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Seyeght (Part 20)

TUESDAY MORNING

Amy came down and I closed the windows, afraid she would get cold. She asked me for breakfast and I got her some small, dry cereal. She sat down, very content under the blanket next to me and watching the cartoons. I smiled down at her as she laughed at the image on the screen. Her little pink nightgown was ruffled beyond reason, matching her hair. Her skin was a little tan, due to the recent outside activities with Mom and Dad.

I went into the kitchen to put away my bowl. I turned around and leaned against the sink, looking at the windows and the now-gold sunlight coming through. Amy called for me and I went into the living room. I leaned on the arm of the couch and asked her what she needed. She just called my name again. I repeated myself, and so did she once more. She got up and shuffled past me into the kitchen, calling my name still. I followed her, asking her if she could hear me. She began to get scared, and continued to call my name shakily. I began yelling at her, very scared, that I was there. She broke down, sliding down and sitting cross-legged on the floor and began crying fully. I was afraid as I called her name out more and more, giving in and crying myself. I stood in front of her, crying and screaming at her, and she did the same, calling for me. I tried to get down and hug her, but my arms went right through her. I began shouting that I was there. Over and over again, I screamed that I was right in front of her. I told her I knew that I was there. I sat down in front of her, crying and screaming just like she was.

We stayed there for I don’t know how long. Eventually she fell asleep on the floor, her face tear-stained and her clothes wet. I lay down in front of her, watching her sleep. I ran upstairs to the laptop and looked in the email.

“If you do, you are in danger!” Was still the last message.

“What kind of danger?” It did not take long again.

“People will come for you. There is a price if you want it, or if you agree to learn it.”

“What is the ‘price’?” I thought back to my most recent dream; the one where I was restrained and hot.

“We are not sure, but we know a couple possible theories.”

“Tell me.”

“One is that you become trapped in your mind and go into a comatose state. These are just theories.”

“I don’t care. What is the other?”

“The other is that you become invisible to people. They cannot see you, and you cannot touch them.”

“That one. How do you fix it?”

“Why?”

“I just need to know.”

“What happened?”

“No one can see me. I can’t touch them. How do you fix it?”

“We don’t know.”

“How do you not know? This is impossibly important.”

“How did this happen?”

“I don’t know! I woke up normally and then my sister could not see or hear me, and I could not touch her. I need to know how to fix it!”

“Have you done anything different since you got the letter? Has anything happened?”

“No. Just some nightmares.”

“Dark room, dark-haired woman, light coming out of her eyes, small girl screaming across the room.”

“Yes, but only I was there. How did you know?”

“We had a similar one. But there was no girl?”

“No.”

“Was there anything else?”

                “A third dream, but it was just strange… Not really a nightmare, but frightening.”

“That is important. Give us every detail.”

“I was restrained: I couldn’t move. I was hot; I saw nothing but a bright light. A woman’s voice talked to me, but her voice was raspy as if she didn’t talk much. She asked if I wanted the sIght, and I said yes. She asked if I was sure, and I said yes again. She said I would have to earn it through trials. I agreed and I woke up normally.”

“No… No! You agreed to do the trials! You can’t go back. You have to finish them.”

“What? You mean I can’t fix it!? How long will it last!?”

“It varies. You were not meant to receive the letter. You weren’t ready, you were… random. You cannot be selected at random! Specific people are meant to have it, not anyone. If you want our help, you have to tell us everything. We need to know everything about you.”

“I can’t.”

“If you want this fixed, you have to trust us. We can help, but you need to help us.”