Milena Velba White Girdle

Part VII Part VIII Part Six

as always I hope like it and, once again, but should be the last summer, I interrupt you for a week or maybe something more because you travel the world ... will take up as soon as possible and who knows what new experiences do not add meat to the fire ...! ;)

Soundtrack: Winterreise by ColdWorld

I do not know how I managed to be sure it was really him, I could see only the color of the shirt, no model or anything, but I was sure it was him! The "problem" was that I was no longer dreaming, I was sitting on the wall next to the sea, my bike not far and the clothes are still damp, on the other hand, the sky was painted pink and the sun was peeping from behind a cliff . I touched my pockets, trying not to attract attention, but my mind was still foggy and the attempt to appear anti sgam failed miserably.

-Do not worry, I have not stolen anything, do not steal the people sleeping. I just wanted to make sure you were okay and that would not fall from the wall, you were shaking in her sleep, floundered.

He was right, the keys were still there, and anyway I had him my salvation, this time otherwise I might suffocate in the smoke of the room, and then replied: - Thank you and sorry, but you never know ... The sun was

I arose and now I had better run home and put myself on my knees to pray that not too tortured me before I kill you, unless they had already mobilized the special forces at all, then in that case no prayer would be sufficient. Black shirt sat cross-legged beside me in silence, watching me in my turn, I watched the sky become more and more blue. I was looking for a plausible excuse to justify what had happened, I could not explain it to me, let alone to justify the English Inquisition.

continued to stare and silence began to get heavy and the situation a little too strange, at least for me, so I got up, took the keys from his pocket and turned to greet and leave. I did not think he had stood up, I had noticed the movement, so I went to bump into.

-Sorry, I did not see

-up ... It's okay.

-I gotta go. E.. thanks again for the first ..- maybe you do not know what I'm talking about, but thanks, then I added mentally.

I turned and climbed into motion, I had disconnected the his eyes from the picture to take helmet and put it back when I heard him, or at least I seemed to hear him say: - Look out the dreams you do, the dark can be tricky ..

I looked up to see if he was really talking to me and I was stunned. It was no longer there, and I did not see even in the neighborhood, not on the beach, not on the rocks and even on the boardwalk, was how to shoot, but I was sure I heard his voice a little earlier. I had to actually be more tired than I thought. While I was putting into motion thought he saw something in the water, almost in the same spot where I was before, from the rocks, and I can swear that something was awfully similar to the black shirt. Were it not for the fact that it was not possible that we had spent so little time and that I had not seen before. I just had to go get me some sleep in my comfortable bed and forget the night, but I was waiting for the first tornado of the English Inquisition. Shit ...

The trip to the cottage, and flew in a moment I found myself down the steps towards the door. It all seemed so quiet, maybe too much, or maybe it was me that I had made too many mental disorders. A relaxing melody came muffled by the heavy wooden doors, pushed the door and I was not surprised to find the open door, my two roommates had never had the good habit of using the locks. I went trying to make as little noise as possible, still hoping to be able to delay the sermons after a nap. I got almost to the free room but made the mistake of opening the bathroom door. I predicted the creak in the room and then began screaming. I do not remember their exact words but you can easily imagine, that I remember is how I found it. They had filled the bath with candles and vanilla were immersed up to his neck in the tub full of water and foam, evidently trying to appear not as relaxed. Sprang up as if the water had suddenly become ice and shouted. They cried until they knew what to say and were tired enough of the vocal cords. So demanded a valid explanation ... I was staring at my best friends wrapped in towels, not knowing what to say, vagliai once again all the options and then ... and then remained silent. I let slip through the door without knowing what to say, continues to look but without actually seeing them, the room was slowly changing before my eyes, was taking the shape of a rather familiar place. The darkness that surrounds you when you've got even more strength to dream, a relaxing and monotonous darkness that fall, get lost and drown in complete abandonment.

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Soundtrack: Requiem for a dream ...

I had already been there a few hours before: smoking, the bar, the bartender gave her back to the patrons, the pool tables in the other room, the dim light, all that was familiar to me, I knew that if I had crossed the room and I had to direct pool in the far corner I found the woman waiting for me with a stick in his hand. I was impaled on the door not knowing what to do, I wanted to run from her but at the same time there was something that pushed me to do otherwise. Like the first time I went to the bar for a drink, I could not sit there and impaled if I went in the other room somehow I knew that I would have been stopped and I would direct the woman. I sat on one of those high stools, which I personally adore, and leaned his elbows on the counter waiting for the bartender was running, I did not have to wait long to have those emerald green eyes focused on him, were very bright, in contrast with the skin copper. not remember them so intense, but after all it was a dream so things could deteriorate.

-What would you like?

Her voice fits perfectly with the body: it was nothing extraordinary, however, had the strange nuances that stood out as did the eyes, I could not describe the tone because I've never been good at defining the characteristics of voice, or rather I just suck.

