42. DREAM

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There's nothing in the endless, black room but an old piano. My mother sits beside it, playing high tone, terrifying music, looking like she's daydreaming. She doesn't even glance at the keys, her eyes are focused on the nothingness in front of her. There's a beam of light coming from no where in particular, shining down at her and her instrument. I can't see the walls, the ceiling, even the floor. I'm swallowed by a black hole.
,,Come here Eden." She says quietly, not moving even a single muscle in her body besides the fingers rapidly dancing on the keyboard. When I reach her silently, she still does't look at me.
,,Your paranoia got worse after your sister. We'll have to lock you in." After those words, she finally glances at me. But her eyes are whole black. ,,Why live in horrible world if you can just be dreaming?" 

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