Small chapter but very important gets into what kind of person Serena is and how her family takes role in her life and albeit it doesn't explain why she dreams what she dreams and why it happens to her it explains her families role in it all just so you know her grandmother, grandfather and mother had the same thing she has with her dreams. Much love from PR.
Chapter 2
A little girl who appeared to be 5 years of age walked around the playground at her school. No one talked to her. No one bothered to look at her. She was obviously there but unnoticed to even her teacher. Albeit it did not bother her in the slightest, she could fend for herself if necessary. It was in this little girl's nature to not be seen and strong for herself.
This girl had an esoteric beauty to her. The true origin of her eyes could not be determined for they vary according to her moods, but most of the time they were a clouded cerulean color in which she bore in a tranquil state. She had an unacknowledged intelligence for people would not accept the fact that a mere 5 year old could have already memorized her times tables and much more. Most people desperately tried for there had to be at least one... right. The kindergarten teacher recommended her to a child psychologist the girl seemed to be too anti-social for her age, she wasn't as manic as most five years olds.
The little girl had actually come to envy those average 5 year olds who's interpretation of loneliness is when their mother isn't there to give them a piece of candy. Their only interpretation of fear is the monster that lives in the closet at night. Their only knowledge of true pain being a scrap caused when they fall off their tricycle and hit the hard pavement. They didn't know that in the future the times only got harder and so does the pavement as they fall, nor did they care. They only lived for the moment. She could not do that not matter how hard she tried for her monsters and fears where much bigger than the ones that hid in the closets. Everything for her is real.
The little girl lived in a small cottage with her mother and her grandparents. Her mother was twenty-four years old and a beauty, much like her daughter. They seemed to be the exact same person except for the two things; the age difference and that little girl had blonde hair and her mother had lighter brown.
Her grandparents were just lovely. Trying to explain them in any other way would be impossible. They were simple lovely people. Like most elderly people, they enjoyed their solitude but they were always welcome to company. No wonder would expect the horrors that took place in these peoples lives for they were the kind of people that a person could watch and envy them, want to have what they have, want to live how they live. Their daughter Ivory was nothing like them. Her spirit was wild and untamed; her daughter was her only that held her down albeit she loved it. Ivory was married for several years to a blonde haired man named Alexander. Unlike her and her family he did not live a cursed life he was actually quite normal and that's probably what attracted Ivory to him in the first place. He was unburdened and was a normal human being he was her only way out of her hectic life. That was until he died in a car crash before their daughter Serena had turned two. It was unfortunate but it was life and Ivory was forced to get over the trauma for her daughters sake.
The child psychiatrist Anne Reed was a thirty five year old 'independent' woman, I believe that's the right terminology for a woman who is burdened to live alone with her cats hating the useless word called, love. She had no children, and believed anything could be cured with proper medicine. She unfortunately could not give the child anti-depression, she was too young, but she discovered the child had sever case of insomnia and prescribed her sleeping pills. She didn't see the link between the whole family was that they all had a server sleeping disorder, insomnia, and behind it laid something even deeper than anyone could imagine, or believe for that matter. Ivory would buy these pills just for show, but she never dared give any to her child. Ivory believed that she didn't need them. She would tell her little girl everyday before she left for school this, "most people sleep half their lives away. And when it comes to their end they realize they slept their whole life away." That's the only thing the girl needed to fulfill her day make her feel better about her condition.
After school every Monday and Friday the girl would go to Doctor Reed's office to discuss things. The doctor loved to talk just couldn't stop, she loved to hear herself, the way she sounded, the words she used, and how she used them. It made her feel dignified, worth something. The little girl didn't mind either Doctor Reed had a very sensual voice albeit very conceit with her opinions.
The Doctor seemed to be frightened at times of the little girl. The way the girl would gaze at her with a certain kind of wisdom in her eyes. She had the eerie feeling that the girl could see her thoughts at times. The Doctor would laugh to herself. Trying desperately yet composed to reason with herself. 'There's no such thing as psychics or mind readers. It's impossible,' the doctor would chant to herself. Her laughter, was unconsciously nervous and anxious not as steady as her voice was when she was talking. And then she would make the mistake of looking dead straight into the little girl's eyes for to long.
Her eyes were so strong, mocking her for who she was, a conceit lonely woman... with cats. She couldn't look away she was suddenly gripped by them, gripped until they relinquished her. After those kinds of incidents, the doctor would leave the room slightly derange and in the need water because her throat had suddenly gotten immensely arid. She would take a minute to collect herself and reenter as if nothing had happen and would continue to talk let her voice sooth her until their time together was done.
"Good-bye Serena. I'll see you again Friday," said the doctor nonchalantly not bothering to look up form her desk of paper work.
"Bye doctor Reed." Her mother would then arrive to pick her up never asking about what had happened in that room. She would just take her daughter home, and pretend to be a normal family.