The Glassy Sky

CHAPTER THREE: The Sky of Shattered Glass

"Welcome to your Limbo!" Sam said.

As I looked into the surroundings, I believe that Sam might be right. I might be flamboyant when it comes to designing my own reality. As we continue walking, I looked up into the sky, I saw the sky looked dimmed for there's a lot of clouds that looks like It's going to rain soon. And I've also noticed that the sky is shattered like a glass and its shards falling slowly like a snow on December. It's very weird to see that the sky is broken into million pieces, I don't know what happened to my world, but it sure is in such a serious situation. "What happened here?" I asked. "The demon destroyed the dream world and the damages distorted your own limbo." Sam said. That might probably be the reason why the sky is shattered to million pieces like a glass.

What strike me in this place is the modern style hut in the middle of the mountain view, as if it was designed in a futuristic era. A giant tree on its side, with a swing that swings when the air breezes. The trees are with flowers blossoming with bright yellow light as if fireflies are growing on the tree itself. Not only that, but also the flowers from this mountain side have different array of light displays. As the wind blows, it became cold like spring. "We need to find shelter, Zack." Sam said, "I think we need to go inside the house."

"Why?" I inquired, "We don't know if someone's there."

"Yeah, that's the only choice that we have since it's about to rain." And he's right, it began raining, then we ran as fast as we could to reach the hut for the shelter. We knocked on the door to know if someone's there, but no one's there to open the door for us. The rain becomes a storm and we now need fire to warm ourselves. "Why are you knocking?" Sam asked, "This is your own reality, so why bother?" He's right, I don't know what I was thinking. We went inside, and sat for a moment in the black sofa near the fire place. It was warm and comfortable, but I can't help but noticed that there's some plates on the table. "Sam!" I called.

"What is it?" He asked.

"I think someone's here."

"Why do you think so?"

"Just look at the table, the candles are lit and there's water with fresh ice in it." Then a few moments later, we noticed that someone's walking in the kitchen. "We need to run," Sam said.

"No, we're not running." I said, "We're facing this, whoever may come."

"That could be the demon, you know?" He became suspicious. And I believe him, but a part of me wanted to stay and check whoever it may be. Then a few moments later, we saw a woman wearing a green dress, and she looks like she was in her thirties. With her strawberry blonde hair tied in the back and eyes that looks like it was drawn like a cat, and irises as blue as the sea. I can't help but feel comfort seeing her here. "Why isn't it my boys?" She said. "Why are you both wet?" I can't help but notice that Sam is stunt and his hands are shaking, as if he saw a ghost. "What's wrong?" I asked Sam. "That's mother." He said, whispering. "Why is she here?"

"I don't know, but why are you afraid of her?" I asked.

"She's already dead." She tilts her head and asked, "What's wrong?" She said.

"Nothing," Sam said. "There's nothing wrong." She tilted her head towards me and said, "Zack, are you here to retrieve your memory?" She asked.

"Yes, I'm here to get my memories back." I looked at Sam and said, "Let's just play along with it."

"I see," Mother said. "Then you must eat."

"Why do we need to eat?" Sam said.

"Because these are his memories with me." She said, "I cooked it just in time to add the seasonings." We sat on the table and we saw that she prepared a dish for both of us. Mine was Italian carbonara with sweet basil and lots of parmesan cheese, and Sam got a Lasagna. "These are both of your favorite dish when you were younger." Mother said. So we started eating, then I realized that the food taste like rotten treats. "Why does it taste bad?" I asked.

"Because memories aren't supposed to taste sweet." She said.

"You don't have to eat it if you don't want to," Sam said, "we can retrieve your memories in a different way."

"I believe this is the only way, Sam." Mother said, "You have to eat, Zack." I did what she said, and it taste rotten even though it's hot and fresh. It's bitter, sweet and sour at the same time. I can't help it, I began to puke, then my head hurts. My head feels like the thoughts are crashing through me, and I fainted. "Zack!" Sam asked, "What's wrong?"

"I know you're playing tricks with us!" Sam said.

"No, I'm not, I'm just simply helping him retrieve his memory that he hid from me."

"I know you're planning something sinister."

"Like what I said, I'm not. I may not be the mother that you remember, but you must know that I care about both of you."

"Then care to explain, why he fainted just now?"

"That's because the memories that he hid from me are the very first memories that he has. That's only a fragment of what he hid, but as he retrieves it, it becomes painful at first but he'll get used to it." Then I woke up after I fainted for a few minutes. "What happened?" I asked.

"You fainted," Sam said, while being shocked. "What do you remember?"

"I do remember things like when we were younger." I said, "We used to play in the garden."

"That's all?"

"Yup." Of course, I didn't want to shock him, now that I know what we're after, we need to retrieve the pieces of the puzzle so that we can destroy that demon once and for all. We stood up and said goodbye to our mother, then the rain stopped and it's the perfect time to move. "Where are we heading now?" Sam asked. "To the church." I said.