SECRETS AND ALL

Chapter one (who is HIM?)

"Reality is never as bad as a nightmare, as the mental tortures we inflicts to ourselves"

-Sammy Davis Jr.

Tam's POV

I sigh as I stare at my parents life- size oil painting, when I was younger I have to look up or jump up and down just to look at the upper part of this master piece but now, they are on my eye level, I look at my mother's light amethyst eyes staring directly at me, it shows tenderness and happiness that whoever stare at their depths would also smile, her purple-red hair was tied tightly into a bun, she's wearing one of her flowing silky robe that hides her pearly skin but outlining her curves, and hugging my laughing father on the side. My gaze shift to my father's laughing face, his deep green eyes crinkle as he laugh, his brown hair combed neatly into the back of his head. His one hand was on his pocket while the other one was also hugging my mother. This is such a very happy portrait, and this was made two years before I made an appearance into this wonderfully cruel world. My hand reaches up as I touch my parents face.

"I miss you dada, momma.." my voice crocked because of unshed tears.

How I wish I can still hear my mother's comforting voice when I wake up still afraid on those monsters chasing my peaceful sleep, or feeling my father's warm embrace as he assures me that he will fight my bad dreams for me. There are many things I wish could still happen not just on my dreams but also in reality. I am more than willing to give up all that I have just to be with them.

Its been ten years since they were forcefully taken by death, ten years but still it feels like yesterday, I can still hear the frantic shouting of my father's men as they warn us that the enemies manage to break my father's tight security. How they manage to break the tall and thick wall that surrounded our house and those wire bound to electrocute those who trespass and the spell that my father made bound to kill anyone unwanted is still a wonder for me. Those enemies manage to break our house, kill my mother and father and leave without a trace just before the sun shines.

I close my eyes tightly, my anger surfacing again, you see, my mother is not a normal beautiful woman as she act that she is, she was a knightmare. What is that? I still don't know, she died after her confession why we are bound to be hunted. My father told me that my mother was the strongest woman he ever met. I thought it was one of those chessy line he always pull around my mother, but that night prove me wrong, I can still remember how my mother's eyes brighten into pure violet fire, hair turns to pure red and longer while she fight those invincible enemies. I am still remembering when I thought I was just dreaming. But when they slowly killed by those monsters, how they bleed in front of me, I know I am not dreaming no more. But there was still missing puzzle into that night, why those monster spare my life? Why they didn't kill me after watching my parents die in front of me? And lastly.. why do I always dream about my bleeding mother asking me to find him? Who is HIM?

I felt my body tremble for this emotions I am feeling, I'm about to remove my hand when I hear someone spoke,

"Miss Tamara, why are you still up?" I hear Mrs. Jones soft cooing voice behind my back, she's one of the few trusted person who can come in this isolated part of the house.

"Why are you here Helen?" I ask back, still not facing her.

"I hear you Miss..." she sounds ashamed because she heared me, I sighed and faced her, her worried face makes me want to cry even more.

"Just bad dreams... You should go sleep Helen." I said and started walking out of the office and head to my room.

"What is it this time?"She asked me before I can go out. It stopped me, I know she's asking about my dreams but my dream never change... It's always about those happy moments in my life and it will drastically change into my bleeding mother pleading me to find him... But I don't know who 'him' is.

"It's the same dream. As always." I said and sigh,

"Your dreams are visions or warning Young Miss, it always is, maybe your mother is trying to send you a message through your dreams..." she said, she's right, my dreams are always visions or warnings of an upcoming event, and it never stop or change unless it did happen in reality.

"But this dream is different Helen." I said and face her.

"It is clearly a message from my mother, but I don't know who that man she wanted me to find is! My dream always ends when she says 'find him.' How can I decipher that message?" I ask, my frustrations surfacing.

"Maybe because you woke up..." she said almost like a question, by brows furrow,

"What?" I asked her silently.

"Maybe it's because you always woke up before you hear the rest of what she really want to say?" she asked me. But it made me think, she is right, I always force myself to wake up every time the happy dreams change into that bloody scenario.

"Try to fight your fears and stay in your dream a little longer next time Young Miss, maybe you'd find answers next time." She said suggestively but I just nod and walk out. I'll try...

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A/N: hard draft. please continue reading... i promise it gets better. i hope. :)