I was still lost in the green when I realized I had not yet responded: - A Guinness.

He bent down to take the beer from the fridge, she uncorked it and handed it to me, then surprised me by saying: - You should not wait for it, never appropriate to try the patience of Elise and is quite irritable recently, were you the reach immediately.

So that was how it was called the woman, or at least I thought he was talking about her, at the cost of making an idiot I forced myself to ask questions: - Who is quest'Elise?

laughed, I did not understand what had so funny, maybe I made a joke? If that was so was not my intention and I still had not understood.

-table in the far corner, that's Elise and in any case you should already know who he is, I did not know I did not know anything yet. Now go, do not stay here impaled; not want to have to deal with ELISA more pissed off than it is naturally.

said that I turn my back and turned up the volume of music is not worth more than a look, took a beer and began talking with a guy in black shirt half hidden in the shadows at the other end of the bar.

I walked to where I found the woman, Elise. Actually I was waiting in the same spot where I had found it last time .. This time I took the trouble to observe it well and I realized it was really nice even though her face was disfigured by a huge scar that went from the front of the neck diagonally across the entire face, without damaging the lip line. The long black hair framing the face in soft waves down to the waist, not a hair fell over his face, there was nothing to hide the scar pearl, the eye did not seem to cause damage to the wound, but it was milky and had be blind. The contrast with the other was remarkable: the healthy eye was a deep ebony, deep and glossy, surrounded by a bright white, the dark pupil drowned in the iris. The skin took on shades of pink ivory at the right cheek and the scar, thin lips were highlighted by a burgundy lipstick and eyeshadow shades, which took over the jewelry. Black leather pants, tight top Bordeaux like a second skin and high heels completed the blacks together, definitely not me Capacitive not be impressed the first time, was not the type to go unnoticed. When I was a few meters gave me his stick, I barely have time to take the fly before it hit a customer in the back, then took another for himself and said: - Let's talk while play-tone left no room for replicas, it was an order, then added-Next time when you arrive do not tinker, I have all this time to lose. After that laid the ball and started the game in silence, she was good, but it was not a pro, took a last sip and I laid the bottle on the edge of the table, then began to play. We played the first game in silence, completely focused on the game, at least I was, I won. It did not seem keen to begin a second game and then resumed my beer and sat down on the table, I know what that woman wanted by me: - What you need to talk to me?

He blinked several times, as if he remembered who I was and where he was, finally said, "Not now, not again! There is no time, we'll talk next time! You must go!

The room was filling with smoke as before, I would not be left to smother a second time, I began to run towards the entrance; the smoke seemed to follow me and wrap me, arrived at the bar I could not see anything definite, only half hidden by splashes of color smelly fog. I caught sight of the ladder and ran in that direction, I went to slam repeatedly against something, the more I approached the exit as the smoke was dense and give me trouble breathing. I was taken by the elbow and pull away from there.

When I opened my eyes I found myself face to face with a black shirt.

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as always I hope like it and I apologize for errors of form due to the fact that the story is published in the writing stage, as I type result, before you even read ...
the soundtrack is not fully, or perhaps it's not for nothing, aims to make the atmosphere complete as to give an idea of \u200b\u200bhow I was inspired and what allows the track to prove what you read ... is the song that I heard during the writing of the piece and find it suits you to a certain extent. I leave the choice is yours listening.
Happy reading and good night ...


Soundtrack: Do not Say a Word-Sonata Arctica

I seemed to see something moving on the beach, I turned slowly ... but what I saw was only an expanse of desert sand, there was anything that moved, no weird shape, nothing outside of my stuff. I went back to the sky.

past few minutes but once again I had the impression that the beach was not deserted as it looked, it was like the moment when I looked back at me and focus on detail that it disappeared from my sight. Evidently the dream had upset me more than I thought and now I saw things that were not there. Does not look more at that shadow that occasionally passed the edge of my field of vision, I was absorbed in total absence of thought until past the first signs of dawn in the sky more and more milky and dull. I rituffai in water and started paddling to shore, suddenly I was in a hurry to go riding on my bike, I was more comfortable naked and immersed in water, but at the same time I could not find the strength to with more energy to swim to shore.

I felt drained of energy every sign that the night was really more heavier than I imagined, my thoughts were becoming monotonous, I realized I was repeating myself, but I could not stop.

Before exiting the water I made sure that there was no one in sight, the way was free; my clothes now though so I spotted all of the salt, but I did not want to stay naked even now that the city was going to wake up, but I waited to back on the bike, to defile also the skin of your seat was out. So I sat on the wall that separated the beach from the promenade, I get to the phone and I noticed that the pockets were empty except for keys in a hurry I had not taken anything with me, fortunately I kept my license forever in motion.

