Paper Hearts: The AftermathI sat in the dark for about an hour, contemplating on what I was going to do next. I was too busy thinking of this, and how curious I was to what Dale meant when he had rung me. Not at any point had I thought that I wasnt going to see daylight again, although I am pretty sure that everyone else in the carriage, let alone the train had thought of that.
I had always been afraid of the dark, but while I sat within the pitch black train, I realised I was more afraid of what would come next rather than the darkness itself.
For what felt like hours later, the lights soon flickered on and I slowly got up using the chairs of the train to help me stand. I looked around to view the carriage. Everything looked normal; however the scissors were in the middle of the floor, with blood on its blades. But when I did a double take of the carriage, I could not see anyone who was bleeding. Or at least, perhaps someone was definitely hurt, but was hiding it.
I turned my head to my left to see the li
Paper Heart: The DarknessTurn around. Go back. was all my mind could say when I was headed to work on a typical Monday morning.
I had just stepped off the bus, and onto the escalators of the pushing and shoving through the masses to get from one point to another in the urban traffic. My mind pounded angrily, as if punishment for staying up all night watching TV until 2 in the morning, and then deciding against calling in sick for work. I had called in sick too many times already, and wasnt keen on losing my job. Even if I was a little bit late, they would not care as much compared to me not showing up at all.
I found myself being pushed around through the crowds of the shopping complex until I had found an empty space right at the front of the train station. The call centre was right next to the shopping complex, a few more steps forward and Id be at work. But today was different. I inserted my ticket into the gate slot and ran for my life down the escalators of the station towards the
Paper Hearts: PrologueWhen you think that youre the only one in the world thats broken, then you know theres something awfully wrong with you.
Thats how I felt on my 21st birthday. I was finally officially an adult all around the world, but I was still so sheltered. I had yet to discover that there was so much more to life.
The years quickly passed by before I could even take advantage of their presence. The next thing I knew, I was 23 with no vision of where I wanted to be. I was stuck in a dead end job at an unorganised call centre, and loathing the daily routines that had overlapped my dreams.
I missed contact with people; I missed seeing the different expression of faces or even the physical experience of being around customers. Sure I could just speak with the people I worked with, but it wasnt the same. I hated the routine, and I wanted more. I wanted a bit of excitement and drama in my life.
Now that I think about it, in a way, sometimes I wish I had never longed for mor
PROLOGUEAll the street lights flickered like a dying flame of a fireplace, until the lights disappeared completely, forcing the little down into welcoming the darkness. The stars now shone more brighter than ever before, no longer needing to compete with the lights of Reverie.
From below, a young lady who was known for constantly burying her face in books tilted her head up towards the sapphire sky to view the canopy of stars that she had never noticed before. As she looked up, she spotted a shooting star soaring in the distance. Inspired by the sighting of the shooting star, and knowing the existing myths and legends out there, the girl then closed her eyes and made a wish.
If you could have one wish, what would you wish for?
Some would wish for all the riches of the world, others probably wish for power and pleasure. But the girl only wished to go where the shooting star was headed. Away from the routines of everyday life, away from the pains of reality, and into a world beyond, of th