I saw my Elder Brother Adam talking with God.

In my dream, I saw my father in his studies. His face was buried in his hands and I could hear him crying. Suddenly, he got up and began to trash the entire room. Papers, furniture, paintings, and such went flying everywhere. Once, he looked at a giant painting of Jesus hanging on the middle top of his studies. He angrily snatched it away from its place and threw it on the ground where he threw a lit lighter on it. He watched angrily as it burned away.

The scene shifted to my room. My brothers were there weeping. My second eldest brother Joshua was holding a picture of me. The only one not there was Adam.

The scene shifted again. Adam was in the altar room. The altar room is where we mostly pray to God. However, there was more crying and begging and less praying.

"Please. Oh please bring her back." Adam was crying as he was kneeling in a nave, "Oh God, please bring her back."

Suddenly, a ray of light appeared. A man's hand reached my brother's head and gently petted it in a comforting manner.

I don't know what happened next because the next instant, I woke up.


I woke up in Satan's bed as he caresses me cheek.

"You had a nightmare. But I was afraid to wake you up." Satan told me.

I got up, sitting on top of bed as I pulled the blanket closed to me.

"They missed you, didn't they?" He asked. I realized what he was meaning to say.

"But, the deal…" I stopped as he pulled me into a hug.

"Like I said; I only did it to teach your father a lesson." He told me comfortingly, "I think he suffered enough punishment. You can go now. Return back to your family."

"But I don't want to go." I sadly told him.

"I know you haven't done any good so far, but you still have a chance." He assured me.

"It's not that. It's, it's just that, it's just that I, I don't want to leave." I said sheepishly but sadly as I looked at him with sad eyes. He immediately knew what I was trying to say. He pulled me closer.

"You know what's right." He told me.

"I know." I finally agreed and whispered in his ears tearfully, "I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too." He replied back.


A little while later, I was dressed in my school uniform and was heading for my ride back home. My ride was a black stagecoach complete with black horses.

"Will I see you again?" I asked Satan.

"Maybe one day, maybe never." He replied sadly. We hugged for the last time before I went to the coach and departed. As the coach drove, I stared at the window just to see Satan trying to hid his sadness as he turned his back.

"I'll come back for you!" I screamed at him. He turned his head for a minute before turning back and bursting into tears, which I could've sworn I saw before I blacked out.


I woke up in my bedroom. My brothers were at my bedside and they rejoiced. They were glad to have me back. My Dad was there as well. He pulled me into a big hug.

"Welcome back." He told me in relief.

They were all glad that I was home. I wasn't.