"It'll be fine," she says. "It's normal," she says.
I float around in nothingness. I feel nothing, only searing pain. I see nothing, only a black void. I'm the only one here, all alone in this place. Then, I hear a voice. Maka's voice, I think.
"Soul…"
It sounds soft and comforting, like the voice of a mother. I notice a blinding light appearing in the distance. Maybe that's where I can escape from this place. Hopefully I can break free if I just follow that tiny light. Maybe…maybe this is it. Maybe I'm dead. I carefully approach the light, and a warm feeling fires up in my stomach…
A shrill scream pierces my ears. Blood spurts out all around me. I crash to the floor, and immediately turn around to see the unfortunate victim. It's a girl dressed in some sort of a black trench coat and a tartan miniskirt.
It's none other than my very own meister, Maka Albarn. She lies still. She lies dead.
This dream recurs almost every night, and it always circles my mind during the day. There's just no escaping it. And Dr. Medusa tells me it's normal. Yeah, right.
If it's not me murdering Maka, then I'm standing a dark room with diamond tiles, watching some stupid little red devil dance to jazz. If he's not doing what he calls 'dancing' then he's talking to me in that snake-like voice of his, trying to entice me into using the Black Blood, trying to convince me that the Madness is the way to go. Even I'm smart enough to know that whatever comes out of that little devil's mouth is a pile of crap. And, by the sounds of things, what's coming out of Medusa's is a load of crap, too. She's supposed to be a doctor, for crying out loud! Surely she should know that having dreams like those is no normal occurrence.
You know what? I wonder if everything she says is just a cover-up for something. Maybe Dr. Medusa isn't the sweet, loving doctor the DWMA knows her as. Underneath that doctor disguise…there lies a spiteful witch. I just know it. I doubt the others will trust my hunch, though. But what would a witch want with me?