The Blood We Shed

Chapter 6 - Daisy

I couldn't open my eyes, and I felt like I was floating in absolute nothingness, all alone with my thoughts. I started to lose consciousness after...I didn't know. All I remembered was running to a bus stop, out of breath, and suffocating from a large intake of carbon.

What happened? Why was I here? Why was I feeling this way? Did I die? Am I dying? I hated being clueless.

I slipped into a dream without consent and couldn't feel my body anymore. I felt like I slipped away from my body, and I was just made up from my psychotic mind. I found myself in a house that had two floors and looked pretty cozy and like an organized chaos.

I saw a brunette baby girl with pigtails and a pink onesie, crawling somewhere I couldn't clearly see. She was struggling, and I could tell that because her baby hands occasionally gave out and let her stumble. She never appeared to get hurt, though. She eventually arrived in the living room, face-to-face with the fireplace.

Deep down, I felt like I recognized this place. But I couldn't remember where it came from. If only I knew.

The fireplace was ignited, flames crackling inside. It was held back behind a layer of thick glass. The baby grabbed one of the knobs on the glass and pulled. I wanted to yell, "No! Stop!", and take the baby to her crib, but I couldn't. I was barely solid. I felt like strands of gossamer were holding me together, and almost like a spirit that was not supposed to exist.

The baby then put her hand inside the fireplace, and I flinched, trying not to look, but everything I covered my eyes with was transparent. Even my spiritual eyelids. The baby was perfectly fine, but her parents thought differently.

They rushed over to the scene in fear, and a man, the baby's dad I guessed, scooped up his daughter as quickly as he could. The woman next to him was fair, and she looked like a nice person. She was probably the baby's mom. She frantically inspected her baby's hands and arms, checking for burns.

She suddenly gasped and I noticed her brush her finger across the baby's upper back. The dad gasped as well when he saw the place where the mom's finger was. I wanted to see what they were so shocked about, but it seemed impossible to move, and they gave no hints on what they were seeing.

I waited for something to happen. I closed my eyes and opened them again to reveal city streets with scattered pedestrians throughout  them.

A sign said, NASHVILLE INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT ON THE NEXT RIGHT, so this must've been Nashville, Tennessee. If I recall correctly, that was the state below Kentucky. I didn't know how I knew about that, though. I never paid attention to maps.

A small girl who looked about eight was roaming around with a backpack and clean clothes on. She looked a lot like me, except for the tanner skin and her long hair. I always had mine shoulder length, not down to the small of my back.

She looked lost and seemed to be looking for something. She took off her backpack and took out a picture from inside.

"Kev...when are you coming? It's been so long..."

Who was Kev? Who was this girl? I found my view closer to the picture and took a quick look. There was a family in front of some waterfalls, which I assumed were Niagara Falls. There was a baby in a woman's arms, smiling and kicking her feet, which had pink socks on them to match her pink overalls. The woman looked pretty but in a weird, villainy way.