Trapped

Chapter 6

Chapter Six:

Why does a dream feel so real?

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[Present day]

Faintly hearing the beeping sound, Chandria carefully fluttered her eyes open.

It was a difficult thing to do though. She had to forcefully open them despite how weak she currently felt like. Even her hands and feet felt numb as she could not move them freely.

Chandria's whole body was in utter distress and slowly she was starting to panic. Never had she felt immobilized like this before. And just the thought of having no control and power over your own body had triggered something inside her that she can't just shrug away.

The beeping on the machine began to beep rapidly as her breath ragged in her current state. The nurses outside were fast enough to notice the inconvenience of their patient so they had abruptly ran towards Chandria's room to tend to her care. The nurses had been very professional the whole time that Chandria was in their care. However, her condition was different so they needed to be really extra careful with her.

She could feel other people's presence around her but still, her eyes remained unopened. Not that it was on purpose, she badly wanted to see what was happening around her it was as though her eyes had its own life and just decided not to give a single f**k about the thing going on.

Chandria's growing frustrated by the seconds and minutes that had passed by. She could feel hands touching her arm, her skin, and her body as they tried to help her calm down. However she could not move them. She could not swat them away from her being. She wanted to tell them to stop what they were doing and just focus on regaining her mobility. Her other senses were working perfectly fine.

What seemed to be the problem?

Why can't she open her eyes or move her body?

Before she could even think of an answer, she heard a flutter of wings nearby. And despite her eyes remaining unopened, a beam of light was strong enough that she could still see it with her eyes closed.

"What have you done?"

There it was again!

Chandria remembered clearly the conversation before she had fallen into a deep slumber. She could remember clearly this man's voice that sounded so holy that it felt as though she was in some kind of ethereal place. It sounded like music to Chandria's ears.

I could listen to his voice all day, everyday. Chandria thought as he heard his voice again.

"What mistake have you made this time?" The man muttered, in such a calm manner despite the words supposedly meaning to be harsh.

Another flutter of wings welcomed Chandria's ears.

"There is a huge problem, Azrael." The angelic voice of the female that had responded was very profound. Despite not knowing the whole context of what they were talking about, Chandria liked hearing their voices.

At some sort it's giving her a sense of calm as their voices soothes her despite her current situation.

"Problem?" The man repeated, confused. "What problem, youngling?" He asked and despite the fact that his voice remained gentle, Chandria could feel the terror in his body.

"The soul is trying to come back." The youngling muttered, showing signs that she's indeed wary and concerned of what's about to come.

The man released a deep breath, "I told you, youngling." His voice was stern and the authority in his voice overpowered despite saying it in a gentle manner. 

On how that was possible, Chandria couldn't think of an answer.

The only question in her mind is wondering who this man and this girl was. She had been hearing them as soon as she had regained her consciousness and it's been bothering her not being able to see them and join the conversation.

She had tried talking to them. And despite knowing that both of them could definitely hear her, they weren't answering Chandria. Well, only the man was. The female occasionally does answer Chandria's questions but they remain vague in her perspective.

As if they were keeping information from her and that alone had added a huge set of questions in her mind.

"There is not much we can do, Azrael." The female youngling answered, notwithstanding the glare that the man was giving her. She knew that she messed up big time. However, they can't do anything more about it.

"If you only had put her in her right body and we would not be experiencing such damages." The man reasoned out. It was exactly what should have been done.

It was a common sense of their kind. but this particular youngling has something in her mind. As to what, Azrael can't seem to ponder why. 

Has she gone attached?

"This is your mess, youngling." The man injected, appearing to be in quite frustration. "You are my under so you will do what I say." He demanded. "Do you understand?" The man asked and Chandria was waiting for an answer but the silence had sounded deafening in her ears.

After a minute passed by, she heard an answer. "But you'll help me, right?" She responded and her voice sounded desperate, "Sir Azrael, I need your help with this." She added much to her frustrations.

The man snorted, "Remember our rule, youngling. 'Fix your own mess.'" He grunted.

As much as the man wanted to help her, there were things that they were restricted to do. Being in the higher rank than the youngling, he couldn't use his superiority to go on her ways. He knew that he can help and he can do something about it but there are rules that they were set to follow.

And as a high rank, he abides by all their rules.

The girl released a sigh, knowing full well that Azrael meant his words.

"You have to fix this, Kaleigh. We can't afford another mistake." Azrael warned her.

And before Chandria could hear a response, her mind and body shuts down.