Burden: Chapter 1, Part 1: White walls.

Chapter one
White walls.
4 years later.

An alarm clock goes off, and a dirty hand reaches out and turns the beeping sound off without completely waking up. The owner of the hand groans and sits up, throwing the blanket off before she has the chance to fall asleep again. She stands up, walking to her dresser, running her grimy hand over the white walls, opening the white dresser drawer, staring at herself in the white mirror overhead.Surrounded by white, as always. She thinks, grabbing a pair of jeans and a black tee covered in blue and green sequins. You’re surrounded by white, Naira. She closes the white drawer and runs past her white bed into her white bathroom. She hums a little and gets dressed, pulling her hair into a ponytail and washing her face and smiling at her makeup-less face in the mirror for a moment. Thick, black, hair, And dark, dark, grey eyes, so dark they almost seem to be made of metal. A cream white face with a few red blotches scattered over it, but not distracting anyone from the smile, from the love in her eyes. Then, she closes the white curtain over her mirror and washes her hands. Then, walking back into the bedroom, she picks up a box on her bedside table. She reaches around her neck and unclasps a blue ribbon with a key hanging from it. She inserts the key into the heavy lock hanging from the box, like she does every morning. “Good morning, Dunira.” She mutters,opening the box very slowly, revealing a glowing orb that looks like a small earth. “Don’t worry, I won’t flood you today.” She shivers as she thinks of the time she held the world over the sink, not wanting to think of how many people on this world she swore to protect died because of her. “That was a few weeks ago, and we’re good for now.” She carefully sets the box on the bedside table again and turns on the mechanism that turns the world, making day come to pass on the other side of the world halfway through this day. “Have a good day, Durnia.” She says, and walks out of the room into her kitchen. She walks over to her white cabinets, silence ringing in her ears through the entire tiny house. I’m all alone, like always. She thinks. Then she tries her best to push the bad thoughts out of her mind and grabs a granola bar, link in a moment and staring at the blue wrapper, as if it’s some sort of foreign object. She smiles, mutters “Color.” and runs out the door towards her school. Her heart beats in her chest as she runs down the hill where her lonely house resides, breaking off bits of her granola bar as she goes and popping them into her mouth. The grass outside rustles as she passes, as if waving good morning to her. She’s smiling just the slightest bit, because after what happened last week, she’s ready to fall back into something that resembles normal. She shivers as she remembers her hands, holding the world she promised to protect over the sink, emerging half of it in water, tears mingling with it. Naira stumbles a little on a rock as she thinks of how she took the world out at the last moment, seeing as tiny specks float around in the water, maybe bushes, maybe trees, maybe homes, maybe people. But she stopped. She knows she can do this. The man chose her. She is strong, she is brave. And she will strongly brave this burden that she accepted so long ago. She promised, once again, that day that she would. And she did her best to save the world again, but it back in the box, and  tried to move on. Because she misses him. She misses Dante. She did last week, when it happened. Because she doesn't know where he is, and who knows why he left? But he doesn’t know. He’s gone, and she doesn't even know if it’s her fault.