Another World

Chapter 3

This time I saw a teeny tiny baby in its mother's hands. It was a girl. The baby giggled and laughed when her mother tickled her. Her father stood straight flashing a smile from time to time. He had long dirty blond hair and looked incredibly handsome. He looked worried of some kind or that's what his face expressed. He would look at his wife and scream "can you believe it?". The man looked away, paused, and covered his face in his hands. "You know Kevin, one day, your daughter will grow up and become a hero! Why is it so hard for you to believe it?! What is worrying you so much? Relax and take it easy!" responded the wife trying to calm him down. "I see betrayal, I see suffering, I see sacrifice, I see PAIN! I can't stand the fact that one day I won't be there to protect her! " he shouted. "The forces will, Kevin. Isn't this tattoo on her wrist the reason why we believe in the forces and depend on them for her protection! This is a promise from us from them... May the forces always be with you... I have hope Kevin, I did not give up, not yet. She's just different; she's unique. " she continued.
"Don't you get it woman! She's defenseless! She has no power to protect herself! She has no force to shield her! Alone she's as good as dead!"

Alone she's as good as dead.

Alone she's as good as dead.

"Alone she's as good as dead!" I woke up, repeating those exact words. I rubbed my eyes finding myself locked again. This time I found myself in a transparent, slippery box. It had the shape of a 3D rhombus where you couldn't sit or stand. I didn't understand how I managed to sleep in such a place. I started thinking about the dream, if it was meant to be a message, a memory or a normal dream with no real aim, but something inside me told me that these dreams were related to my past. The forces, the tattoo, her wrist, may the forces be with you, these clues can certainly mean one thing, the baby is me ! If so, then Kevin is my father, and the mysterious woman is my mother. I resumed what I have learned so far about myself:
-"So am a thirteen year old girl named Ruby who was captured and held prisoner in a place called lalaland. I have this weird tattoo on my hand which says "May the forces be with you". It's from my mom and dad who's name is Kevin. "

After some time, I discovered that my rhombus was moving. Entering and exiting rooms, it made its way to a long hallway. That was everything I saw before the color of my box turned midnight black.

This instant I kind of lost my mind at the sight of this color which is actually not a color. My eyes burned. How could I resist being surrounded with obscurity again? I started punching the walls of the box not caring about the blood flowing out of my fists. The box started accelerating and the harder I hit its surface the higher its speed would become.

In a matter of seconds, the rhombus reached a dead end and stopped abruptly without even slowing down. My head hit one of its surfaces causing a serious wound. Blood was everywhere. When the door of the sideways elevator flew open, I fell down bumping my head a second time. I screamed in agony. I felt as if my body was being emptied of blood and at the same time someone was stabbing my head with a knife. Dizziness took over my vision, and I patiently waited for my eyes to shut and maybe never open again.

But that did not happen! Pain,pain,pain,pain...it was endless. I rolled on the ground, moaning in the process and laid on the ground facing the ceiling. These creatures that captured me will not watch me bleed to death here. It's not over, well not yet. I'm sure they're enjoying me suffer! "You know what?" I said to myself "let's see how they enjoy me now!".
"HEEEEELLLLLLPPPPPPPP" I screamed with a high pitched, piercing voice.
"HHEEEEEELLLLPPPPP MEEEEEE" I repeated trying to sound as loud and annoying as possible.
I kept on yelling the same phrase on and on until 2 guards appeared. They looked enormous, about double my size. They lifted me from the ground, and all my body parts sobbed in discomfort. Despite the pain, I had a consoling feeling that I was going to heal and that my end wasn't so ... stupid like bumping my head on the walls of a so called elevator and bleed to death. Anyway if I was to die, I am going to die one day. I want my death to be meaningful, matter to someone and if not, well at least make a change in the world, my world, finish what I came here to do in the first place, even if it would cost my life...