Dear Dream

Chapter 2: Where Is She?

Dear Torturous Dream,

This dream, the one that took place long after the first chapter. This time, I was woken in a place completely stranger to me. There was a big house, big family, big garden and all screaming the wealth this property possess.

I don't know how I came to this place, because I never once desire of such monstrous thing. It's true that I always wanted to be rich, but nothing of this place I ever wish to have, in fact it's completely opposite of my dream house.

Suddenly, I saw a familiar face. Of course I would recognise her snow skin and pretty face, it was her, my best friend and dear beloved 'M'.

A woman approach us, she was also of a great beauty and elegance. She said that she was the owner of this place, told us to feel like home and do anything as we wishes. No other family member greeted us beside her, they all indulge themselves in their own little world, almost looking like a lifeless corspe with those silence and motionless body.

I also saw other people, all stranger but seem like a close people to me in this dream. I walk through the garden of those mysterious place, trying to absorb as much beauty as possible.

But things doesn't seem right.

It was wonderful and pretty indeed, but something tells me that it doesn't end on that. I feel cold and scared, like some monster will soon came to eat me whole.

But I still continue my journey which seems endless and even reach beyond that huge property. I also remember meeting an adult man when I was walking along the road, who with all his happy face seem to just came back home from working overseas.

He came and goes, easily like the wind blows.

I also decided to return to that mansion again, though my uneasy feelings still stay with me.

And then I remembered myself running around that same house, that same garden crying and sobbing.

"Where is she?" I ask myself.

M was no longer there, how foolish I could be to just leave her in this place I was incredibly scared of.

Between those tears, I hear a laughter from the people living on these mansion. I saw their darkened face, white eyes and pale skin. Using all their energy to laugh at my foolishness.

I was angered beyond explanation, I saw a shovel beside me and hit them as hard as possible. Everywhere I hit them, they dissolve easily like they are made of dust but the laughter don't stop.

My mind told me to go to the little house on top, and so I did.

There I saw her, the same woman who greeted us sitting silently. But once she saw me, she laugh at me like everyone else out there.

I shouted at her while hitting her, demanding to know where she hid my friend.

But she doesn't answer.

Only laughing and laughing and laughing.

And when I was to give the last hit, she point at the mirror behind me.

As I look through that mirror, I finally saw her. Tied up and wounded. A sense of relief flowed through me as I hit the mirror and move any obstacles that stop me from reaching her.

But then......

Only the empty closet was there to meet me, I called out her name in hope of her answer. But nothing.

Please, not her. She is too precious to be easily lost, not the beautiful and lovely her. Even a strand of her hair is more important than one's life. You can take me, not her.

I prayed to everything and everyone.

And with an attempt to add salt to my scar. The woman told me that I'll never find her again. I hit her painfully and she too dissolve like the other.

I kneeled there, tears wetting down all my face. Grieving the lost of her, and that continues forever.

I was never more happy to wake up from a dream, a torturing dream.