Eye Of The Beholder

Boogie Wonderland

CPOV

I can hear the birds singing gentle songs, while the creek nearby runs. The sun keeps my skin warm. Shadows dancing on my face. All is well. That is until the once soft voice singing turned into blood curdling screams. I try to get up. But I can't. I'm completely frozen. I can't so much as open my eyes. The screams are getting worse. I can't help her. Her? Why can't I get up? I have to save her! Please let me save her! God please! She doesn't deserve this!

I keep struggling against my own body trying, willing it to move. Flinch even. I can feel my chest tightening, my breathing becoming more erratic by the second. Just as I am able to open my eyes all I see when I look towards the scream. Tears blurring my version. It was her, Celeste. Just like the day I saw her right before the explosion. But this time she saw me. The pillars of the Terra Blanka arena began to grow from the ground up. They made her look so small and alone. You could see the surge of pure energy envelop her, so slowly. I could see every inch of fear and pain as it ate her. Once she was engulfed completely, the explosion came at me full speed. I shot up from my bed in a cold sweat.

"What was that?!" I stare at my hands trying to make ends of why I had that dream again. The last time I dreamed of Celeste was maybe two years ago. Dragging my hands over my face trying to clear my head I finally looked around, seeing if I could see what time it was. I looked to my left and saw not my alarm clock but a vase filled with fresh flowers. Right, Babs house. Just then her cat Jello jumped onto my lap. His big yellow eyes staring at me. Lemon Jello Babs called him. She found him under the bug one rainy day. Hurt from a fight we thought. He had lost part of his ear, made it look like one was floppy.

"Ah sorry Jello, did I make you worry?" I said with a large sigh. You could clearly tell Jello was not having it. As he only glared at me, more than likely due to the fact I woke him up. He probably thinks you're being dramatic. He's not wrong but still.

"Oh shut up" I scuffed at him. I gently pushed his head away. He only let out an annoyed meow and jumped back to his perch atop the bookcase in the room. Told Babs cats aren't for me. I respect them from a distance, little demons.

Looking around the care she took for her mother's home was unlike any other. She not only took the crumbling house. But made it a home again. She fixed it by self, well with some help from Christian and me. The love and passion she has for her mother's things. I think she does it because it's her way of feeling connected to her. Truly something I wish I could have with my own.

Fresh flowers, mints on the pillows, a bowl of hard candy, and fresh towels but no alarm clock. Great. I tie my hair out of my face. And I walked over to my charging phone. The bright screen hitting my eyes like sun rays. Once my eyes adjusted to the bright screen I saw that it was 3:33 am. Just my luck. I knew going back to sleep wasn't an option.

I hadn't had that dream for at least 5 years... Why now? Maybe because I saw the photo with Celeste? No that wasn't her. I mean there's no way she survived that blast. And even if she did she wouldn't have left me in that house, with her. I shook my head trying to not think about it too much as that always leads me down a dark path.

I need to get out of here. I quickly change clothes. Dante's clothes were a little bit too big for me but it worked. He bulked down a lot. The man was like a brick wall. I wonder why? I tried to make breakfast as quietly as possible, I can't just stay the night and leave without doing something. I made extra, knowing full well Dante will eat her food if there was only enough for one. And knowing her she would fight him. I know she's protective of her food but if Dante is the one taking it. She would murder him. Can't give her a reason to kill Xaviers only son now can I? ...She needs to let go of the past. Dante had his reasons for doing what he did. I understood why, I may not have liked it at the time but he had a point.