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aetaeswolf · 7 years ago

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The small werewolf breathes in, taking in the scent of grass and flowers. She runs her hand over the ground, feeling the soft grass under her fingers.

Music once more filled her ears; she could feel the metallic surface of her ipod resting in her closed palm, earbuds placed in her ears.

The werewolf opens her eyes, taking in the bright blue sky above her. She was lying in a field of flowers, the window gently blowing past her.

She took quick note that she had her satchel with her, as it was around her shoulder.

Sarah sits up when a new scent reaches her, the blonde sniffing the air. It smelled like... strawberries?

The werewolf blinks when she sees someone walking closer to her. Once the person was closer, she noticed it seemed to be a young girl in a pale orange dress, and she was carrying in beautiful purple pansy in her hands.

The blonde stares at the child when she comes close, the werewolf quickly recognizing just who the girl was.

To put it simply, the girl was her, but she was six years old. The girl was quite small for her age, as she always had been. She wore no glasses unlike her adult counterpart, and her hair only came down to her chin rather than her shoulders.

The child blinks when she notices the werewolf, giving a small gasp. “Y-you have ears! A-a-and a ta-ail!” Her speech was a bit broken.

It didn’t surprise the werewolf, since she knew she had once lost 80% of her hearing by the time she was five. She regained it, and had to pretty much relearn how to speak.

Sarah gives a slight grin, her tail shifting back and forth behind her. “Yes I do! I’m a werewolf!”

The child stares at the werewolf’s ears, making her chuckle. “You can touch them if you’d like.”

“Weally???”

“Missed your “r” there, kitten.” Sarah smiles. “But, yeah. J-just be careful, kay? They’re a bit sensitive.”

The girl – who Sarah is just going to refer as “Kitten” – came to sit down beside the werewolf. She slowly reaches out, her small hand gently brushing against the fur of the werewolf’s ear. “I-it’s so fluffy!”

Sarah grins. “I should think so!”

Kitten giggles, clapping her hands together. “M-my name is Sarah!”

The werewolf blinks. She didn’t want to use her real name, that would just confuse the six year old. She should just use one of her aliases... “I’m Amaterasu.”

Kitten just stares at her blankly. “Am... Ama...”

Oh, wait.

She probably couldn’t pronounce that. “Just call me Ammy.” Sarah quickly corrects herself, giving a sheepish smile.

“Ammy. Tha-at’s a n-nice name!” Kitten smiles.

Sarah couldn’t help but smile back. “What are you doing out here?”

“I-I’m picking flo-owers for mommy!” Kitten chirps, holding up the pansy for the werewolf to see.

The werewolf gives a nod. “That’s pretty. I’m sure she’ll like it.”

“I hope s-s-so.” Kitten looks to the flower. “S-she’s been helping me a-a-a lot. W-w-with my speaking a-a-and now wi-i-ith my eyes.”

“Your eyes?” Sarah inquires, her head tilting to the side.

The child nods. “Yeah. T-there’s something wrong with my e-e-eyes. B-but we can’t fi-ind what.”

Sarah nods.

She knew already the answer to this.

The answer was: nothing.

There was absolutely nothing wrong with the child’s eyes.

She simply had dyslexia, so her mind perceived things differently from others. She wouldn’t actually need glasses until she turned sixteen.

The werewolf stops, new thoughts entering her head.

She was always causing problems, even from a young age.

Her sickness, her speech, her eyes.

It seemed to be what she was best at.

Causing everyone issues rather being helpful. Really, she was still surprised people let her stick around for a while, she never did anything, she was stayed useless.

“H-hey, miss Ammy?”

Kitten’s voice snaps Sarah out of her thoughts, the child tugging on the werewolf’s sleeve. “A-a-arre you okay...?”

Sarah gives a reassuring smile. “I-I’m fine. I just... zoned out for a moment.”

Kitten gives a small nod, accepting the answer. The child looks down to the ipod in the werewolf’s hand. “What... wha-at’s that...?”

Sarah looks down to the object in her hand. “Oh, that’s my ipod.”

Kitten gives her a blank stare.

Oh, right.

Her six year old self wouldn’t know what an ipod is yet.

“Um... y-you, uh... know those cassette tapes and cds you have?”

