Curtains of Reality - IzMizLiz/Izzy

This is my first time posting here- I wrote this a long while ago and now I'm thinking of picking it up again- This is only the prolouge, I have a total of 14 pages typed out as of now

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It didn't matter when it happened. It just matters that it did. Not that time matters to me anymore. Just a tiny insignificant bug in my hair, one that I'd be glad to finally squash and kill. But it wasn't always like that. At first it was the thing holding me back, not the other way around. I dream about it every night.

The burning on my hands that soon devours my body, like a thousand matches making their mark.

The ringing that sounded like endless silent screams, a million invisible hands reaching toward my ears, pulling out all life.

The pressure that felt as if destiny itself had given me the earth to hold.

The fear the killed me from the inside, ripping out my soul, and yet always managing to grab more.

The screams and cries of the dead and dying pushing and pulling my hopes and dreams until I had no more.

The solid, scary, afraid part of me the kept shoving me back in myself, unable to pull myself out of my own prison.

And the time. It was endless, stretching on until I felt it was the end, yet longer still. It was like water, yet like air, slithering through your every particle, crushing your every being. It was a pain beyond words. For so long, time held be back. It clung to me, feasting on my fear. I had no idea I could break through. That is, until I did. Let me tell you how.

But this is not just my story. In fact, It's a story of three. I am simply just one.

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I haven't gone through a revised this yet, and it sounds pretty cheesy and dramatic, but that's okay

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