The Life of Karen (SLOW UPDATING)

Another Nightmare

Chapter 11

I felt myself drifting away. . 

Literally.

My body was emerging from my body. I looked at me on the bed, in a peaceful form, and then I looked myself in the present.

I lifted my hands from my side and turned them around.

They were glittery and transparent. It was like I was a ghost fairy!

Well, probably because I was. . .

I kept floating away, higher and higher, until I reached the breakthrough. My ghost self pushed through, what seemed to be, a layer of clouds.

I suddenly found myself in a dark and dreary room. It had a very cool and hard floor, like rocks.

I kept on blinking, getting my vision used to the darkness.

Finally, I was able to see.

I looked around to find a bare room. There was nothing in it whatsoever. It was only a cold, stone room.

Until . .

Thin, clear images started shimmering into existence.

I could hardly see them, and I doubted they could see me. . .

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"Why did you come?" A scratchy voice demanded.

"I-I needed to see you. . ." another feminine voice said timidly.

I heard an empty hollow thud. .

"Why would you need to see me?!! You vowed to never even think of my name! Remember that??!?!" he snarled.

Another thud. .

"Answer me, Marie!!!"

"I wanted to-to tell you. . " the voice sobbed.

"What!?!" the manly voice screamed.

I saw a beautiful woman, tears streaking down her face. She had fresh bruises on her cheeks, and her messy blonde hair was flying in her face. Her green eyes were full of fear.

"I-I. . ." she raised her face up to look at his.

"I'm sorry. . " she whispered, but then raised her voice, "I can make you happy again!" then her voice lowered again. "Just give me one more chance. . ."

It was silent for a moment. .

And then I saw him.

Margo.

He looked to be about twenty years old with thick curly brown hair.

"You've had enough chances." he whispered hotly.

"No!! No!! Please!!!" The woman screeched.

A crash louder than thunder reined throughout the tiny stone room.

A flash of regret shined in his eyes, but was quickly hardened with hate. He turned, his cape flowing behind him.

She was gone. . .

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I woke up in a cold sweat and a white room. .

Again.

I didn't think I would be dreaming about other people like that. . How is that even possible?? I've never even seen the Margo before!

Maybe it was just that, a dream. It probably meant nothing. .