𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 | 𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐨

the cruel bugle sang before

 
    In the case of one Sakura Haruno, dreams were just that — dreams. They didn't manifest into visions of the world or future events. Sometimes that resembled past events that happened, but then they were always distorted into something worse and not entirely accurate. They were a representation of her thoughts and emotions, becoming more extreme and even sometimes so wholly inaccurate that she would call them nightmares.

  She had lots of those; nightmares that twist around the bottom of her small ankles and cause her to stumble, often falling headfirst into either a pile of mud or a yawning mouth with brittle teeth that cut skin deep and red.

Tonight's nightmare was one of her waking up fully-clothed in a bathtub filled to the brim with sparkling pink water. Everything was saturated to the extreme, the veins in her hands standing out as a prominent blueish-green and the mirror to her side showed the deep rogue of her lips. When she remembered that she was supposed to breathe, the first inhale she took was of rotting fish. She choked and gagged on the flavor. Sakura pulled herself out of the tub and onto the marble floor, naked and shivering. She could see her reflection.

  Her fingertips pressed against the hand on the floor - her own, she hoped - and that hope fled when the reflections frown turned into a grin and the free hand pointed to her left. Sakura looked up to see an open door. She got to her feet and crossed her arms over her chest. To battle the horrid smell, she pinched her nose and breathed with her mouth. It helped, just the slightest bit.

   Something bloody had been dragged across the cold floor. Her feet were stained red from it and it was warm against her skin. Opposed to the chill in the air, it would have felt nice if it hadn't of been blood. But the carcass of something large was in front of her, at the end of the hall. It jutted up from the ground and no light was cast onto it. It was just a hunk of nothingness.

"..Sakura".

The closer she got, the louder the whispers became.

"..This is not your place."

Small details started to stand out to her, the closer she got.

"..You couldn't have saved it. It was his time."

It was a whale, so big and blue that tears sprung up in her eyes. It's stomach was split open and organs threatened to slip onto the floor. Sakura caught sight of its eyes and she turned around. So empty and gray - lifeless. It was already dead.

"..Do not cry for him. He will be missed, but he served us well."

Sakura didn't understand. The hall and bathroom abruptly vanished. She was There again, in that space that scared and fascinated her so very much. She watched as one of the planets grew brighter and brighter and brighter and brighter until it finally collapsed inward on itself. Her heart ached and she knew that it was gone forever.

"..I'm sorry that it was you who was chosen to see. You're cursed with knowledge and power. They tried to kill you, but they had no idea the Things that they would unleash. Would you like to help us, Sakura?"

Sakura stalled- thinking and looking and deciding- and blinked once, and said hell no, and woke up. She was certain that someone had died. Who? She could only hope that it wasn't someone she knew. She wiped her wet eyes and went back to sleep, hoping to forget everything. She had a fight to win tomorrow.

  It was wet when she woke up. The dew soaked into her skin and she knew goosebumps ripples across her flesh. With a soft sigh, she pulled herself out of bed. For the first time in quite a few weeks, she felt almost refreshed. Sure, her eyes were dry from crying and there was an itch where her bruises and cuts were still healing, but her mind was clear.