I was listening to the sounds coming from the buildings in slow awakening, the first vehicles early risers already buzzing in the streets and fishing boats were returning to port with fresh prey. The enchantment of the night was broken and the weight of missed hours of sleep was getting to feel, the clothes were still not dry and I was beginning to curse me for being so run! I wonder how they should be concerned about Stefan and Pam! This time I would have scraped slowly and without anesthesia! I should give them a more convincing explanation of "I had a nightmare," the question was which one? I did not want them to lie but I realized that a bad dream did not explain a reaction so intense.

yawned. The clothes were still wet. Yawned again. I had to find an excuse. He yawns again. Wet, wet I was. Yawn. Maybe I could close my eyes as I waited for a few seconds to dry. Yawn. I fell asleep like that, sitting on that wall.

Everything was completely dark, there was nothing around me, absolutely nothing, just a few darker shade of the dark, or perhaps more clear, I could not tell. And then out of nowhere that voice, I recognized it instantly, I could not do otherwise, was the voice of the woman and was calling just me.

Following the voice begin to see more the place where I was I was on a city street, perhaps call it the road was too much, or rather alley alley would have been more appropriate to the size, the lighting was sufficient only to show me where to put feet, despite being very near the wall of the dead remained unknown. A little further ahead than where I was, there were two torches lit up the section of wall adjacent the voice seemed to come from one point to advance to the torch, followed her. Arriving in front of the flames I saw that they served to illuminate what the sign looked a little 'old-style, a restaurant, whose name was become illegible and that seemed to come inside the woman's voice. I was a bit 'impaled in the doorway listening to the sounds coming from inside but could not understand anything outside of those words to me directly, I decided to go down the dark stairs of wood. After the first ten steps almost dark a faint reddish light illuminates the path and noise in the room began to be heard as the voice lost its intensity absorbed by rock music. Finally I reached the end of the scale and what I saw petrified me and surprised me more than it did the newfound strength of his voice.

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He started to speak but I could not to hear: his lips moved without producing sound and I could not even read them, if things had something in my brain refuses to understand.

... Then, little by little the scene started to become confused, the hall was filled with smoke appestante, my eyes were burning and I could not keep them open, I lost sight of the woman and started to cough, trying to breathe clean air . Someone grabbed me by the shoulder and shook me once, twice, three times until something changed.

No more smoke, no more pubs, only darkness and a familiar voice calling my name.

-Anyka? Hey ... are you there? Is everything okay? It seemed I could not breathe ...

-Stefy? - it was all a dream? He could not only be a figment of my imagination, I had appeared not only real, dreams sometimes are, I had appeared all so defined and tangible: the cold, the beer that I was going down the throat, stick in my hand, I smoke that came into his eyes, tears, lungs burning. It was something tangible, I still feel the bitter taste of smoke in the throat in contrast with the sweet taste of beer. ... I was upset.

I needed to leave the house, I had to breathe fresh air and stretch, I had to stay alone for a while ', was long a dream that I did not think so true.

I got up and my eyes fell on her dress slipping slowly from my legs and onto the floor, the woman's dress. It was the same, same cut, same color, same everything.

I turned around, grabbed the keys to the ninja and the helmet and ran outside, so I left my best friends, confused and concerned about my reaction, I did not think the presence of, again in the house had begun to make strange dreams. In the dark I stumbled several times on my own feet and in the steps before reaching the gate and throw myself on the bike. I had some difficulty with the fucking her, I saw what I was doing and come to my hands trembled a little, once slipped off my stand and gave the gas, I do not bother the arrival of other cars, there would be successful even if you like.

The night was clear and the moon lit up the landscape, curve after curve, the descent was becoming more gentle and less dim light. The first public street lamps threw their ruddy light on the tarmac, I took a hit of the throttle, I wanted to reach the sea as quickly as possible.

a child when he was in the house and I had nightmares mom got up, took the car and take me to the beach, said that the sea had the power to calm everyone, there really believe in it but had always worked. I just needed to calm down, a great need to calm down, I looked at the speedometer: marked the one hundred and ninety. The city rush past me, silent and asleep, as frozen in that state of extreme calm throughout the day. Two hundred, luckily no one was there, I did not have the reflexes to dodge anything, not even bother me. I could smell the sea before we see it and hear the surf. I pushed a little 'the bike, I turned on the boardwalk and park in scoured, got out, took my keys and ran to the beach. I threw the helmet to the ground, running keys and stripped me down to the water, seminal my stuff all the way, never mind, I was alone, everyone was asleep.

When my fingers touched the I immediately felt better, I made a few more steps and I plunged into the arms of the sea. Re-emerged a few meters later, the moonlight shadows and drew pictures on my naked body. I felt so free, rocked at the mercy of the waves, a few solitary fish approached me curious and then flee as soon as I tried to approach him.

Following this path that the light drew the water went to sit on the rocks nearby. I was contemplating the stars when something on the periphery of my vision caught my attention.