“Dear dear sister, will you ever learn?” A familiar voice opens my eyes. I see someone standing next to me not only that but he holds something that looks vaguely like a knife. I can feel my heart beats faster. No. His eyes glower at me with a vacant expression that stones my heart. His eyes are brown but something about them seems indefinably red. It can't be.
I look around me, blinding white lights and an awkward outfit makes me conclude I’m in a hospital bed. Somehow I can tell it’s a dream. Something off, maybe it’s the slight shimmer of my vision or maybe that's just my headache. He looks at me with the dominance he had as a child. His presence is overpowering, somehow when he was young he was always very strong but it's different here, it feels disturbing.
“Brother….?” I breathe slowly. I try to sit up but my head complains. The bandages wrapped my burns scissors my skin. I can't remember much as to what happened to me but as I see Seth here I know one thing for sure, he is not supposed to be alive. He has been dead and the dead don't come back.
“It’s me my dear,” He says. He had never called me dear before and something else about his voice seems odd like he was raised by Shakespeare.
"What the hell?" I whisper quietly almost to myself. My head aches scanning my eyes around the room the sunlight is bright and cascades orange lights around the white room mixing and swirling like a watercolor painting. This has to be a dream. I can feel the warmth of my skin from the sunlight beneath the dream like the touch of an old friend. Something in me is setting off a alarm but here I feel a uneasy calmness. I need to wake up.
I realize my brother has been waiting for me to say something else so I respond, “What are you waiting for?" He continues his dominating stare; it makes me feel slightly uncomfortable. But why? He's my freakin' brother.
He lowers his eyes finally and stretches his sleeves over his hands like he used to do as a young boy. "Mom would kill you."
"For being alive? I think that's...."
"No moron for stretching your sleeves. You’re not dead...." I stop because it's not true. His eyes light up and I see his emotions light in his eyes to green, Surprise. "You know I mean in here. Everything you see here is a part of me. Even this hospital, I remember cuz' mom died here. But well your dead," I sigh, His blank stare stops me cold. I squint and see something reflect the sun off my brother's waist, a dagger. His clothing seems to be a little too well fitting like how I feel when I see male ice skaters. "Well my imagination is apparently growing I guess." I laugh but he just keeps looking down.
"Are you done being so...." My brother starts with a snarky smart-ass voice but doesn't finish,
"What?"
"Delusional, my dear." He begins, "How do you not see the signs? How do you not see the wolf that hides away right under your nose? Do you not see? Have you been blind? Blinded by sentiment? You know that is but a foolish way to live. You must spread your life out through the cosmos so that you see everything so that god is but a small dot compared to you." He pauses, waiting for a response, and he receives none. He raises his voice, "DO you not see the insanity your living? Am I but talking to the ghost of my sister? Who have you become? A NOBOODY A LONER? You've lost everything and you don't even know what you can do! Your talents are wasted!"
I stare at him the way he says talents sounds so cryptic as if I could bend space and time. "What kind of drugs have I been taking?" What kind of hospital is this?"
My brother sighs heavily, "I will see you around dear sister. Watch out for wolf boy." His vioce takes on a rough edge as if warning me, "And I am real and soon you will see it. You will be bigger than any god could ever be. Goodbye princess."
Before I can respond my vision turns black again.
