There's a beginning and an end to everything.

-xXx-Where it Ended and Where it Began-xXx-

Have you ever wondered how the world works? That maybe, just maybe everything will work out just fine in the end when you're dead. That just doesn't make any sense. How can you be happy when everything is slipping away and the realization is there that you can no longer fix everything. That what was lost will remain lost...Forever. Let's not forget about that primal fear about being forgotten, about ceasing to exist. That what was lost will remain lost and everything that you ever cared about or ever did will mean nothing. Dust. Sands in the wind. One could say that you just live life to its fullest and everything will just click. I agree. I agree that everything will click unless you're one of those poor fools who remain in the dark. I don't believe you can live life to its fullest because there's always something you could have done better or things that remain unsolved but that's just how life works. And I'll tell you life can be a bitch and when I died I realized a lot of things. The best was that I wasn't the only one who had a shitty life. Of course I knew that too but I put myself way down there and everyone else were just idiots and weaklings. How Funny. Hah. But let me introduce myself.

I'm Senna Rain. I died on a rainy day, how ironic, all by myself after finishing what I set out to do. Mostly. I guess I saw the light and finally found the meaning to my life but by then it was all over. It was easy to be happy near the end because I knew there was nothing afterwards to bring me back down. I learned a lot of things the moment before I died. I remember mostly being disappointed. There were many reasons for the feeling like not seeing his face again, the good face, and never being able to hold little Bel again or seeing her grow up. It was like losing my scarce happiness all over again without truly experiencing its bliss. Then again I just comforted myself with the knowledge that I ended the lives of those who destroyed mine and that she'll never go through what I did. That she'll only worry about what most girls worry about with the same dangers and issues and not anything too out there. It was my only wish, that and he'd act as her father. He held my hand as I passed away so I guess I lied about being alone when I died.

None of this matters though and I'm afraid I might begin repeating myself. You might wonder why I can tell you this when I'm dead. The fact of the matter is that after death if your strong enough you become a being like a ghost until you fade away into something of a mystery. I think that its the true death. Most go into it straight after the body's passing but others like me do not. Being a ghost isn't as fun as it sounds and manipulating living things is hard. It is also very draining. According to otherworldly rumors if you learn how to you can possess the living and find a type of immortality when you cyphen off of their life. It works best on blood relations. Not a nice thing to do but if you don't want to fade away into the true death than that's the route to go. I'd never do that to my little Bel. The worst part about being a ghost is that you're forced to relive your life so many times that it's maddening. In that way it makes the real death the Light, that or possession which stems off the Dreaming. It also destroys already broken people because it begins to linger on the pain until that pain consumes you. That's what it did to Meirah. It made me hate her when I should have only felt love for the woman she used to be.

I'm fading now, back into the Dreaming. I've been tempted to possess the living every second of my life, or death, to ignore the dreams but that would go against my every belief. I would never do that to Bel and steal that which is hers. I also know what it did to Meirah and to her victims; it wasn't all that it was cracked up to be. I hate the Dreaming that calls to memories I want to fade. It takes me everything that I have to focous on the best things that I ever had. I wouldn't have survived without them.

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"I feel so tired yet I can't seem to fall asleep."

There was a rustle as somebody or something adjusted the way it was positioned. It was in the middle of the night and it was clear out. It took a moment for a soft padding of feet to be heard which would quickly be accompanied by a simple growl.

"Sorry, Che." The young woman said in a low voice. She patted the ground gently and Che sat beside her. "I can't really go about complaining with you around." She then smiled as she ran her fingers through Che's soft fur. Che was a gray and white wolf and his name was really Cheion but he was called Che for short. The cute but really dangerous pup was one of her oldest friends. He wasn't exactly very puppy like to anybody but her because to everybody else Cheion was frightening with good reason. There was always the fool who thought that Cheion would take an automatic liking to them and tried to pet him when she told them not to. It was really their loss when they lost a limb.

She sighed and the wolf simply shrugged in a wolf like way as he settled down next to her. The boy laid his fluffy gray and white head on her lap and looked up at her expectantly. Senna laughed lightly as she scratched behind his ears. Cheion always knew how to cheer her and grow up. He had that knack to him that spoke well beyond her years at the very least. "There boy, I guess I should get some sleep now, no?" Che made a clicking sound with his teeth that gave her answer. "Alright," she said simply as she fell backwards none too gracefully. Cheion was smart enough to raise his head so that she could stretch out her legs before lowering his head back down. Neither of them fell asleep for the longest time.

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It was raining and there was no sound beyond the screaming. It was cold and wet and all around was grass outlined with trees. There was a girl all alone in a field. She was bloody and torn but all she was capable of doing was screaming. There was blood everywhere; the rain did little to dispel it from the scene. There was a heap of flesh in front of her that didn't move. It was torn beyond recognition and without having to check one knew it was dead. There was somebody laughing who thought it was just so damn funny. Then there was silence again, the laughing and screaming had since faded. The girl was still sitting there but she had a foreign look to her face and she was unresponsive to the hand on her back.

Senna woke up screaming. Her high pitched voice matched that of the girl in the dream yet it was so different. A different kind of scream. There were tears running down her face from the strain of the screams and she started shaking uncontrollably. She was screaming and crying at the same time. She couldn't help herself.

Cheion jumped on top of her and pushed her to the ground. He started to lick her face in an attempt to calm her down. It didn't work at first but eventually she quieted down until she was only crying. "Oh, Che," she forced out between sobs, "I'm frightened." She slowly raised her arms with seemingly great effort and put them around him. "...I," she began but found that she couldn't continue. She instead put her face against his neck and cried like she never did before. It was relaxing in a way.

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