Rhiannon: Chapter 1

Inspired by something I don't know, I've decided to start writing something that I don't know what to call. For now, let's call it Rhiannon.

Rhiannon: Chapter 1
"Rhiannon rings like a bell through the night, and wouldn't you love to love her?"

She was trying to count how many pills she had taken that afternoon when the phone rang. She let the machine get it.

"Rhiannon it's mom." There was a short pause. "Alright I guess you're out. Call me back later, babe." The line went dead and she brushed a piece of hair out of her cold blue eyes. She was staring blankly at the counter. How many were there, thirteen? Fourteen? How many where there before? There had to have been at least twenty. She turned the bottle over idly in her hands before collapsing with a soft thud onto the carpet.

When she awoke, it wasn't on the floor where she remembered passing out. She was in her bed, no, another bed. And it was cold, quite cold. The window in this room had been left open, and the lacy curtains were waving continuously in the draft. Rather than try to get her bearings, Rhiannon stumbled out of bed and threw the door open wide. There were people in the hall. People she didn't recognise. She hobbled blindly towards the end of the corridor, where there were even more strangers and a bright, orange lamp. She distinctly remembered this lamp, for some reason. As though she'd already seen it in some distant dream. One of the strangers grabbed her wrist and smiled at her. He asked where she was headed, but she only wriggled free and kept walking. When she realised that there was no way out, Rhiannon started to panic.

It began to grow dark in the unfamiliar room. The lamp's bright glow started to dwindle until there was nothing but the sound of the strangers breathing. One of them muttered something incoherently. She heard her name come as a whisper off the tongue of another. She whirled around frantically, anxious to see a bit of something, anything. As her eyes adjusted, the orange glow began to return, but this time it was outside. She ran to the nearest wall and pounded furiously, demanding that she be released. Suddenly, the wall vanished. As a matter of fact, all of them did. And the people. And the room. And then the other rooms began to disappear. Soon, there was nothing left. So Rhiannon warily approached the light, which was now twinkling faintly, across a pool in this backyard.

When she reached it, it appeared to be a large insect. It had magnificent, clear, sparkling wings, but they were not moving. It was suspended, mid-air, in animation, with the glow radiating brightly from it's backside. Rhiannon hovered her hand over the tip of its abdomen before letting her fingertips caress it gently. At the first contact between her skin and the insect's, The light changed from a deep orange to a vibrant blue, and it began to sing. It was the sweetest music that had ever touched her ears. She closed her eyes, fully absorbing the frequencies and tones it was releasing.

Finally, as with everything else, the bug disappeared by bursting into a thousand tiny beads, and then dissolving into the air. The only sound was a soft, comforting hum as the pieces floated away. This scene was one of the strangest dreams Rhiannon had ever experienced. But it wasn't the first.

Questions? Comments? Concerns?
-L-