Waking up in that dark shell again was hard. Emptiness that's what actually defined it, my second life which I experienced every night even though I was sure none of this was true. And here I am standing in this lonely place once more, with no other soul in sight except me (of course) who could guide me and for once help me out of this. There was no point of walking through that deep dark tunnel of nothingness, so I did the one thing my brain processed and told me to do, to lie down. Lying in the gloomy place the wind rid me off the perspiration which kept appearing on my arms and legs. My denim shorts, though they were a bit tight did not suffocate my legs to death. They made my food deprived pale legs also evident but I had stopped caring about my looks a while ago. And let me tell you it was a long while ago from now.
Swimming in and out of my thoughts, I never noticed when a small beam of light lit up the whole place. It became evident only, when it had technically blinded me and I had to squint really hard to see anything. Even my hand acting as a shield wasn't enough to block the strong throw of light attacking my face. A figure walked towards me dressed in a long flowy, silky night gown. The figure looked somewhat familiar but it was hard for me to recognize due to the strong light.
The rate of my thoughts by now had increased so much that before I could stop them they were stumbling out of my horrified mouth.
"Oh my god, am I dead? Is this heaven? No, this can't be heaven because heaven is filled with all the goody stuff and this place is a big black dungeon.
Oh no, I am in hell...... Why god! Why? What had I done to you? Was my karma so bad?" And before I knew it, I was beating the floor with both of my hands and bawling my eyes out.
The figure just looked at me and chuckled. Hey that was rude, here I am stuck in hell and this person is laughing at me. It was hard to look directly at the figure due to the intensity of the light. Even a hospital room is not as bright as this place. I could already feel a headache forming as I tried to ease my crying and give that person a piece of my mind.
The lights dimmed and only then did the intricate linings of the familiar face come into view. The woman looked an older version of me, the same long nose, those brown eyes and the same chestnut brown hair.
"Mum, is that really you?"
"Yes darling it's me, I am so happy to see you again." She gave me her beautiful rosy smile which could light up anyone's bad day.
"I have missed you a lot. Why do you always leave me like this, stranded in the middle of nowhere. I want you and dad to come back to me, please."
I pleaded with tear filled eyes. I just wanted her to come back and never leave me."You know Aiyana, that's not possible. Everybody has to go one day, the only difference is that for some people it's a bit sooner than the others."
"If this is such a hard favour for you, then tell me why do you always keep showing up in my dreams, make it even more harder to forget you. My heart grieves every single day. I get so lonely sometimes that I don't even have the desire to live anymore. Aunt Shimona treats me as garbage and she feels that she can do whatever she wants with me. I have no say in anything and do you really expect that somebody would listen to me, because I am sorry to disappoint you, but nobody will." By the end of my rambling a dam had been released from my eyes and I was literally shouting at mum, something which I never expected to do.
"Shhh, it's okay sweetie." Mom came forward, sat beside me and enveloped me in her arms. "I know all of this is very hard for you but trust me slowly your luck will turn and all of this will end. Just don't cry, okay."
I sniffled and wiped my eyes and nose with the back of my hand. She kept on cradling me until I calmed and composed myself. "And to answer your question-" she continued "- I keep on showing up in your dreams because me and your father has some thing special to give you. A gift which is not known by many people not even your aunt and uncle. We did not plan on giving it to you so early, but I guess you are ready now."
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Timebound(on Hold)
FantasyAiyana's parents are dead and she is not able to get over it. One night she has a dream about them in which she finds some secrets. The secrets take her on different adventures but one such adventure becomes a time stopping disaster