Chapter 17: Angel

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Every time we dream, we find a part of ourselves that we never really knew that we had. We learn of our weakness, our strengths, and our deepest desires. But, what about those dreams that are so surreal that we can't tell if it was a memory, if it really happened, or if it was simply a figment of our mind? Those dreams, those are what speak our hearts deepest wishes. Our dreams is the way we find what makes us tick, even if we are the ones who are too stubborn to really say it ourselves. Dreams are the symbols of our souls. And sometimes, those are the only things we have to hold on to when the going gets rough.

Darkness is what I believe to be what happens before we pass in to our minds safe walls, though sometimes those walls may be tormenting, it was in these dark times that I found solace within them. Darkness is what allows our hearts to enter our mind and show us what we need. But, in this moment, I didn't know if I was dreaming or if I was going to be seeing my father again. All too soon. What is it about darkness that everyone finds to be so terrifying? For me, it was the first peace of comfort I've had since I was taken. Darkness had become my new security blanket...It was all that I had.

Bright lights flashed within the confines of my mind, and soon the black wall I was surrounded by was hazing in to gray, and once the gray faded from my sights I saw my old bedroom. I stood there, taking in the scent of my home, and the soft lull of my vanilla perfumed that seemed to have become permanent within over time. I slowly walked forward, afraid that the floor would vanish beneath me and I would return to the cold concrete and brick I was trapped in. The carpet beneath my barefoot soothed me, just the feel of the soft plush was enough to tell me that in that second I was safe. Even if it was for only that small moment I was safe, and I needed that more than I thought was possible.

I stood before my bed, the brown polka-dotted comforter still laying untouched on the mattress. More than anything I wanted to fall in to the warmth it would bring, to curl beneath the blankets and stay within the cocoon of security for as long as I could. Forever, preferably. I knew better though, that part of my life was out of the question these days, and the only option I could find for that moment was to stand in bask in the hopes of one day returning to my room. To hold the hand of my future child and tell them all the stories of my life...If my life was still even living.

My eyes reached the picture of my father and me that still sat untouched on the nightstand, the last picture I had of him. Yet, it wasn't the memories of my father that flashed before my eyes in that second. No, it was shocking as to the first memory that protruded my deepest thoughts. I saw Randy sitting on my bed, but it wasn't the Randy I knew when he was injured from winning his championship. My stomach tightened in to painful knots, my legs began to shake as I saw his form stand from the bed, I took a step to reach for him, but my legs gave out and my body crumbled in to a heap on the floor, yet he was un-phased, almost as if he was looking straight through me. His eyes were bloodshot, and dark bags rested on his sullen face. His face was covered in stumble, and his hair had become slightly thicker. What made my body ache even more was the way his eyes seemed so tormented, haunted even. The bright vibrant blue's that I came to know so well were faded and withdrawn from the world. A Randy that I did not know. A Randy that I vowed I would mend, if I were to ever see him again.

I forced my body up from the floor, slowly walking over to his figure, my heart pleading for him to realize him touch, to feel me, to hear me. It was as if I was watching his actions from wherever he was. As if I was just dragging his moment in to my room to watch for myself. I took a breath, my eyes closed for the briefest of moments before I allowed my right hand to brush over his chest. I opened my eyes and I felt his warm cinnamon course through my senses, easing all the aching that filled my battered body. I looked up from his torso, my eyes grazing over his features. His lips were no longer moving, and his eyes were filled with a fire that I knew so well. My heart jumped in to my chest and I began to wonder if he could feel me, if this was as surreal to him as it was to me. My mind raced with ideas as to what I could possibly do next. He couldn't see me, he couldn't return the gesture of any semblance of love, but he could feel me. I knew he could.

"Randy," my voice whimpered out as I raised my left hand to his cheek, my thumb grazing over his skin, it wasn't the same, I couldn't feel his warmth, but it was more than enough, even if just for then. "Randy... I don't know if you can hear me. Or if this is just my mind playing tricks on me. Just..." I felt a tear begin to slide down my cheek as I watched his eyes dance with an array of emotions, still standing stone still, his hands stuffed in to his pockets. "I love you. I'll always love you." I swallowed the forming lump in my throat as I watched his eyes flash in the only way I knew, the bright gleam of joy and love whenever he would see me, when he would tell me how he felt. He could hear me, he had to be able to hear me. "I don't know where I am...I just want to be with you again. Please, you have to find me. And don't blame John, Randy, I know how you are. It wasn't his fault..." I knew I was running out of time in that moment, my room was slowly beginning to fade from my vision, and Randy was slowly starting to fade with it. "Look for a factory. An empty one. I'll be there... I love you." In this lost three words the darkness was slowly starting to consume my body once more.

I felt as if I was falling. Everything around me was dimmed with a surreal darkness, yet at the same time it seemed as if everything around me was spinning in a downward spiral to nowhere. My mind was rushing with thoughts. What had I done with my life? Were my last moments among the ones I loved going to be remembered as me running out on the only man I love? To have made-out with my best friend, betraying him? Was my last moment already up, and that moment in my room my chance to say good-bye?

