Dreams Within: #22

“ We've once again reunited, sister.”

Chapter 14: Her Vision

I snapped my eyes wide open, trying to clear the image I saw. My voice was rasped due to the fact I’ve been screaming my lungs out. Sweat was breaking onto forehead slowly trickling down my face, leaving a silver trail. I took deep breaths, trying to clear my head. I then covered my eyes with my right hand.

What in the world was that I saw?

Is it even real?

Why do I still feel the pain through my body?

I was on the way to my bed after a long day with Leon at the park. It then hit me hard at the back of my head. It felt as though someone used a wooden plank and wham my head merciless. Speaking of which, my head hurt like hell. I immediately blacked out and when I came to my senses, it wasn’t mine. I was surrounded with a mass of Enormphs; they were all hissing and snarling at me. I was by a beach which is quite far from where I’m staying. I was holding onto a gun, preparing myself for a fight of my life. I should be worrying about myself, not someone named Michaela. I felt someone’s warm back touching mine, wisps of soft red hair blocking part my view.

Red hair, why does it seemed so familiar?

It then hit me once again, Michaela was the woman who’ve saved me and then threatened me. Everything went by like a blur, so many scenes and movements were too fast for me to register on. Before I knew it, I was under water, screaming out Michaela’s name and blacked out due to the fact I’ve no more air to grasp on.

The scene then changed as soon as the darkness settled in. I was dangling in air, my shoulders hurt by the claws of an Enormph. I started to panic when I saw a huge ball of white light reaching towards me.

Bomb.

I was going to die yet I felt strangely calm about it. All I could think about him, I tried summoning a mental image of him but it was replaced by an image of a woman around her 50’s and a man whom looked like a fisherman.

Mom, dad.

Those two words were so painful to me I actually closed me eyes and tears trickled down. I heard the Enormph grunted with panic as it was not as fast to get out of the reach of the bomb.

I love you.

And it once again, hit me. I screamed and screamed due to the pain and the blinding light.

Then I was awake, lying on the cold hard floor.

Was it real?

Once again the question came to me. I wondered what happened and why were two people surrounded by Enormphs.

I stood up, trying to balance myself on my wobbly legs. I then realized it was dark; the sun has set and stars twinkled cheekily in the dark sky. I turned on my radio and went towards the roof. My thoughts were still a blunder towards me, unsolved questions and answerless wonders.

“What happened? Why am I seeing all these?” I asked quietly to the bright moon.

“At night when the stars
light up my room
I sit by myself”

Bruno mars sang with full passion. Well, Bruno Mars, you’re not the only one talking to the moon at the moment, I thought.

“Talking to the Moon
trying to get to you
in hopes you're on
the other side.
Talking to me too
or am I a fool
who sits alone
talking to the moon”

I started to cry, consuming myself with fear and despair. Am I a freak for being able to see those? I hugged my legs, trying to warm myself while I was shaking with fear. The back of my head began to hurt once again and I felt myself being pulled towards darkness once again. This time, it wasn’t as painful as the one before. I felt my eyes fluttering and my body falling on the cold roof top. It must be seizure, I thought to myself as my head hit the roof and I could no longer feel my body as darkness consumed my sight.

“Talking to the Moon, folks, by Bruno Mars…”

Darkness then was spotted with small balls of colored lights. Soft green, baby blue, light violet, warm pinkish glow was all around me. I stood up and I was filled with curiosity about those lights. I then heard a murmur as a pink light float by me. I strained my ears and followed the pink light.

“Lost… Family’s dead… Am I dead too?”

The light then stopped abrupt. I too, stopped and peer into the light for it no longer made any sounds or noise. I saw something moved in the light and I leaned closer to the light. I then saw a girl at the age of 6 years old, wondering around in her house. She has a shoulder-length black hair with straight bangs and she wore a white night gown that reaches to her ankle. She was holding onto the railing as she descended down long stairs. Suddenly, the girl looked at me, with a pair of baby blues.

“Where’s my mommy?” she said, her voice was filled with sadness and despair that no child at her age could ever experienced. My heart felt broken and I reached out; wanting very much to wipe the tears off her cheeks. As soon as my fingers come in contact with the pink sphere, the scene around me changed.

