With a mission to complete and her life on the line, Agent Greene enters the world of mafia disguised as a part of the inner circle. The mission becomes more complicated with a person watching her and another always grabbing her attention.
A connec...
She continued to drop into an endless abyss. Her eyes were open, but she couldn't see anything. She was awake, but she didn't feel like it. It was simply darkness and the sensation of dropping.
Oh, I'm dying, was her first sane thought.
She continued to fall, and the dark became darker.
Teresa unthinkingly closed her eyes. When she next opened them, she wasn't in the dark at all.
The brightness captivating her surroundings made her squinch her eyes. After she got used to the light, she saw that she was in a playground. And not alone.
Everything was a daze. She didn't have any control over her body nor her emotions. She didn't even think this was true anymore. It was like entering a dream that wasn't hers. Like a parasite. Teresa thought she had walked right into a stream of someone else's memories. Yet it felt closely hers.
"Cinereal catch!" a man, hidden by sunlight, shouted.
Teresa raised her arms and caught the ball that spun into her grasp. Victoriously, she giggled.
"Daddy I caught!" she yelled.
It was her voice indeed and yet so child-like. So thin and small.
"Throw it back," the man beckoned at him.
Teresa threw the ball, but it never reached the man. It disappeared in mid-air. The playground morphed into a room where two adults stood before her.
"Daddy don't leave!" she screamed.
"Sorry love, I have to," the man said, his voice slightly distorted.
The man, still unclear, hugged and kissed her on the cheeks tenderly. A warm sensation of safety and comfort passed through Teresa. She was sad, but her conscious self didn't understand why.
She couldn't see anyone's face. It looked as if both the adults had their faces with a caul. It was creepy to look at them that way.
She saw the blurry figure of the man leave the room. He stopped and looked at the other person who was a woman now that she paid attention.
He said something that Teresa couldn't well decipher. His words went in and out of focus. She barely caught on to what he said.
Just like that, the image slide shifted. She was once again standing in the garden. A garden which seemed vaguely familiar to the one she had dreams about. It was only more vivid this time.
She was held by the arm, by someone strong. It was dark around, and she was terrified. It was a horrible feeling.
"From now on she's Teresa," she heard someone say firmly.
It was a man again. However, there was a distinct difference in the voice of this one.
He's different, Teresa realized.
She tried to see his face, but again she couldn't. Instead, she could feel herself drop into unconsciousness.
Teresa resumed falling. This time though, the fall scared her. Her heart seemed to be flying out of her chest. Her instincts told her that she soon would slam into a hard surface and feel the pain she was pushing away. Her breath hitched, and she continued to fall.
No stop. Please please please.
She didn't allow herself to look down, but her heartbeat increased its pace. The fall had almost come to an end now. She could feel the fatal surface approach at an inhuman speed. She was about to hit it. Hit it really hard...
"NO!" she screamed out, her ears ringing, and sat up straight.
Her breath came out in ragged gasps. Someone came up to her, and she whimpered in terror, scurrying as far as the bed allowed her to. Blind fear captured her and tears fell from her eyes. Her back hit the headboard of the bed. She was trapped with no place else to go.
"Please I can't. It hurts too much," she begged and cried as her head throbbed harder than ever.
"Ssh," the man crawled into the bed carefully and cupped her face into his palms.
His hands were unexpectedly warm.
"It's over. It's just me," he comforted.
Seth brought Teresa's ears to his chest. She tightened her fists as she continued to breathe harshly. She focused on his heartbeats. Slow and steady.
Lub. Dub. Lub. Dub.
It pacified Teresa's thoughts, and gradually she was inhaling normally.
Seth pulled her away from him when he sensed her calming down. His light brown eyes gave her another dose of safety and peace. He placed his hands on her shoulders and smiled reassuringly.
"You're fine and safe," he whispered soothingly.
Teresa noticed how close he was, but it didn't seem to matter her at the time. He was kneeling before her while she sat crumpled at a corner.
Seth pulled her legs down and lied her head on the pillow. All the time, Teresa didn't speak a thing. She was too hammered and exhausted to say or feel anything. Her breathing was steady, but she could feel the tiredness through her chest and headaches.
"Go back to sleep," he advised, applying a wet cloth over her head.
It felt nice.
She could already feel herself slipping away.
"That's where I don't want to be," she muttered.
It's not even real. It's again a dream.
Teresa fell into a dreamless sleep but yet her unconscious completely rest in peace. She was somewhat convinced what she saw weren't just dreams. They were too terrible and real to be dreams.
Memories, she thought.
She wasn't guessing. She was convinced. There were too many ideas jumbled inside her head, but she was too weak to ponder about them just yet.
Who am I?
(Cinereal)
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Sorry for the late update I almost didn't update today.
I think I liked this chapter because I felt I did a good job on it. Well that's what I feel lol. Come back on wednesday and we'll know more.
