I saw it in a dream

Chapter 8

How do you compete a metal sword with a wooden spoon? You can't. As I sit in the kitchen eating my soup, contemplating life itself, I get a brilliant idea. Then I analyze the data I have to find that the statistics of my survival are slim. There's a guard standing not too far away from me, a sword at his hip. Not a prisoner, huh? Maybe if I... No that won't work. But if I could just... That won't work either. There's no use trying anymore, I'm clearly going to be here forever. And I had a math test today, too. The soup isn't bad, I'll give them that. A bit watery and flavourless but not bad indeed. When I'm finished, the guard who was watching over me as I ate escorted me back to my room. It was fairly plain but it was nice because all my stuff was there. Then I see it. By "it" I mean a framed picture on the mantel of the fireplace that is set on the north side of my room. He has orange hair, just like me. Freckles cover his face and his nose is slightly too big for his face. Also features I take after him. It's a picture of my father. I don't talk about him much and I realize now I haven't talked about myself much either. I'm a good size for my age and I have natural orange hair. Also, freckles. Lots of freckles. I knew him. I remember my fifth birthday with him, when he took me to the zoo and a giraffe ate his hat. I also remember the day he disappeared. That's when the dreams and visions became more frequent. He tucked me in Christmas Eve. Then Christmas morning when I ran into my parents room to wake them up, I found my mom sitting in bed weeping and my dads side of the bed empty. We never found out what happened to him. It's kind of a mystery. Ever since then though I've been trying to vision were he is. With no luck.
"Hello, Clarissa."
His voice. It sounds so familiar. I turn around quickly to face the man behind me. The man I lost so long ago. I can't breath. Then I can't see. I feel myself falling to the ground, a dream coming on now stronger then ever.
"Clarissa!" I hear the man say. I feel sturdy arms wrap around me and then I'm completely out of conscious.

"Hello Clarissa. Where to now?"
The man standing in front of me has long, slender legs and pointy ears. He's wearing the same grey and green shirt as before. The last time I saw him was at a crime scene standing over a brunette girl with her heart in his hand. It occurs to me that this is also the man that escorted me through the cave/hallway with pictures from a wedding. I hadn't recognized him because I'd been so confused as to whether I was in a dream or not.
"You- you killed that girl!"
He smiles cruelly and it sends a shiver down my spine.
"Clarissa, I asked you a question."
"W-what? You did?"
"Where to now?"
At first I stare at the man, scared and confused. Then it dawns on me. The one place I would rather be then any other place.
"Take me to my mother."