I was on the way down the stairs, wondering what the scream I heard from my bedroom was. I was frightened and curious at the same time; my heart was racing faster and faster every second. The storm outside was not helping me either; thunder boomed and lightning crashes together, illuminating my house. Not only that, the nightmare I had before still scares me. Finally, I reached the bottom of the stairs and I saw a female body in a pool of blood. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open as though she was still screaming a blood curling scream.

I felt my eyes went wide with fright and I rushed to find my daddy. I then went to the kitchen for the kitchen was my daddy’s most favorite place in the whole house. I then found my daddy behind the kitchen counter.

“Daddy? Daddy? Mommy’s gone,” I cried as I shook him. Finally, with much strength, my daddy’s body fell and he hit his head on the cold marble floor. I wiped my tears and I saw two black sockets. I miffed my scream as I rushed out from the kitchen. Upon running, I tripped on a ball and I hit my head hardly on the wall. I felt pain burst through my head as I got up and I saw a couple of eye balls by the door. I wailed with despair and cried, hoping this was all but a terrible nightmare. I heard thunder boomed and saw lightning flashed. I then had an angry feeling; a wishing to avenge both my parents. Suddenly, I saw a man by the pillar.

I realized it was none other than my loving brother, with that I ran to him with open arms. My heart pounded but I felt a little better. I asked my brother if he has seen both our parents. He nodded his head and said yes. I then saw a knife which he took out skillfully.

“Goodbye dear Emily,” he whispered and down the knife came upon me.

I remembered screaming until the very last second.

“Morgan! Morgan! ” I heard someone said while shaking my body.

“Snap out of it, Morgan!”

I blinked my eyes.

Once.

Twice.

And I saw a guy standing over me, shaking my body to and fro.

“Morgan,” he sighed and smiled.

Kendrick voice rang through the darkness and it disturbed his sleep.

“The boy will get over it,”

“But sir…”
“Don’t you ‘sir’ me, Adam; I have absolute no mood for this! Explain again to me why Michaela didn’t report to me as soon as dawn breaks in!? She should have known better than that!”

Michaela didn’t report to Kendrick?

“Sir, I spotted her looking devastated on her bike to some where,”

“And why didn’t you go after her?” Kendrick’s voice was dripped with poison kindness.

“I… I was taken surprised by an Enormph,” Adam stuttered.

“The problem with you blardy newbie is that you guys think after being taken in you’re so ‘awesome’,” he sneered, “When you clearly needed more training!”

Silence.

“Taken surprised by an Enormph! Bull shit! First time I’ve heard it,” Kendrick’s voice rang through the room.

He then heard the door slammed and footsteps begun to fade away. He heard Adam sighed and a soft thumped somewhere off to his right.

“What did the Enormph took shape as?” he asked, his voice was raspy. He turned towards his right and saw Adam flushing. His cheeks were red and he was looking at his shoes.

“One smoking hot chick,” he said, still blushing.

He then chuckled and looked at the ceiling, watching the fan spinning round and round again.

“I was at some alley, done my part on drinking some booze. It was somewhere after dawn, I guess. I was kinda drunk, I guess when I saw Michaela,” Adam continued. “This chick then came out of no where and pin me on the wall, she was one strong woman. I thought she was going to plant a kiss on me and all but when she smiled, her mouth was freaking filled with teeth,”

“All women’s mouth is filled with teeth. If not, how are they going to chew?”

Michaela’s still alive, a teeny tiny voice whispered to him as Adam talked.

“I meant needle-like teeth, bro,” Adam stood up. He ran his fingers through his short curly blonds. His bright blue eyes darted from left to right as though he was expecting something to happen. “She then bit me on the neck, but I saw the golden eye just in time. Freaking biatch gave me one heck of a scar.” Adam pulled his shirt collar to his left side to show him. He turned and saw the mark.

Interesting.

A small ring of holes pierced on Adam’s skin and it looked wicked.

You can feel it, she’s still alive. Report to Kendrick. Hold a search party for her. Do anything you can to save her… while she lives…

“I managed to take out my gun and shot her on the gut. She was pissed at me but she let go of her bite on me though, she then rammed my head on the pavement and I shot her in the bloody golden eye.” Adam said, filled with satisfaction.

He then got up from the bed and placed his head in both his open hands, thinking about Michaela and how he lost her. He raised his head and clam both his fist hard. He stood up, walked towards the door and walked out of the room, leaving Adam hanging in his sentence.

