Soul Searching (Part 3)
I wake up from my dream, but I am in a strange place. This is not the bed that I went to sleep in, where am I? I hear voices coming from below me, a floor down. They sound familiar, yet I cannot put a face to the sound. I jump out of my bed and head downstairs.
“It’s me my little sweetheart.”
I didn’t care if this wasn’t real, I was going to milk every single moment I could out of this dream. I rushed to my mother and pulled her in to my arms.
“I know you blame yourself for what happened. But it was my time, it wasn’t your fault”
“Well, now that you two have caught up, what say we go outside into the cool air and chat huh?” he offered with his characteristic smile.
“How is this possible?” I asked, “You two here, and father, you being young again.”
“Well that’s simple dear, you’re dead.” My father replied in a deadpan voice without even taking his eyes off his hot dog.
My mother gave him a withering stare, “Don’t be an ass honey. That’s his idea of a joke, don’t listen to him.”
“You jackass!” I laughed and gave him the same stare as my mother did moments before.
He took a bite out of his meal before continuing, “Someone explained this place to me as a Crossroads. A place of countless possibilities. Some people come here when they die – like your mother and I, where they await their next life. Others enter this place when they dream. This is what you are doing now.”
“So this place isn’t real then?” I asked, still a bit confused about this place but going along with it nonetheless.
“You make it sound like this place is a living, breathing thing?”
“It kind of is. It’s hard to explain, but it feels like each of those stars above is a person. Each governing their own portion of this realm.”
The rest of the night, the three of us just talked – about nothing and everything. It was nice to just relax beside them, knowing that my mother didn’t blame me for all of my cruel words and actions.
“Your father was telling me about this Helsian girl, Shaela is it?”
“Red.” I nodded, “That’s what I call her. She is… the best person I’ve ever known.”
My mother smiled, “Hold on to her, she seems like a grounding influence for you.”
I felt like something was tugging at me. “I think I need to go?”
“You are waking up. Quick give me a hug, I am so proud of how you’ve turned out!” My mother pulled me into her arms, and I was content in this moment. She withdrew and then pulled out her phone with a smile, “Now a photo for the road.”
“She is beautiful Saarang!” Amara declared cheerfully. “You did a wonderful job raising her when I was gone.”
“I’m afraid that she did that herself, I was a wreck when you left us.”
Amara looked up as the light in her daughters room went out. A clicking sound indicating that she had left this realm. “I fear for her my love.”
Saarang pulled his wife into his arms. “She is stronger than even she gives herself credit for. She will be fine.”
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I wake up, and I am back in my room beneath the Goth Mansion. The dream of the previous night still fresh in my head. My stomach growls, it feels like I haven’t had food for days. I check my phone, and it is two days since I found out the news about my father.
It was real? It was real!
I think I need to lie down just a little bit longer…