The darkness remains over the town, covering up everything in a blanket of abysmal blackness. Alessa doesn't mind this darkness. It's safe and comforting to the young teenager. She walks along the grated floors that block the path to the abyss, but how she wishes she could just fall into that inky blackness and disappear forever. She knows that this is not to happen. Before she can cross into the thresh hold of death she has to get rid of the entity inside of her. Only then will she be called by the thralling swirling shadows, they the minions of the angel of death. If she can finish, but just one more task then her efforts will not be in vain. She's close, so very close.
But, even she has her limits, and even the darkness must give way to the light. Like serpents crawling in the desert, slithers of yellow make their way towards Alessa. She panics, and she starts to run. The red and yellow over come the black. The heat, the pain take over the comfort of the darkness. When all of her possible paradise is taken over by her hell, Alessa collapses onto the ground and starts sobbing. She buries her face into the grating, her entire body trembling uncontrollably. Waves of nausea hit her body, and she has no choice but to retch onto the ground. She moves away from what she just did, but she continues to sob.
It's not fair! It's not fucking fair! She screams inside of her mind. She doesn't want the burden of being God's mother, or being divine herself. All she wants is to cease existing. All she wants is for death to finally take her away from this horrid existence. She continues to cry, even despite the motion of someone in the distance.
Someone in the distance? Alessa sees Harry, and she just sobs even more. She senses him getting closer. She tries to move away from him. She doesn't want Harry to see what's in her mind, her tortured mind. He touches her shoulder, he wraps an arm around her. She knows that Harry means no harm, and that he only wants to comfort her. Good intentions often lead to bad things. The two are now surrounded by a sea of fire. Thick tendrils of flame reach towards Alessa, licking at her skin. She screams, and she continues to scream until she's worried that she can't scream anymore.
Then she's awake and back in the hospital room. Always back in the hospital room, always a prisoner there. At least the fire isn't there anymore.