Got bored so wrote this
Alessa's Dream
Rain pours outside my window. A gift from the Heavens, sent to ease my scorched, infected skin. But, its untouchable. Teasingly out of my reach. Through my mind's eye, I can picture the clouds raining down on me as I dance with carefree grace. But the water soon turns to blood, almost drowning me in its vile putridness.
Despite the life I've lived, I used to dream of nothing but beauty. My favourite dream was always the same: I'm sitting, by myself, in green fields, lined with rows of the most beautiful flowers. The sun shines with all its might, as a stunning butterfly touches down upon my finger. By a beautiful lake, deer graze in the distance. That dream has since changed now. The warm grass turns to cold, rusted metal. The flowers in their bed wither and die. The sun bleeds into an angry red and disappears through thick, black clouds. The humid air turns icy and it begins snowing, as fog envelopes me within its grasp. I can no longer see anything around me, expect the friendly insect that remains on my finger - Alice found the baby had turned into a pig as she escaped with it from the Duchesses house - I find the once beautiful butterfly, blossoming into an ugly, disgusting moth...
I overhead the doctor and my mom talking. The doctor is suggesting I be moved down to the basement today, as I'm apparently drawing unwanted attention, and this way, I can be better monitored. I don't want to be moved. I feel a little bit safe with the other patients around me. I know none of them talk to me as they're scared of what I look like, but I still like to be in their company. A little boy, younger than me, always tried speaking to me. One day, he made me a get-well-soon card. It made me cry inside. He passed away a couple of days later due to problems with his lungs. I could hear his mother's screams from down the corridor. They echoed through me for days. I didn't know his name and I can't remember what he looked like, just an invisible shadow to me, now. But I'll never forget his innocence and kindness. It moved me in a way I've never felt before.
*My best friend Claudia, still hasn't come to visit me, and now with them moveing me to the basement soon, I don't think I'll be seeing her again.
I awake in a new room. There's not a trace of light in here. Something like this would've scared me half way to death before the fire and the nightmares. Now, there's nothing worse out there than what's going on inside my body and mind. Awake, I feel nothing but pain...asleep, I hide in dark corners so the monsters can't find me. I'm living a life - no - enduring an existence that will never end. But, its my burden to bare...it would end if I was to give up my soul...but why should I? Why should I give the bad people want they want? They want me to fade away from this world as the mother of its destroyer. I refuse that and I always will. I don't know how strong I have to be, but I recall the survivors from one of my favorite books, The Lost World. The horrors and terrors they had to endure in order to survive and some of them managed it. I'm going to be like that. I'm going to be a survivor. If not for myself, then for the people out there who are kind and good hearted. People like that little boy who gave me the card...I didn't think anybody was like that, as I've never really been shown any kindness from anyone...But, my faith has been restored and all because of finally knowing and feeling the innocence and beauty that life contains. I can't see those things anymore, but I know they exist...and if that god was to be born, they'll wither and die, just like the beauty from my dream. I can't allow that to happen. So, once they try to finish what they started, I'll make they're in for a surprise...they can't finish without a soul and that life inside me will cease growing. I have a better understanding of how my powers work...and I also know that if I do this, I'm going to be trapped in the darkness of nightmares for a long time.
It must be done...
I have a new dream now and I intend to live it, until death takes me...