Nights didn't know what happen. One second ago, she felt like she like there was something missing from her heart and she needed to find what. Now, she felt nothing. No need, nor will. It was like she no longer had feelings. "Why?" she asked again. For some reason, even Reala looked surprised.
"Why havn't you disappeared?" he asked in shock.
Nights felt she should no longer face him. "I was hoping you could answer that for me," she said to him before leaving him alone at the gate.
A while later, Nights found herself comfortable at the shore of a dark sea. She didn't know whether it was the because of the silence it posessed as the wind blew through her hair or because of the feeling she got as she stared at it like if she went in she would fall forever. "A beautiful oblivion," Nights giggled feelinglessly as the mist clouded the ocean's waves almost completely. If sound was visible, Nights felt that she would see it squirm to try and escape the clutches of its depths and vainly scream once it disappeared underneath.
"It looks sorta inviting," Nights thought blankly and was about to step into the ocean when she heard something, like an alarm clock. However, just as Nights turned around, she had already disappeared.
"Get up you lazy girl!" Nights' aunt screamed, signaling that she was clearly in the waking world.
Groaning slightly from her injuries, Nights struggled to stand with losing more blood than she already had. Her room was terribly messy now and one of the legs of her bed had broken off. Not only that, in the area she stood, some blood stains and glass lay on the floor without a care. "Morning already?" Nights thought sleepily, not exactly feeling refreshed.
"Don't just stand there! Get yourself ready before I go mad again!" she yelled wildly and threateningly held the blood stained glass piece she used before.
Nights stared at her blankly. "There is nothing for me to do," she replied. It was true. She couldn't use the water whenever she wanted and the clothes she wore were all she wore.
However, her aunt found this as an insult more than the truth. "Don't you DARE talk back to me!" she cried in fury and began to blindly cut away at Nights again, who later collapsed to the ground unconcious again from blood loss. Her aunt just sighed annoyedly. "Jacob, please put the wretch in her closet while I get something to calm me. I don't wish to see her for the remainer of the day."
"Yes, my darling," her husband smiled and heeded her order before going with her to drink.
"Where am I?" was Nights' first thought as she began to regain conscousness. Her vision was blurry and her head felt like an iron weight. The room was spinning all around her even though she was lying down on what felt like a mattress. She could also feel a soft pillow under her head and a blanket spread over her body. She heard many voices, most of them in an unknown touge and sounds of strange animals but a few where human.
"It looks like she's coming to," someone said and Nights did her best to sit up and look at the person, only to flop back down due to her injuries. "Stay still; you were hurt very badly in the Waking World."
"Waking World? So I'm asleep again?" Nights asked and her vision began to clear.