fated; once you were mine

INCEPTION?

My eyes shot open when I heard the word "MEDUSA". It felt all so real, I didn't know how to put it out, so I'm gonna do what I always do best to get focused. I immediately got up from my bed. It's 3:45 am..

Well, according to my mom's religious beliefs, it's the gods' hour, but in consonance with my dad's, the evil hour. A love marriage, yeah, only ended in a bad divorce. 'So, call me a pessimist, but I don't believe in that. Finding a true love kiss is bullshit'. I have overcome that stage.

I pulled my painting appliances out of the closet and coalesced to put my minute-ago dream man into a picture. He had locks coming into his eyes, a big deep mark from his right eyebrow to across his face, dark eyes, as if he had no soul inside, there was a bruise on his lower lip,something between a dark-glowing-red and brown, a very sexy tan complexion, curly lashes, one can see from a distance. sharp jaw line his grimed black beard and mustaches.

There was nothing I could recall beautiful in him. Just enchanting.. brawny, muscular, well built,was he a warrior or dacoit?

I gave colors to my painting. Was I really sleeping or it was my subconscious mind?... in what state of depression am I really? I'm painting someone to talk with. No, I am just putting my mind onto something. It is just an activity I like doing.

Though I read a book in the school library. It mentioned,

' Any unknown person we see in our dreams are evil souls who are only looking for a new body to reside in.'

OK, I know nothing. Everything is right, And all things are wrong. It depends on the point of view. anyway,,,

Wait, hold on,I snapped out from my overthinking, am I seeing things? Why is this painting glowing so damn blinding bright? Am I still dreaming? Did I not paint this in real or what? Why is the Tindle effect happening without sunlight? In my room?

'Inhale air', I'm hearing things now, that same chanting and auspicious loud clanging of bells getting louder.. Can no-one hear these sounds? We are rich, but not Victoria Buckingham Palace Rich. Someone should be here by now or there might be someone banging on my door, but due to inside noises, I can't hear what's going on outside. I don't want to take my eyes off the painting. idk it's a present continuous thing, but something is being written on the painting itself. inquisitively, I realized, I am experiencing something spiritual.

What is going on? Am I awake or not? I want to keep my eyes open. I feel obtunded.

My brain responsiveness is dead locked. I am too slow to process what is all happening. But nature has its own plan. Gravity works in swirling motion. When I fell on the cold floor, the only support I could get was to keep myself still aware of my surroundings.

- "MEDUSA...." I woke up at 7:00 am. "KYLEEE!!!' my mother shouted from the living room. I sprang up on the spot. "You had better dress up for school by the time I come to check on you. I ran to my attached fresh room, bathing, brushing, combing my tangled hair, everything simultaneously. for a micro second I felt dream man's reflection on my mirror staring back at me, while brushing. but then disappeared that might be just a illusion or my hallucination. leave don't worry.

None can match my speed under pressure,

I came down the stairs wearing skinny-black jeans and a big black tee. A bright pink highlighted chunk of fat front flair, nose ring and big queen crown forefinger ring are my candy shop accessories I wear on a regular basis.

" Yes Mom", she was busy setting the breakfast table with my brother.

" Can you for once wear something decent ?' she commented, looking up at me.

My brother just took a 3-4 second glance at me and went back to the kitchen to bring milk carts for everyone .

" Mom, you know, wearing these, I feel confident and strong." I explained, while engulfing her in my bear hug..

" OK,.. but you are giving those rude girls vibes wearing this hooded eye makeup, bully attire. School outfits should be more of warm colors. What do you think?" she insisted with concerned eyes and a gentle smile.

" Yes, you are correct. Other kids do wear those girlie, butterfly-colored clothes in school",'I scrunched my nose." but Mom! Everyone has their own personality, and I'm extremely comfortable with the way I am." I confessed my point of view, taking a bite of the bread omelet from my plate on the table, beside my brother.

She glared at me from her armchair holding her cup of green tea.

" Mom, just asking if you are aware that you are invading my personal space!" I asked, risking a glance at her to check her temper.

" Kid, you come out of my personal space." Noah, my brother and I looked at each other astonished. Working on some kind of telepathy, we concluded that she is indeed angry at the moment.

"Is it a home or school for the deaf and mutes? What gestures are being played?" Mom asked.

"Mom, would you please pick up my clothes for me. Today is my really important meeting with a client." My brother gave a flop try to divert this "CLOTHES" topic.

"Don't try to change the topic. And where is Ashley? Why is she not at the table yet? Call her right now." my mom growled.

"It's pointless to convince you," he said imperceptibly."Let me serve you tea."

'hm',she took a sip and made an awful face," Ugh! What bad tea! I lost all the taste in my mouth. When will you learn to make good tea?" Noah just looked the other way to stifle his laugh.

I exhaled, as lightly as I could, and tried my luck to escape the turmoil. No one knows what next moment holds up.

" What's wrong?"mom asked sharply." She has no sense of dress, neither any table manners. always on the phone, why do you go to school? I have never seen you studying! Madam, the faces of the children who study can be recognized in one blink."

Folding my bread to take away, I ran to the outer area yelling,"Mom, I 'm leaving. I love you! Seeya in the evening."

" Fix your attitude before you enter this house ever again!" I am far away enough now to hear her yelling back.

and for a matter of fact, I was already running late. So, I decided to take a short cut. Everyone always warns me about "the woods" . Actually, nothing happens here, because everyone fears this route, and the aftermath is,

This path is peaceful and quiet. Walking, humming my favorite melody, I got wind of some fading ringing of bells. Beguiled, my steps began following the sound, where the bells were getting louder.

"Medusa come.." my heartbeat is thumping aggressively. It's like deja vu. the numerous sculptures of Greek gods,chanting mantras, unaware of my surroundings. I don't know when I was out on the main road, where the deafening honking of a car was coming near. shutting my eyes steadfastly.

I have no idea how to narrate it, but the entire thing stopped. The Dreamman painted. I was in his secure hold with him, and his other hand was blocking that car. I gaped at him, with wide eyes.

'Who are you?' I wanted to ask him but in the phase of shock my words were dead inside my throat.

" You are Fine Medusa," he assured.I blinked. He vanished.

I rubbed my eyes multiple times,stunned by what had occurred. Maybe I'm officially crazy or mentally ill.

" What was that?" the car owner came out astonished.