Kitten nods.

Sarah gives a small flick of her tail. “Well, my ipod is k-kind of like those. It plays music, but, it’s um... m-more portable.”

Kitten gives a small gasp. “Y-you cou-ould play music w-w-rrrrright now???”

Sarah could feel her mouth twitch into a small smile at Kitten’s attempt to pronounce her “r”s. “Well, yeah. Just need a speaker.” She digs into her satchel, eventually pulling out her portal speaker. “Like this one!”

Kitten claps her hands excitedly watching as the werewolf unplugs her headphones and plugs in the speaker into her ipod. “How d-d-does it worrrrk?”

“Well, you click the unlock button...” Sarah presses her finger against said button, the screen lighting up. “And then you just tap the screen.

The small girl studies the screen, which was currently at the werewolf’s playlists. Though one particular playlist had caught the six year old’s eyes. “Fn... Fna... Fn... a... f...?”

“Fnaf, yeah.” Sarah chuckles.

“Wh-what’s Fnaf?” Kitten asks, looking up to Sarah.

“It’s a, uh... it’s an acronym. It stands for “Five Night’s At Freddy’s”.”

“What’s that?”

The werewolf gives a small sigh. Jeez, was she really this nosy? “It’s a game people play.”

Kitten’s eyes light up. “A game?? Could I play??”

Sarah blinks. “Um... No...? I-I mean... I don’t have it with me...”

“Oh...” The six year old looks down dejectedly for a moment. “Then... c-c-could we play o-o-one of the fnaf songs?”

The werewolf gently bites down on her finger as she thinks.

She knew for a fact her younger self just hated swearing, so she’d have to leave the raps out. Expect maybe Another Five Nights. Which was a shame; she really liked the Slender vs. Freddy rap battle.

And it might be a good idea to leave out the songs that mentioned murder and death.

Then again, she was the girl who at the age of twelve would always watch her brother play Fallout 3. And then giggle uncontrollably whenever he got a headshot.

... Man, she was a weird kid.

Despite that, the werewolf decided on a song she deemed to be the safest, TryHardNinja’s Dream Your Dream.

“♪Hush now; drift off to sleep, reality, a memory. Don’t be scared of what you find. Yeah, it’s all just in your mind. Monsters that live inside your head at night, they are all right. Cause they can never compare, to the ones that live outside.♪”

Kitten leans against the werewolf, listening to the music. The physical contact makes Sarah freeze for a moment, though she wraps her arm around the child, letting the six year old lean on her.

“♪So dream, dream, dream your dream. Cause when you’re awake, a nightmare awaits. So dream, dream, dream your dream. Cause when you’re awake, a nightmare awaits. It’s a fantasy, they’ll be seeing you soon. Nowhere left to go, terrors keep breaking through. So dream, dream, dream your dream. Cause when you’re awake, the nightmare will become the truth...♪”

Sarah closes her eyes, just focusing on the music.

“♪Rows of teeth penetrate, there’s no escape, the veil is raised. Every mistake visible, so was it me after all? A music box that creaks, the melody brings solemn peace. But only for one more breath, the last one you might have left.♪”

The werewolf starts to hum along to the song, momentarily capturing Kitten’s attention.

Kitten glances up at the werewolf before looking back to the speaker, listening to the soft lullaby.

“♪The ticking clock breaks the spell with every beat. Illusion or not, you are safe for now, so dream... So dream your dream! So dream your dream!♪”

“That was pretty...” Kitten giggles.

Sarah smiles, pausing the playlist. “Yeah, it’s a good one.”

Kitten pushes herself to her feet. “I-I should go b-b-before the others n-notice I’m gone...”

The werewolf blinks, standing up before giving a nod. “All right. You stay out of trouble, okay?”

“I will!” The girl starts to walk away, though she stop, turning back to Sarah. “H-hey... Miss Ammy?” She starts to play with the hem of her dress. “U-um... A lot o-of people say t-t-that my daddy’s scary. I-I don’t rrrreally get i-i-it, though. H-he’s nice.”

Sarah just stares at Kitten.

That poor, sweet, innocent child...

Kitten gives a smile. “A-anyway! It was ni-i-ice meeting you!” She gives a wave, running off.