Noisy bastard, he thought. He was in no mood for someone as irritating as Adam. He needed to talk to Kendrick about Michaela for he had this gut feeling Michaela was still alive; badly hurt but alive.

“Morgan,” he greeted me with a smile.

I shuddered for I could not shake the feeling of the poor girl. Her whole family was butchered by her own brother; her own maniac brother. I focused my eyes on the guy in front of me.

“Can you stand?” he asked as he got up and held out a hand for me.

I nodded and I took his hand, pulling myself off the floor. It then hit me.

Who is he? I wondered. How does he know my name!?

“Who are you?” I asked as I wrapped my arms around me to keep myself warm.

“You’re cold,” he said much with surprised as though the place was supposed to be warm.

“What was that?” I murmured; my head felt as though someone has brained me.

“That was Lil Emily,” he said and looked at the pink sphere that floated above us.

“Her brother killed her whole family and her too. She’s a lost soul here,”

“Lost soul?”

“You’ve just experienced her memory. Her very last memory,”

“Memory?”

“The voices you’ve heard, the scenes you see moving in the sphere, they are all past memories of the unsettled lost souls. Once touch, we’re able to experience their very last second, after all, that is part of our gift.”

“Part of our gift?”

“I’ll explain more when we’ve reached our destination. But, you are warned, the more you touch the spheres willingly, the harder it gets to come out. With or without help that is,”

“What if the spheres touch me?”

“Notice how they stay their distance from us? And as I said, willingly,”

“How do you know so much?”

“I just... know,”

The guy in front of me wore a black sleeveless shirt with jeans and a pair of blue converse shoes. He smiled at me as though I made a joke only he knows.

“Are you real?” I whispered for I was afraid of the silence and the weird lights.

“Are you real?” he whispered to me.

I reached up and touched my face and I nodded.

“Then I must be real too,” he said with satisfaction and slightly tilted his head to right.

I shivered and bite back a yelp when one of the lights came close to me.

“No need to be afraid, I’m here,”

“Where is here, exactly?”

“We are in a limbo at the moment. If you’ll follow me, you’ll somehow understand where you are at,”

He started to pull me towards a soft yellow light. Yet I stood my ground, afraid to move, scared of the things happening around me.

“Morgan? It’s okay, I’m here,” he once again smiled and urged me to walk with him. I finally gathered my courage and walked with him; falling a step behind him. The strange floating lights started to follow us; lighting our every path not to mention I caught fragments of voices; some were pleading, some were crying, some were screaming, some were questioning. I was freaked out yet I have to bit back my fears and follow him. After all, the way he talked is as though he knows the way out and I want to get out of this freaky place.

The light in front of us began to grow brighter and brighter and soon, I was blinded by it yet we continued walking. I then heard crickets playing a melody and somewhere far off, I heard water splashing as though there’s a creek nearby. I opened my eyes and my sight finally adjusted towards the dark night. Yet it wasn’t really that dark, a bright moon illuminated the place; throwing every dark corners a soft shade of bluish white.

I gasped for I’ve never seen such a beautiful place in my life. I looked up at the sky and a halo circled around the moon like the planet called Saturn. The stars gently dotted on the dark blue sky, causing a gentle atmosphere to the place.

“It’s called a nimbus,” the guy said as he stood by my side.

“Nimbus,” I repeated his word, softly.

“By the way, funny how you’ll follow a guy to a mysterious place,” he said and looked at me.

I tore my eyes off from the nimbus and looked at him.

“You seemed different,” I said without hesitation, “The kind that saves rather than harm females. You looked familiar though, I… I just can’t tell,”

“Lune,” he said and extended his hand and I shook his hand.

“Morgan, nice to meet you,” I said, still looking at his eyes. Funny how I was unable to notice his face until now; his eyes was the color of citrine; a yellowish goldish color. He has a nose shaped like a Greek nose and a lip that was used to smiling.

“Oh, I know you.” He said as he walked around me, “I’m not sure if you know me though, after all, it’s been a long time since we’ve met.”

“We’ve met?”

“Aye, we’ve met,” he said, mimicking a pirate ascent.

“Mind telling me when?”

“You’ll find out soon, Estrella,”

“Who’s Estrella?” I asked, feeling more and more confused by every word he said.

“You,” Lune said, his eyes were serious and I felt a dark aura surrounded him.

“We’ve once again, reunited, sister.”