Chapter 37
The sleep came easy to Clarice; she was out before the head had hit the pillow. But her dream was once again a nightmare. Nightmares that she didn't understand, that she didn't want to understand.
Clarice was running down a hall. With doors on each sides. Every door had a name, a name that was supposed to mean something, but she couldn't place them. When she opened the door the room was dark, there was nothing there but an echo of a voice she had heard before. There was no face no body nothing to accompany the voice. It just begged her to stop. To stop what she was doing and what she was about to do. The hall ended with a red door with a tag on it saying meaning. Clarice didn't want to go through but she knew she had to. The door lead to another hall filled with doors, alike to the one she had just passed, and this time she knew the names. Her daddy had a room, it was dark but there was no voice, she walked in, trying to locate anything. But nothing, the room was empty.
Clarice felt grief, he was gone, there was nothing left. The same happen with Ardi, senator martin's rooms. All rooms were dark, and empty. The hall ended with another door. A tag was on it saying future. Clarice felt desperate to get away from the hall she was in.
There was no hall behind the door; instead there was a large room. It was light, several paintings was on the wall. The room was like a huge dance hall like the palace of Versailles. She walked in, at ease, she felt at home here. The room was warm both in colour and air. She looked around to find a small sofa at the other end, there was a book shelf also. Other then that there was nothing, no windows and no voices.
She walked to the bookshelf. There was only one book, Dante's Inferno. A diploma from the FBI congratulating her on becoming an agent. And then there was a case file, with Lecter's name on it. that was all.
Clarice walked over to the sofa, there was someone there, looking at her. Clarice couldn't see who it was. His face was faceless, yet it was familiar to her. She knew him, but she was unable to place him.
He spoke to her in a voice she knew she had heard so many times before. "Make up your mind, you are who are, you are what you are, you are at full blossom and you needn't fade into a dead flower. You know what you want, all you need do is take, there is nothing or no one to stop you except your self. Your morals Clarice have stopped you from getting what could make you happy, how long will denied that which will make you happy, that which will fill your soul?
"You want to be free, but you hold yourself back, because?" Clarice didn't want to answer, but she knew she had to. "Because I'm afraid of what will happen if I am happy." The tears began to run down her cheeks. "Because I don't feel like I deserve it, all my life there have nothing like this I have a chance to have, and it scares me, it scares me because I might loose it and I again will be alone." Clarice's legs couldn't bear her any longer; she sank onto the floor, letting the tears flow free.
A voice echoed though the room. "All you need do is ask" She knew the voice; it was him, her savor. He was right, it was there to be claimed as hers, all she needed was to ask, to forget games, and remember her heart. To remember those who had wronged her, and those who had only told her the truth though it might have stung. He had done nothing but trying to open her eyes, to see the world from his side. The right side for her. Clarice cried the tears of freedom and realization.
The sleep came easy to Clarice; she was out before the head had hit the pillow. But her dream was once again a nightmare. Nightmares that she didn't understand, that she didn't want to understand.
Clarice was running down a hall. With doors on each sides. Every door had a name, a name that was supposed to mean something, but she couldn't place them. When she opened the door the room was dark, there was nothing there but an echo of a voice she had heard before. There was no face no body nothing to accompany the voice. It just begged her to stop. To stop what she was doing and what she was about to do. The hall ended with a red door with a tag on it saying meaning. Clarice didn't want to go through but she knew she had to. The door lead to another hall filled with doors, alike to the one she had just passed, and this time she knew the names. Her daddy had a room, it was dark but there was no voice, she walked in, trying to locate anything. But nothing, the room was empty.
Clarice felt grief, he was gone, there was nothing left. The same happen with Ardi, senator martin's rooms. All rooms were dark, and empty. The hall ended with another door. A tag was on it saying future. Clarice felt desperate to get away from the hall she was in.
There was no hall behind the door; instead there was a large room. It was light, several paintings was on the wall. The room was like a huge dance hall like the palace of Versailles. She walked in, at ease, she felt at home here. The room was warm both in colour and air. She looked around to find a small sofa at the other end, there was a book shelf also. Other then that there was nothing, no windows and no voices.
She walked to the bookshelf. There was only one book, Dante's Inferno. A diploma from the FBI congratulating her on becoming an agent. And then there was a case file, with Lecter's name on it. that was all.
Clarice walked over to the sofa, there was someone there, looking at her. Clarice couldn't see who it was. His face was faceless, yet it was familiar to her. She knew him, but she was unable to place him.
He spoke to her in a voice she knew she had heard so many times before. "Make up your mind, you are who are, you are what you are, you are at full blossom and you needn't fade into a dead flower. You know what you want, all you need do is take, there is nothing or no one to stop you except your self. Your morals Clarice have stopped you from getting what could make you happy, how long will denied that which will make you happy, that which will fill your soul?
"You want to be free, but you hold yourself back, because?" Clarice didn't want to answer, but she knew she had to. "Because I'm afraid of what will happen if I am happy." The tears began to run down her cheeks. "Because I don't feel like I deserve it, all my life there have nothing like this I have a chance to have, and it scares me, it scares me because I might loose it and I again will be alone." Clarice's legs couldn't bear her any longer; she sank onto the floor, letting the tears flow free.
A voice echoed though the room. "All you need do is ask" She knew the voice; it was him, her savor. He was right, it was there to be claimed as hers, all she needed was to ask, to forget games, and remember her heart. To remember those who had wronged her, and those who had only told her the truth though it might have stung. He had done nothing but trying to open her eyes, to see the world from his side. The right side for her. Clarice cried the tears of freedom and realization.