Anaphase

Phase XXIV

*yes I changed the cover :)*

Air particles floated around my room, illuminated by the sun.
Warmth radiated off my familiar childhood yellow wallpaper, my small handprints splashed on the wall in different colours.
My ballerina jewellery box sat atop my dresser, the ballerina twirling to a soft familiar tune.
The nostalgia spread a smile across my face as I got up and wandered downstairs.
I had no control, the dream navigating me willingly.
The wallpaper gleamed fresh, no scrapes in the wall.
No webs. No shadows. No despair.
Just warmth and happiness.

Holding onto the stairwell handle bars, I descended step by step.
A pair of familiar eyes met mine, striking in their vibrancy of emerald.
"There you are my flower!" She sang, her voice sprouting a fresh smile that went from my head to my toes.
"Mum?" I heard a little girl say.
Wait. That voice came from me. But that's not my voice?

Suddenly the scene changed. I wasn't looking from a small body but my own at the girl. That dress.
I know that dress.

"What do you say Lil?" Came a mans voice as he entered the room and I almost swallowed my tongue. "Wanna go for a bite?"

"Dad?" I breathed.
He launched the girl up, spinning her around in his arms, a wide grin across his face. He was younger. Happier.
The woman giggled along with her daughter, looking at the pair like they were the most precious gift to the world.
He returned her gaze and for a few seconds time seemed to stand still as they shared a passionate exchange.
"Let me go grab my coat I'll be right back," said mum as she started jogging up the stairs.
With tears almost blinding my vision I chased after her not willing to let her out of my sight.
As I ran past the younger me gazed at me with wide eyes.
"What are you looking at babygirl?" Came Dads voice drowning out as I ran up the stairs.
Just as I reached the top I looked back at the two.
A single, emotion packed tear slid down my cheek.
He held her so tenderly with a large loving smile plastered in his features. Anyone else would never have thought he could ever harm her.

Anyone else would've been wrong.

A slight sob escaped my cheek.
'That's what it should've stayed like,' I thought.

The dream followed Mother, no less than a metre behind.
The mood had changed.

She was crying when she turned, panic evident all across her features.
"Quick!" She screamed as she stuffed clothes and loose objects into a nighter bag.
"We must go!"

She was looking at me now.
"What are you still doing here?! Get out! They are coming for you! They want to use you! You can't let them have you! Stay with Deme-"

Her sentence was cut short as the ground beneath her cracked. She screamed a piercing cry as the ground swallowed her body.
"Mum!" I screamed, frantic tears flying behind me as I sprinted to the edge of the hole.

Her body fell getting smaller and smaller into pitch black darkness, her arms outstretched towards me.

Her head fell back and her eyes rolled to the heavens before she disappeared. No. Her eyes didn't roll to the heavens but to hell.