Chapter 17 – The Dream

I'm in a dark room. Music calmly plays in the background as I look at myself in the mirror. I see myself, only I'm younger. I see a younger girl around 3 years old, laughing and playing with my father. I smile. I couldn't help, but notice the familiarity of this small child. Her curly golden-brown hair almost seemed to dance in the sunlight as she ran from swing to swing.
"Liberty!"

I knew it was my father, but I ignored him, not realizing he was talking to me. Only when I looked up did I realize he was staring straight at me.

"Liberty! Come play with us!"

I look down at the little girl who is independently making a sand castle.

I look back at my surroundings; the dark room remains the same. I'm about to turn back to the mirror, when something catches my eye. A light flickers in the distance. I walk towards it, determined to find its source.

"Liberty! Come back!"

I look back at the mirror. The girl and my father look back at me, with angry ridden faces.

"You ruined our family Liberty. Our perfect little family." My father says.

A tear slides down my cheek. I look down at the little girl, she too is crying.

I turn around and head for the light, ignoring my father's cries. I come across a table, with a lit candle sitting on it. I put my hand over the fire to feel the heat, but I feel nothing.

I look back at the mirror, my father and the little girl are now gone. All I see is my own reflection and the candle.

I shivered as the air around me began to grow cold.

"Don't let go Liberty. Just hold on."

Without warning, pain shot through my left arm. I began to scream; breaking the windows. Wind blew through the room, blowing out the candle.

My eyes fluttered open, to an unfamiliar room. I heard faint crying from beside me, so I turned my head slowly to see what is was.

I reached over and gently touched his hand. He jumped at my touch.

"Hey dad," I said softly.

A huge grin crept on his face, and he was crying again.

"Oh dad. Please don't cry. I hate to see you cry."

"I know baby, it's just...the doctors didn't think you were going to make it."

"What do you mean?"

"Liberty, you've been in a coma for 4 weeks."

A/N... Mwah haha... lucky for you, I have two chapters for ya! Head onto the next one to find out more!