A wind blew through my body, chilling my bones as greens and blues began to fill my sight. I froze, and allowed my body to stand as I felt grass beneath my feet. I knew where I was. It was the one place in my life that I was never going to be able to forget. A white-tank top covered my torso, a long pink skirt draped down to my feet covered my chilled legs, and my brown hair was down and tousled softly, naturally. Before me laid a seemingly never ending field of soft green grass, white and purple flowers littering the grounds within it. But, what was more than possible to never forget was the man that stood only a few feet away from me. My father.

His skin was tanned again, his eyes shining with the light that I thought I would never be able to see again. His cherished, and joyful smile stood still on his lips as he motioned with his hand for me to come stand with him. And I couldn't even begin to say no, as I felt my body run towards his, wrapping my arms around his neck in a tight hug that I would cherish for as long as I could.

The security I had felt in my father's arms was one thing that would never change, I was a daddy's girl, and I would forever be that, no matter how many years were to come in my life. I stepped back with a small bittersweet grin, wiping the tears from my cheeks that I had yet to realize had escaped.

"What are you doing here, princess?" My father asked with a tender, saddened smile as he placed his hand to my cheek, wiping one of the few tears that were still cascading down my cheeks. "You're so young, baby girl. So talented. You have so much to come in your life..." In that moment, I saw a tear fall from my father's face, and my brows furrowed in a despair of confusion.

"Daddy... Am I? Did I... I'm dead, aren't I?" I whispered out as I felt my eyes travel his face begging to find an answer that I would want to hear. I couldn't be dead. I had so many things that I needed to fix, so many people that I needed to say things too. So much I still wanted to do with my life. I could not be gone, not yet.

A deep frown passed on to my father's face, another tear spilling down his cheek as he took a step toward me, "It's hard to explain, sweetie." My father began as he gestured for me to join him at his side, placing his arm over my shoulders before nodding his head for me to look ahead. The field turned in to the factory, and what I saw happening before me was something I never would have wanted anyone I loved to see. "You're body has no pulse, no heartbeat... The paramedics and police are on the way now. Randy is in one of the cars with the detectives, and he will be the one to find your body." My father spoke in a choked sob as he looked down at me. "He will preform CPR, and if you chose to continue living your life, you're risking his life. Stephen will sneak up behind him, and he will shoot him. Or, you can stay here and chose a different path for Randy. The detectives will enter first, they will take Stephen in to custody, and Randy will remain safe. That's only if you chose to stay."

I could tell by the look on my father's face that this was more than difficult for him to decide. To tell his only daughter that she has to either chose to live and risk losing the love of her life, or to die at a young age with a future so bright. It would be any parent's nightmare, but in that moment, I had the balance of my life and my soul mate's placed in both my hands. A choice that I didn't want to face. A choice that I didn't know how to make it.

"So, that's it?" I asked with a bitter laugh as I ran a hand through my hair, tears filling my eyes and spilling over down my cheeks. "I'll just decide to kill my soul mate or myself? I don't get a choice that can keep..." My hand came to my mouth as a heart wrenching sob passed through my lips. "Some thing just sends you here to read my fortune. To tell me that I'm better off dying. You know what? Read me another sign. Tell me another damn fortune. All these things around here are just so useful with their damn winding roads and forks in them. What about my life? What about my life with Randy? The future that we wanted? Does that not matter now? I get taken, I get beaten, I get physically degraded, and I have to make this choice? I'm 24 years old. I don't wanna die, but I don't wanna lose him..."

My father stood before me, wrapping his arms around my body in a tight hug, and the only thing I found myself capable of doing was crying in to his chest. "Shh..." His voice cooed out softly as he ran his hand up and down my back, "You'll figure it out darlin'. There's always a loophole, and I know you, you'll find it." My father coaxed out as he stepped back, taking my cheeks in to his hands as he placed a soft kiss to my forehead. "I have to go now, darlin.' But, you'll be okay. You'll make the right choice." He exclaimed with his always so comforting smile. "I love you, darlin'." My father whispered out as his form faded from my sight as well.

I stood there, my body numb, as I watched the scene slowly preparing to befall before me. My body was still, it wasn't moving, and a small pool of blood was located beneath my stomach, a knife barely visible to my sight that was lodged within my skin. This was my moment to make my choice. The sirens were becoming more dominant to my ears, and lights were slowly becoming visible through the dust covered windows that were placed high upon the walls. But what choice did I have? I could die, and know that Randy would be alive. I could live, and risk his life for my own. That's when reality hit me. I knew the future... I knew what consequences would come from my choices.

I honestly could not wait to get this chapter up. Sleepless nights definitely help with ideas when I'm sitting around packing, and once this came in to my mind, I could not keep myself away from my laptop. So, I really hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. :]