchell on Dec 12, 2012 1:02:51 GMT -5
It was about four in the morning, when the earliest streaks of salmon dawn were appearing on the New York horizon, when Talysus Winchell awoke to the sound of a loud, rhythmic pounding. It wasn't anything that was particularly - unusually - loud, but all the same, it seemed as though she could be disturbed by almost anything lately, no matter how minor it wound up being. It couldn't have been more than thirty seconds, though it should have taken none at all, for the daughter of Hermes to realize that the consistently reverberating sound was nothing more than her own heart. Pounding louder than was average within her chest, reminding her with every beat that she was full of life. Which, in that moment, as the sun rose above the trees like a glowing golden coin and the streaks of pink and orange flew across the otherwise dark sky, smeared like brushstrokes, was not what she wanted.
She shifted under the sheets into a more comfortable position, taking advantage of the colder spots of her bed, and turned over so that she faced the dusty, unclear window. It all seemed completely phantasmagorical to her; and this kind wasn't necessarily in a nice way. Two weeks ago, she had felt completely fine. If she had woken up at this hour, she would have most likely just fallen back headfirst into her dreams within the next minute, but now... she couldn't sleep. She could barely breathe. Each breath seemed controlled, as though she had to think about doing something basic like drawing breath instead of performing the actions rhythmically, automatically.
The colors of the sky were bright and sweeter than sugar, but she could not experience them. It was all black and white to her, like an old movie. You could still make everything out, in a bare-bones way, everything still told a story... and yet, it was missing something that wasn't exactly vital but made everything more exciting. So many people took them for granted, Tal thought slightly bitterly. She hadn't told anybody about losing the colors... not yet, anyway, for fear of being told she was insane. Which was something she felt as though she already knew.
Breathing heavily as she let her eyes flutter shut, Tal let herself lie still and was about to doze off when she was jerked back to reality by a scream. Once again, it was a little while before she realized that it had been issued from her own voice box... after the noise ceased, her vocal chords ached and her eyes darted around. The rustling of sheets seemed slightly eerie to her, as though a being were to rise out of the early morning, barely present light.
ooc; sorry about the crap ending.