Silent Art

Chapter 3 - Silent Greetings

Heyyyooo! It's Imari here!

Well, I guess you knew that already.....

ANTEYWAYS, I left off, where Mr.Black noticed a female voice walk in.....OOOH!

 But because I love all of you people..... I am not going to start the CHAPTER where I left off....MWAHAHA!

But I bet you already know who the voice was....BECAUSE YOU ALL ARE SMART AF!

So enough with my pointless rambling and off to what you came here for!

Chapter 3 - Silent Greetings

Baila

There she was, moving as graceful as ever. She hadn't missed a single beat, and her moves were flawless. I stared at the beautiful woman dressed in a white ensemble, her shiny brown hair up in a nice neat bun, her perfectly tanned skin, and her soul-searching brown eyes.

Then suddenly, she dropped to the ground. I ran up to her and shook her back and forth frantically.

"Wake up!" No movements. "I said wake up! Don't go!" Salty tears were streaming down my face heavily. I looked down, saw that my hands were now bloody, and screamed until my throat went raw. I looked down again and saw that she was fading. I began to panic.

"No! Don't leave me! No!" I blacked out for a second before I heard a piercing cry. I was now in a hospital room, and she was now laying in a hospital bed. Her heart monitor had gone flat.

"Mom! No! " I shouted as I jolted awake. When I finally calmed down, I noticed I was drenched in a cold sweat; I was having a nightmare. My thoughts were soon interrupted when Carter stumbled into the room holding a baseball bat.

"What!? Who goes there!?" I watched him as he looked around frantically, swinging the baseball bat around shirtless. I couldn't help but to chuckle at the absurdity of the situation.

When he noticed my laughter, he dropped the bat and pouted, "I come in here expecting some big trauma for the reason your shouting bloody murder, only to find you sitting there laughing at me! That is messed up." He said waggling his fingers at me as if he were my mother.

Just thinking of the word mother immediately brought fresh tears to my eyes. Carter in a panic, ran to me hugged me tightly and stroked my hair before he said anything.

"So are you going to tell me why you burst out crying... or is this another lady moment?" He asked trying to make light of the situation. 

I let out a breathy laugh before I answered, "I had a dream again." And just like that, he knew exactly what I meant and began to hug me tighter.

"Wanna tell me about it?" he asked quietly. I shook my head. With that, Carter knew not to bother me about it. I couldn't talk even if I wanted to. Every time I tried to talk about it, I would begin to remember her just lying on her hospital bed motionless. How her tan skin became a pasty white and her hair was ratty. I would remember looking at her, praying that she was going to be fine. The scariest memory was when I heard her heart monitor go flat. It was the worst memory I had of her, but it was the clearest.

After about a good ten minutes of reassuring silence, I dried my eyes and sat up.

"I want to see her." Carter looked at me and raised an eyebrow quizzically.

"Are you sure about that? I mean it is getting dark." He said warily. I sniffed and put on a cheeky smile.

"I'll be fine." I said and shooed him out of my room. The second I slammed the door into his face I heard him stomp his foot childishly.