Once Upon A Time

Once Upon A Time

Once upon a time...

There was a girl, and there was a boy...

She was an angel, and he was a demon...

She smelled of dreams and hope, and he smelled of thunderstorms and rain...

She was the moon, and he was the moon...

She was the red, and he was the blue...



"Codi!" A voice rang in my head and I jump at the jolt of being brought out of my daze. I quickly close the old crumbling notebook in front of me and toss it aside. I straiten my long dark hair and turn to face my assistant.

"Yes?" I ask her.

"Miss Codi, you don't look well, are you doing okay?" She asks.

"I'm fine, I was just thinking." I tell her, and most of it wasn't a lie. "How is the deadline?"

This makes her forget of her worry, like I had hoped, and her voice changes from worry to dread. "I'm afraid it's only two months away. Ms. Codi, do you think that we will..."

"Of course!" I told her sternly and look down at my #2 mechanical pencil. "Please get back to work."

"Yes 'm!" And she scrambles off, dodging the coping machine that I had ordered to stay near me at all times. I slowly turn my head to that torn notebook and I feel my heart turn ice cold and my body is rigid.

'Why? Every single time I open that damn book...'

I think of just throwing it away, it was useless for it did not bring me satisfaction, nor did it bring me comfort. Nor did it make me forget the things I try not to remember. All it did was make me remember, and I feared it.

But I also loved it. I loved it so much I couldn't throw it away every time I thought of doing so. It's still there, and it still remembers. It will never forget.

Once upon a time...

There was a girl, and there was a boy...

She was a hanyou, and he was a hanyou...

She was small and shy, and he was strong and fierce...

She held a flower, and he held a sword...

She was the blue, and he was the red...

The hours are over, and I am putting my things away. First my laptop that fits nicely in its case, then my pencils, pens, and inks. Then my printing papers and cartridge goes in my other bag, and my blue notebook...

I stand there, in the dark alone, watching the book as if hoping it would do something. Maybe it would stop haunting me and leave me alone because I hated it! I hated it and everyone in it! I hated the people who were in it, I hated them, and I hated myself! I was about to fling it aside, and let the janitor come in in the early morning to scoop it up, and put it back on my desk like she had done so many times before. I hated her for it. It was as if she knew it was something I couldn't live without, but oh how I wished it was gone.

I see someone turning off their computer, and I know that I am not alone like I had thought. I waited, I don't know why I did, but I waited. Maybe I was just so tired, or just really lonely. He walked from out of his work space and sees me standing, watching him. He is much older than I, maybe he hates me like the other older people did. They didn't like the idea of working for someone younger then they, and unlike most bosses, I worked almost harder then them. I do not smile, or say hi, I just turn and pick up my things and walk away, but he follows, almost excited to see me.

"Ms. Codi! I did not expect to see you here this late!" He says.

"I was..." I think, what was I doing again? My mind is back on that stupid notebook and I brush it aside. "I was working."

"Oh yeah, duh!" He says jokingly, but I'm not much for laughing right now.

Suddenly I stop and my mind races. He seems to notice this and looks down at me with wonder. "What is it miss Codi?"

"That door..." I say under my breath. "Will you open it?"

"Why won't you open it?" He asks a little offended.

I stand there for a long moment, and then answer, "I'm scared of doors."

He seems to be thinking, probably thinking I'm a nutcase and reaches for the knob and I timidly scurry though it once it is open. He closes it behind him and is still watching me, and I know he is just dieing to ask the question.

"What?" I ask.

"You're scared of doors." He said, and it didn't seem like a question, more like a confusing statement.

"Yes," I tell him a little impatient.

"Well..." Here it comes. "Why?"

"Because they remember."

He looks back at the door over his shoulder and then back at me with a humorous look, "And what do these doors remember?"

My eyes are half lidded as I slowly began to walk away, my legs are jelly and tears filling my golden brown eyes, "How to close..."

I suddenly collapse on my knees and my hands slap my face as I sob into them. He is at my side asking a million questions like, 'Are you okay,' or 'have you eaten today?'

But my eyes fix on a blue notebook, it's dull white pages open...

Once upon a time...

There were two girls...

One was outgoing and mysterious, the other was shy and timid...

One was sixteen, one was fifteen...

One had a dream, the other was apart of it...

One stood still, the other was pushed forward...

One was still a child, the other grew up...

One was red, and the other was blue...


Finally, I stand up and whip my tears, the boy stands up too still worried over my health and I look up at the moon and at the sign in front of the building I had just been in. On it was two crescent shapes, they shone strongly in the moonlight, one red and one blue...and the sign said...

Red and Blue Moons Productions...

"Please tell me what is wrong Ms. Codi!" He says desperately and I turn my gaze away from the sign and look into his green blue eyes. My head cocks a little, as I began to tell him the story...

"Once upon a time..."






~End~