Not What She Seems

Another Dream=Another Miracle

  For special purposes, the usual bolded text before the chapter followed by asterisks will, for this chapter, not be told in bold. The regular chapter will also not be bolded. The reason it wasn't there in the first dream chapter is for you to find out 🙂. Thank you for reading this, sorry for the inconvenience.
  —Author
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  "I want to see her." the man commanded. The 18-year-old laid there, limp and unconscious. The hospital staff immediately cleared the room.
  "Don't die, please. You're full of so much potential. You have so much left to do." the man said, brushing the hair away from the teen's eyes. The main picked up the teen's right hand and saw the lion there and fading. He picked up the teen's left hand and saw the lamb there, also fading. This was bad. This meant she was dying. The lamb started to fade quicker, now barely visible. He frowned.
"I won't let you die. I will fix you with a little experimenting. I will save you, daughter. I promise." the man promised.
"I am a man of my word." the man added.

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****Avarra
It's black. Pitch black. All of a sudden, I see a person. A woman, specifically. As I get closer to her, I realize she couldn't completely pass for a woman in the real world, but could count as a woman in court and get adult charges. Then, it smacks me in the face. I am still like five yards away when I recognize her face, or really more of my face. It can't be, she's dead though. This woman—I mean, teen—is Mavaro, my dead sister. My dead identical twin sister, to be exact.
"It can't be..." I say in shock.
"Avarra. Avarra it's been so long. How are you? How did you get here?" Mavaro asks.
"I...don't know. A dream, perhaps." I say.
"I miss all of you so much." Mavaro says, tears coming to her eyes. Mavaro's appearance hasn't changed since she died. The only thing different now is that she's faded, probably to represent she's dead.
"I want you back, I miss you." I say next, tears now coming to my eyes. I try to extend my arms out to hug her.
"No, Avarra, don't touch me. You'll start to fade too, and eventually die and be faded like me." Mavaro warns me.
"I don't care. I want to be with you. Or at least touch you." I say, grabbing her and hugging her. She hugs me back and I feel the tears drip down on the back of my shirt.
"Avarra..." she says, pulling away. I look at her now. She is no longer faded, she is now developing a more solid look. Eventually, she's solid like me. I look at myself. I am not faded, what happened?
"What...did you do? Avarra, you're the first person who's did this to me. Yavara had this dream before, and even she didn't manage to do this to me." Mavaro says, amazed.
"And that's why she's a host for you?" I ask.
"How...." Mavaro says, shocked I figured it out so quickly.
"Don't you think I've noticed? Over the years, she's acted quite...peculiar. In some particular situations, she sounded different, she sounded more like you than usual. When that happened for the third time, I started to pay more attention. The next time it occurred, I noticed her eyes were different. They were a deep green, much like yours." I state.
"That's not just enough." Mavaro says, wanting more evidence.
"Ok then. But the same situation occurred yesterday. You took over, when she woke up, she didn't know where she was. As soon as you gave her control again, she asked herself why she said that, like she was totally conscious of what just happened, which is weird. Also, when Yavara was training for a match at home, I walked in to ask her a question and didn't hear me walk in, while she was training, she kicked the punching bag and performed a kick which only you used. It was your signature kick, and I never taught her that. From then on, she's been using that as a surprise kick, just like you did." I state again.
"Fine. It's true. I've been using her as a host. I was there when she had the dream that gave her the lion and lamb on her hands. I've been able to use her as a host from then on." Mavaro explains.
"I have a question for you though. What do you mean it's different from when it usually happens?" Mavaro asks.
"I'm a host for mother. Father found out, said it wasn't natural, said I wasn't supposed to be like this." I confess. I don't tell her anything else. I don't want her to be afraid of me.
"Avarra...we can't talk any longer. You're about to wake up in....what is now forty-five seconds. Just remember: I love you. I hope you've been keeping your promise. Also, there's something different about you, you're special. Now, wake up." Mavaro says, and that's the last thing I hear before I wake up.
I wake up and realize I'm at father's. I spring out of bed and throw on some clothes so I'm not in pjs. I freshen up and immediately dart out of the room and come across my father.
"You're—" I cut him off.
"Mavaro. She's awake. She's alive." I say quickly. Father looks at me surprised.
"Sweetheart, Mavaro is—" he's cut off again.
"Alive and awake, sir. I was just walking past her examination room when she moved a little, and then completely took off the blanket that was placed over here. She has no idea where she is." one of the nurses say while trying to gather their energy back up. Behind her, someone lightly pushes her to the side, and she moves to make it easier for the person. Behind her stands Mavaro. Mavaro runs and hugs father.
"I've missed you. I've missed all of you." Mavaro says as tears flow down her cheeks and pulls away from dad. She immediately runs to hug me.
"You! I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you—my little frappé." Mavaro says, squeezing me so hard all blood circulation stops at the lower half of my body.
"Stop calling me that, latte." I say, pulling away from her hug with tears streaming down my face too.
"We need to talk." I say, pulling Mavaro into another room.
"What?" Mavaro asks.
"Are you guys still mad at each other? You and Aymara." Mavaro asks. I tip her off by not answering.
"You guys are still mad at each other!" Mavaro exclaims.
"Only Aymara, possibly. We haven't talked since then." I respond.
"I kept my promise. She's yours now." I say.
"No, she isn't. She will never be mine, not anymore." Mavaro says, sad.
"What...do you mean?" I ask.
"Avarra, I died when she was 5 months old. Not even a year old! Not even 6 months old! I only had her in my care for five measly months, while you've had her for 15 years. Avarra, I don't know anything about her besides the fact that she has hazel eyes, dark red hair and a smile that'll make you feel so happy too. I don't even know stuff like her favorite color, food, or drink!" Mavaro exclaims.
"Navy blue, tacos, and root beer." I say.
"See! Look! You know all those things and I didn't know a thing! A real mother would know all those things. A real mother would be able to protect her child. I would fail at protecting her before I even get a chance. On the other hand, you wouldn't. You've protected her all these years, you've cared for her all these years. Guess what I did? Nothing! Absolutely nothing! Avarra, why would I take her from you? You've been with her for so long!" Mavaro reasons. I swallow. It's true. It's all true
"A child should always be with their real parents or parent." I say, defending myself.
"Well why isn't Carmen with Rimone?" Mavaro asks me, curious. I don't respond.
"Exactly." she says.
"We could always tell her. Let her choose." I suggest, sniffing to avoid crying again.
"Absolutely not." Mavaro quickly answers.
"I'm not going to make her decide to either stay with the woman who's raised her for practically her whole life or go with her real mother, that's too hard of a choice. What am I going to do for her that's good? Absolutely nothing, because I don't know how to help her." Mavaro adds.
"You could learn." I remark.
"Yeah because I should learn what my 15-year-old daughter wants and try and catch up on her whole life. Because that makes total sense." Mavaro argues back.
"Well I don't know then!" I exclaim.
  "Avarra, you've been there for her! Why don't you just accept it! Clearly you're her mother! Trust me, I love her so much, not even words could describe how much I love her, she's special too, but as much as I'd love to raise her, I don't know anything about her and if I truly love her I need to do what I think is best for her. I really do care, I'm not trying to shove it all on you. I really do want to protect her." Mavaro snaps back.
  "Fine, but I can't just let her think you're still dead and you don't show up. How about I don't tell her unless you want me to, and occasionally we'll switch places and you can see her for yourself." I suggest.
  "Sure." Mavaro agrees.
  "Happy you're on board. Your first switch is right now." I say with a smirk.