Dreams (On Hold)

The Lady

Author's note:
The picture above is of Jackson Merendez.

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Its dark. Dark everywhere. It took me some time to adjust to the darkness and see my surroundings.

I was standing in a long hallway. The walls were completely black with occational spots of red liquid.

Please tell me this isn't blood! I winced at the thought of it being blood. I slowly started walking along the hallway wondering what place it was.

What is this place? And how the hell did I get here? How am I going to go back? Is this some kind of dream? I thought.

Suddenly I heard a sob coming from my left. I stiffened at the sound, afraid to find another soul in this place with me. The appearance of this place was scary enough to describe the owner. I turned towards my left, trying to find the source of the sound. It was then when I realised that there were numerous cells lined one after the other, each having a person who looked half dead. And who knows, maybe they are dead. I shuddered at the thought.

I heard the sob come again. It was coming from a lady in a cell. She was probably in her early forties. She sat with her back glued to the wall and knees close to the chest. Her head was tilted back, touching the wall. And, her eyes were closed.

She was wearing a violet night gown. A shade similar to my locket! I realized. Her auburn, long and curly hair were flowing freely down her shoulders. Although she had a neat appearance, there was something disturbing about her. The more I observed this lady, the more I felt like I knew her from somewhere. And, the more I tried to remember her, the more my head ached.

"Lord, save my daughter!" The lady whispered. Her voice was quivering with fear and despair. Slowly, she opened her eyes to reveal her beautiful gray orbs. She sighed. I didn't realise it, but soon I found myself walking towards her cell.

I don't know why, but I felt a connection with this lady. A strong connection. Just when I was about to ask her if she was alright, the lights of this place turned on and forced my eyes to shut. I stepped back from the cell and blinked rapidly to get used to the brightness.

When I opened my eyes I saw a man -- no, wait -- it was Mr. Blackwood. My eyes were wide open and my eyebrows were raised so high in surprise, that I was sure they were going to fly off my forehead. I simply gaped at him as he made his way into the lady's cell.

The lady panicked at his sight. She shifted backwards into the corner of her room. Fear evident in her eyes. I found myself pitying her.

"Where is she?" Mr. Blackwood said -- or more like barked.

"I-I don't know." The lady stammered.

Mr. Blackwoods narrowed his eyes while saying, "Don't force me to torture you. Just answer me already." He said in a low, threatening voice. The same voice he used when he warned me and Jackson.

"I. Don't. Know!" The lady yelled at his face.

This proved to be the last straw for him and while pulling her hair behind her, he made her stand up. "If you tell me where you hid her, I will let her stay alive. But if I find her on my own, she shall be tortured to death." He said. "In front of your eyes. And you will be responsible for your beloved daughter's death." He added. The lady closed her eyes and took deep breaths. Her face was wet with tears flowing down her cheeks continuously.

Suddenly, I felt something salty in my mouth. I touched my mouth to realise that I had been crying.

What? This lady is no one to me! Why should I care. Why am I feeling a pang in my heart when she is being tortured? A sudden flow of emotions swept throughout my body. I was angry, anxious, sad, depressed and sympathetic all at once.

All of a sudden, my blue eyes met the lady's gray ones. She looked straight at me. I was about to give her a sympathetic expression but in an instant my vision blurred. At first I thought it was because of the tears. But then, I felt myself loosing my consciousness. Then I fell to the floor.

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Author's note:

So here comes my chapter 6. I am sorry for not updating it for too long.

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~Somi