beyond the light (1/?)

In another universe, Misty is still 13 years old, and nothing bad has ever happened to her. In another universe, Misty still lives in Arkansas- or maybe she's all the way back in Tennessee. In this universe, she's 15 and waking up in a soft bed, surrounded by pillows and blankets that seem to swallow her. She longs for her own bed, but the stomach of the plush bedding, she can close her eyes and pretend, for a moment, that there's someone right across the little room from her, snoring softly like he always does. But her brother is not there. The soft pink dress laid out on her dresser reminds her of a rococo era dress, and she closes her eyes and hums to herself. Her sleek sleeves poof out with frills down towards her wrists, and the neckline of the dress makes a soft rectangular shape. It's beautiful, she thinks, as she silently begs for any God to save her, and she swears she hears a harmony of a billion angelic voices repeating her own words. She does not want to leave her room, but Alcora knows she's awake. 

NOTES: I've decided to just start writing this book I've been hopping around for 6 years. there will be inconsistencies with the story, and I apologize for that. thank you for reading this lil start tho :3