Dream for the Dead (Completed/Editing)

47 - Darkness

"What?" I stood, feeling completely fine and...alive. I was in the darkness I used to go to when I was watching the death scenes.
"But: I'm dead. Aren't I?" I asked into the nothingness.
"Yes." Analetta appeared before me, startling me. "You are. You're in the waiting room."
"I hope I get to stay at the Manor." I plopped myself onto the floor.
"How did it feel?" Analetta grinned.
"Terrible. It was so painful...like an extreme sting. Then suffocation." I rubbed my throat. "I don't know how to explain it. It was horrible."
"They never know how to explain it. I guess I'll never understand." She shrugged. "Ah, thank you, by the way. You've been a great help. I knew you wouldn't disappoint me."
There was a moment of uncomfortable silence.
"How long will it be?"
"It may be a while. You could ask me some questions you have, if you like?"
I sighed. "You called me brave. I'm not brave at all."
"Why is that?" Analetta looked puzzled, sitting down beside me.
"I was never brave enough to tell Seth how I feel." I looked at her. "Analetta, please, if I end up somewhere else-" my voice began to break, "-tell Seth how I feel. How I'll always feel."
"You expect me to be sympathetic, no?"
"You said you feel compassion sometimes. I'm never going to see them again." I pressed my head into my knees. "Please, look after Mum."
"I shall. Don't worry."
"Letta." I wiped the tears from under my eyes.
"Yes, mi dulce?"
"There's one thing that's been bothering me. Samantha...where was she?"
Analetta chuckled, and I narrowed my eyes. "Your Mother had to find out about your Father's actions somehow. Samantha was off doing some work for me."
"But...what about before I was born?"
Analetta took a deep breath. "You pay attention to every single detail, don't you? Part of her work for me was searching for Saviour candidates." She smiled, nostalgia in her eyes. "And she found your Mamá, thinking she could be the Saviour. She was wrong, but of course, it led me to you."
We both turned to look in front of us when a blinding white light appeared. It was a tiny ball of light at first, but it grew and grew, making me close my eyes and hold my arm up as shade.
"Ah - I must leave. And so must you. Good luck, Tabitha; I wish you well. I really mean that."