Remembrance

1st Person Mode

Before I opened my eyes, I felt the soft movement of humming below my body, and I didn't want to move. I felt so exhausted and I realized how hungry I still was. It was dark, and I was afraid to open my eyes. I finally opened them slowly to vaguely see a windshield ahead of me, and I sat up quickly to see out the window by my side. It seems that I was back in my car, but I wasn't going to believe that everything before me was only a dream. Not again.

I panicked, because I feared that this wasn't a dream, and I wasn't going to have myself believe that it was one just yet. I looked out the window, but all I saw beyond in the mountain ridges was fog. I called out quietly, "Daniel?"

"I'm right here," I heard him call in the darkness by my side. I had been leaned against the opposite window. "Where are we?" he said, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"I think.. we're in my car," I said.

He looked around for a moment, and then nodded. "Sure is."

My suspicion grew. "What? How would you know?" I asked.

"Dahlia and I brought you into the Cathedral after your car had crashed," he explained.

"Did you know I was.. going to be here?" I questioned. I paused. "Wait, we crashed? Then where's...!"

"Your parents.. are dead," he confessed.

"By who!" I cried.

"They merely died in the car accident. There was no helping.."

"So now all of my family has died! Why couldn't I predict their deaths!" I paused. "I had a premonition, or maybe, it was a flashback, but it wasn't until later when I was recovered at the hospital."

"Of what, exactly?" he asked.

"Just the same as now, except you weren't by my side. I was sleeping and saw a blonde girl get into the seat by my side, but it wasn't until later that my dream continued, except this time, she was a brunette." I paused. I leaned forward and saw that no one was driving the car and panicked.

"Calm down," Daniel said, restraining my arms. "This is all a dream, right?"

"But you said what happened before wasn't.." I began.

"Perhaps some things are real, and some things are fake. Obviously, both of us are trapped in an enigma of a dream."

"The girl.." I spoke when the car began to stop. I looked ahead to see her through the windshield.

"I'll climb in front and watch this unfold," Daniel said, and pulled himself through the cranny and into the passenger's seat. The door at my side opened, and the shy, pale girl with matted blonde locks of hair pulled herself inside. She didn't stare at me, just as before.

"She looks so familiar," Daniel claimed, staring at her from behind. As to be expected, all was just a dream, and she did not respond to Daniel's remark.

"I thought so, too, but I figured I was just crazy," I admitted.

"Why did you think that?" asked Daniel.

"She wasn't familiar by school standards. I hadn't seen anyone like her from school, but her face, her features.." I stopped.

"What are you saying?" he persisted.

"I'm starting to question my origin more, for you see, I'm wondering if my grandmother is who she really was." I looked to Daniel. "My grandmother wasn't even in her thirties yet, but I was branded to believe that she was my grandmother, but I always questioned it."

"You already know that your mother wasn't who she claimed," Daniel added.

"I know that, and I'm wondering if maybe my grandmother.. was just my mother."

"Why couldn't you conclude that earlier?" Daniel asked.

"Because I had always heard that my mother was someone else; that I had been birthed from another woman."

"Maybe she's a Godmother?"

"I don't know, but perhaps my whole family isn't all who they claim."

"What does this have to do with this girl sitting here?" Daniel asked, motioning towards the blonde girl.

The hairs on my arms began to stand, as well as the hairs on the back of my neck. I inched away from her, my eyes wide with fear. I sensed danger, and she opened her eyes. They were a deep, emerald green, such as mine. From there, I concluded who she was.

"Heather," I whispered.

"Heather Mason?" Daniel yelped. "There's no way! She just walked in.." He shut his mouth quickly.

"She just walked in where? When!" I shouted.

"The Cathedral," he continued. "She walked in just several days ago, claiming that she 'had to do what she had to do'."

"Referring to what, exactly?"

"I have a pretty good idea," Daniel began.

"Then spill it," I pushed persistently.

"I'm afraid I can't," Daniel explained.

"Why not?" I asked impatiently.

"Maybe later, but I can't right now." He paused, and looked ahead. "This is the end of your road trip."

I blinked, and looked ahead through the windshield. As though she appeared out of the rockcliff by our side, the other side, a guardrail, beyond there, mountain ridges, a lanky brunette in a similar white gown as the supposed Heather stepped out into the middle of the road, but she did not move. Instead, she stood and defended herself as though waiting for an impact, but the impact never came. I yelped in surprise when the car swerved sharply for the right and over the guardrail. My head swiftly smacked against the car's hard interior.

Daniel grabbed my hand several seconds before. That was the last thing I recalled.