The Dream

"You still can't prove to me that this isn't a dream," I laughed. "Just because you pinch me doesn't mean this isn't real. Besides, why would I be here and all of this aside if it weren't real?"

"You've just never experienced this before," he said. "None of it ever seems real. You're probably thinking yourself as crazy ever since Miranda died."

My eyes widened then narrowed. "How do you know about Miranda?"

"I thought you were so confident that this was a dream. If you think that, then obviously, all characters are all knowing. You should know that," he said, standing and heading for the door.

"Well, it's kinda realistic," I admitted. "I wished that these handcuffs would just fall off, but obviously, my mind wants something like that of a movie."

"You'll find out soon enough," he said.

"Find what out?" I asked. "That this might be real?"

"You'll find out the whole meaning behind this place. Dahlia wants to see if you're, indeed, the Holy One."

"'The Holy One'? You're beginning to sound like my grandmother," I scoffed.

"Explain," he said, leaning against the door, his arms crossed.

"She claimed that she was somehow Holy, and that her genes were passed to me. If that's so, then why is my mother normal? And my father? Why would I have some weird powers?" I asked.

"You are Unique, and unique, you are. Have you ever seen another albino child with green eyes?" he challenged.

"It's just a mutation," I said. "There have been albinos that live. I'm just like anyone else. My hair is just silver," I said, looking away from him.

"You'll soon find out the truth behind your parents," he said, turning for the door. He headed out when I yelled after him.

"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?" I shouted, but he didn't return. The door shut after him.

I had drifted into a sleep with not much more to do than that. Afterall, I couldn't move. But when I opened my eyes, the room seemed darker than usual. I felt cramped.

I was curled sideways and in an enclosed shaft, it seemed, at first. I opened my eyes to a darker room than I had been in before, and I could move my arms. I found that I was lying in a large bathtub with an inch of thick liquid at the base. I wiped it from my face and sat upright to find that I was in an empty, rust colored room with hardly any lighting, the tub bolted to the floor in the middle of it.

I stepped out of the tub when I was able to stand and shrieked at first when I looked back into the tub and realized how familiar this was! The liquid at the base of the tub resembled blood, and had leaked onto the end of my gown. I closed my eyes and rung out the blood, then proceeded for a door nearest to me.

I walked out into a dark hallway. A light flickered at the end and I thought I saw the movements of a young girl in a gown similar to my own. I pursued towards her when she quickly turned around the corner and a door slammed after her.

I turned the knob, but the door wouldn't budge. A large hole was pierced into the wall, and I could only see darkness beyond. I crotched into the space and pulled further in. I crawled several feet, wondering how long a hole into a room could take me, but I decided to keep moving forward. When I pulled myself out of the hole, I was then in a dim bathroom, the walls drenched it blood.

I covered my mouth and closed my eyes, groping for the doorknob to leave this hellhole, but what I found beyond didn't comfort me much.

I found myself in an apartment, candles lined against the walls of the hall and further still into the living area and kitchen. The room was dark and rust colored, cracked, and morbid. Symbols were plastered on the walls around an imprint of someone's face. I touched it and fell backwards when it moved. I shrieked. A black plasma crumbled the wall and a gangly poltergeist pulled itself from the decrepit structure.

My mouth gapped open and I was rendered speechless, frightened. He walked closer for me when the candles within the room burned out at once. I could no longer hear his breathing and moaning, nor his footsteps. All was silent except for the pounding of my own heart.

Then, I opened my eyes.

I refused to open my eyes at first when I felt something shake me, but I slowly succumbed to facing my fears and opened them to Daniel, who was holding me by the shoulders and shaking me, the both of us, once again, in the old, empty hospital. I had been curled into a ball, sitting in a bare tub, similar to the one in my dream, and I slowly untensed myself.

"How did you get here?" he asked. "You were handcuffed."

"I.. I don't know," I said, holding my head, then forcing it between my knees in a feeble position in the tub. My voice was shaky. "I don't know all what happened."

He ruffled my hair, and I felt more relaxed. "What did you see?" he asked softly.

"A demon!" I screamed. "It was coming towards me! I was in some apartment and there were candles and symbols everywhere! I tried to crawl away when everything went dark. When my eyes adjusted, I crawled for the door, but it was chained from the inside!" I moved my head between my legs again and let the tears stream from my eyes as a release of tension. Daniel looked away and towards the door.

"One of the Sacraments," he merely said.