Ray's Rainbow Camp

Chapter Five, Nightmares And Despairs,

(Warning: There is going to be cursing in this chapter. This chapter was also very hard for me to right. Read it and you'll see what I mean).

Sirena's POV

I awake in an apartment that seems eerily familiar though I know I have never been here before. I am in a bed that's small but warm and cozy, in a room with a wide window that overlooks a wide forest with many trees and wildlife. I am in a starch white nightgown and slippers. I get out of the bed to look out the window and hear a noise. I look at the door and see Phoenix, but older. I then realize I am older as well, taller, and mature. She grins and gives me a big hug. I hug her back, smiling into her chest. She's taller than me and is the most beautiful human being on this planet. 

"I can't believe tomorrow is the day!" She squeals and I pull away.

"The day for what?" I ask. 

She laughs, "The college party we are going to silly!"

"College? We're in college?" I ask her.

She laughs even harder, "Ethier that or I have been overstudying for nothing! Your so funny sometimes Sirena!"

Then she smiles and kisses me. I am shocked at first but then slowly began to enjoy it. Our lips kiss in harmony, tasting each other's tounges and mouths. The world around us burns with firey red passion. Everything in the world seems right until we pull away from the kiss. 

The apartment around us burns, literally. Flames flick in every direction and the air is thick with smoke and ash. I start to panic but Phoenix just smiles at me. The world around us continues to burn. I try to pull Phoenix towards the window, to safety, but she stays still, stoic. She grins to herself, her eyes on mine. 

"Phoenix! This is serious! You need to move!" I yell over the roaring flames around us.

She yells, suddenly starting to panic, "I love yo-"

A single ember catches onto her shirt and she disintegrates to dust. I cry out in mental pain and fall to the floor. The floor disintegrates as well, and I am left floating in an abyss.

The scene around me, of fire and ash, drips away and becomes non-existent. A new scene appears in front of me. It's my brother getting beaten for taking a study break. He just wanted to get a drink of water, and my parents started to slap him. Together my parents beat him to a pulp while I watched helplessly, trying not to cry. They made me watch him as they kicked him, slapped him, and cut open his skin. I curled up into a ball, crying, screaming.

"No, no, no...." I cry out.

These are my worst memories. I am in my worst memories now. The first one wasn't a memory, but now I am taking a trip down memory lane, down the dark twisted alleyway of my mind. My brother screams out in pain, and I watch as my parents push him to the ground. His face is so bloody, you cant make out any of his features. He is hollering in pain, screaming, while I lie in a heap of depression on the floor, knowing I can't do anything to help him. I have tried to stop this kind of anger before, I have tried to stop my parent's outbursts of rage. It always ends up in me getting hurt worse than my brother, then having to sleep in the shed behind our house overnight while my parents anger simmers down.

"YOU CAN'T BECOME A  MATHEMATICIAN IF YOU TAKE STUDY BREAKS YOUNG MAN!" My dad yells and kicks his son in the chest. 

I am watching all of this happen while sitting in a room over, where I'm supposed to be cleaning the already shimmering white marble floor. That's what my parents think I was made to do, clean, clean, nothing but clean! Everything, anything, all day and night I clean. No school, some music, some other necessities, but other than that, clean, clean, clean. My life was all cleaning, never play. My brother's life was all study, never play. Together we were both beaten, bruised, abused, and depressed. I always tried to have a positive outlook, that one-day social services would burst in here and take us away. It never happened.