A/N: SORRY GUYS! I decided to make a series so I will re-post Invisible Angels as a chapter and hopefully another will post so I can post the next chapter These are somewhat connected and go over a certain web of time, each dream is different and goes farther into the future, as it is in present time farther itself. I HAVE ALSO MADE SOME TWEAKS TO THE FIRST CHAPTER TO MAKE IT WORK!!! Thanks!
Chapter one: Invisible Angels
It was raining. Hair stuck to the sides of her face and neck, discolored from the leftover mascara which had run into several strands. She smelt of something rotten having not showered in days and all she could do was stare into the lap of that ruined dress of hers’, that once soft velvet now drenched in rain and...
Yes, tears. She, Winry, was crying. Or at least had been .
The last thing attaching her to this world had been cut. Cut cruelly into little pieces. That clever old woman she’d grown up with. Gone. Gone was the knowing smile and familiar smell of smoke wafting throughout the house. She thought she could live without Edward and Alphonse but without anyone?
And what was she supposed to do now? What did she have left? Winry smiled snidely and a small but cruel laugh escaped her mouth. Nothing but a house she couldn’t possibly pay for and a dress that was ruined from three days of bearing Resembool’s cruel new weather, three days of sitting and doing nothing but induce self loathing unto herself.
That’s what she had.
The slow tapping of nails on the kitchen floor sounded from the doorway, then the painful sound of plastic on the ground and a dog whimpering in pain.
Ah yes, she hadn’t fed Den in a week, ever since Pinako died, two days before what happened really hit her. Had she really been acting like this? Den was old, almost 20 years, wait...100 years? Shouldn’t he be dead by now? What dog lives for 100 dog years?
Forgetting about herself for a moment Winry rushed into the house. There was Den, lying on the floor, unmoving.
‘Yes, now he’s gone too,’ she thought, ‘They’re all gone. All of them. I didn’t even remember... I didn’t even remember...’ So Winry sighed, no more tears would come. She’d cried herself dry. ‘I’ll pick him up later. I’ll call Nelly for help.’
So she walked around the house, her steps echoing, sounding. What was she doing here? What was she doing...? But she had to be optimistic...
The next thing Winry knew she was soaking in a tub, closing her eyes. She felt a sinking feeling. Like her brain had shut down but as she headed towards a light, a lighted doorway, a sort of gate looming over her.
And she walked towards it, all the while somehow feeling the presence of some of the most important people she had lost, hearing their voice, seeing their face. Like invisible angels. Maybe they hadn’t forgotten.
Suddenly Winry snapped her eyes open and sat up in her bed, covered in sweat.
She stepped towards the door, walking through the frame and into the silent hallway. Something was wrong, she knew it. Something just wasn't right.
Tap, tap, tap!
A knock was heard from the door, grasping her attention. Winry walked over and closed her hand around the knob, turning it slowly, "Hello?" she asked groggily.
"I heard the bad news," answered an old woman who was holding a bouquet of flowers in her hands.
"Excuse me?" she asked in confusion.
"Your grandmother died last night. Den started barking and woke up Mrs.Robinson. You didn't know?"