Sarah watches as the girl leaves, a small twinge of pain forming in her chest. She doesn’t look over when footsteps come closer to her.

“... You were a lot different back then.” The familiar voice of Xavier comments, the raven-haired male standing beside the werewolf, looking to where her younger self had disappeared to.

“I was innocent then, naïve.” The small blonde simply responds. “I didn’t know any better.”

Xavier looks over to the werewolf. “... And back then, you loved him.”

Sarah clenches her hand into a fist, biting her cheek to stop the growl that was forming in her throat. “That lying... cheating... manipulating... psychotic... son of a BASTARD WHORE!”

Xavier stares at the small blonde as her eyes glow a strong purple, the scenery around them rapidly changing.

The field of flowers was stripped away, leaving nothing but ash, fire consuming the world around them as the sky is painted crimson.

Sarah snarls, her hand turning into claws. “AFTER EVERYTHING THAT BASTARD HAS DONE, HE STILL HAS THE NERVE TO LIE TO MY FACE!! TO CLAIM HE LOVES ME, TO CLAIM HE LIKES TO MAKE ME SMILE. SINCE WHEN AS THAT ASSHOLE EVER CARED ABOUT US!?”

Xavier couldn’t say anything, he just stared in shock.

Not because the dream was turning into a nightmare, he knew the werewolf well enough to understand that nightmares stopped having an effect on her long ago.

He stood in shock because he had never seen her so angry. The werewolf who was always calm and collected, was suddenly a blazing fire of pure rage.

Sarah falls to her knees, covering her face with her hands. As much as she tried, she could not stop the tears that were forming in her eyes. “That stupid... lying... manipulating asshole...” She hiccups. “If he loved me... he wouldn’t have called me those things... he wouldn’t have...”

Xavier blinks. Slowly, he walks to Sarah, kneeling down in front of her. He grabs her wrists, gently removing them from her face.

The blonde refused to look at him, but he could see that her eyes were no longer glowing, a steady stream of tears were now falling down her face.

A twinge of empathy flows through the ravenette. Used to it or not, he wraps his arms around the small blonde, pulling her to his chest.

Sarah doesn’t react at first; she stays unmoving in his arms. Slowly, she brings her arms up, wrapping them around Xavier; she clutches the back of his jacket, quietly sobbing into his chest.

Xavier gently strokes the werewolf’s hair, resting his chin on her head.

This.

This is what she needed.

The one thing she’s never been able to have.

Physical comfort.

Sarah eventually pulls back from the embrace, wiping away her tears, though she allows herself to lean against the ravenette. “Shit... I thought I was stronger than this...”

“There’s no weakness in crying.” Xavier states, keeping an arm wrapped around the blonde.

Sarah merely grunts in response, quickly wiping away the last of her stray tears.

The ravenette watches her for a moment. “Why don’t you try reaching out to people?”

“I’ve tried that. No one ever reached back.” The werewolf mutters, leaning her head against his shoulder.

Xavier gives a small hum. “Is that why you tend to isolate yourself?”

Sarah sighs. “Keep a distance between you and others; don’t get too attached to them. That way... it hurts less when they leave you. It hurts less when they forget you.” The tone in which the words fell from her mouth suggested this was something she was far too familiar with.

Xavier purses his lips. “Right. And then you try to find ways to ease the pain, yeah?”

The werewolf nods. “Writing... helps. Spilling my thoughts and bottled emotions onto pages, writing stories and poems, or just drawing. Most don’t understand the meaning behind them, but that’s fine. As long as they enjoyed what I created.” She shrugs. “Who am I to judge?” She thinks for a moment. “... Reading used to help, too. It used to help me... feel. It... doesn’t do that anymore.”

The ravenette gives a small nod. “And sometimes you like to leave cryptic letters for people to solve.”

Sarah gives a slight smile. “It’s kind of fun to see who can solve it and who can’t.” She gives a sigh. “... God, what is wrong with me? I’m so... screwed up, so... broken...”

“That can be changed.” Xavier states.

“You can’t fix someone that’s broken.” Sarah responds. “Trust me... I’ve tried...”

Xavier sighs. “Dove...” He leans forward, resting his forehead on the blonde’s shoulder. “I think it’s time you woke up.”

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