Sleep with in a dream

[Renee]

It’s cold. The sun is high in the sky and she can feel its rays on her skin. She opens her eyes and has to blink as they adjust to what she hasn’t seen in a year. It is so bright and has a beauty to it that she feels she had forgotten along time ago. She sets up and looks around and a thought comes to her. Though she is cold it is clear that she should not be. As she gets up and is able to see over the tall grass she can see the many flowers in bloom. She takes a deep breath to enjoy the the scent of the many wildflowers that are surrounding her but all she can smell is a coppery metal. It triggers a memory in her brain and the smell is named. Blood.

She looks herself over to see if the scent is from her but as she looks down at herself, it is not her body, well not as it should be. The sound of water catches her ear and she quickly runs for it. Pushing through the tall grass and that seems to slow her down and almost absorb her. She keeps pushing as the sound gets stronger. At last she is able to burst out of the grass that seems to have a hold on her and she is at the banks to a river. She looks down into the clear water and she sees herself. She hasn’t been able to see herself in over a year and it seems she still won't be able to. She is no longer the twenty something she had been. She is younger. Maybe the age of seven or eight.

Her hair is long again and in the vertical curls that her mother use to put them in. Her cheeks still hold a rose color to them and her eyes still seem to have life to them. She blinks at herself in the water for a moment before someone appears behind her. She holds her breath as she slowly moves her eyes towards it’s reflection. Her eyes lock onto the things eyes. They are black. They are soulless. They seem so cold that it chills her even more. She slowly reaches her hand into the water not taking her eyes off of the thing behind as she feels around and grabs hold of stick that was just under the water.

She counts to herself before forcing herself around, swinging the stick wide so as to hit what is behind her. She spins as the stick goes through the form as though it was never there. She watches in awe as the black lifeless eyes turn blue and for a moment she feels safe and warm as she looks into those eyes. As she blinks again the form is and she alone again and cold.

She falls down to her knees at the rivers edge as she looks back into the water. What was that thing? Where was she?What had happened? She watched herself again in hopes that her reflection would answer but she knew it could not. She searched the water for the form again but to no avail. She found herself getting tired as the sound of the lightly flowing watered seemed to sing to her. She began to rock herself from side to side as she sat back and pulled her knees to her chest. Her eyes became heavy and she felt herself drifting off to sleep.

There is a noise that reaches her ears and wakes her from her almost slumber. It is not the sound of the water that she was use to now. It seemed to be a woman singing though she had no clue who or where this woman could be. She had not seen anyone the whole time she had been here. There was the form but she didn’t know if that was a person or not. All she could make out was the eyes. She stood up and looked around for a moment. The song seemed to be all around her. She turned as she tried to pinpoint the direction of the song.
As she spun, a gust of wind wraps itself around her and stops her spinning. She is facing away from the river now and where the grass had been tall it is now shorter.There is house across the field. It is large. White. Black roof. The wind stops and she turns back around and the river is gone. There is only grass again and the smell of blood is stronger. She turns again towards the house and now it is closer and she tell just how huge the building is. She seems to be back in the middle of the field again. She looks up above the house and the sky seems to brake.

Where she is now is bright, blue, and clear. Where the house is, however, is dark. The sky looks angry and mad. As though it were alive and could kill. As she watches the swirling mass of clouds over head a movement catches her eye. Something is on the roof and as she darts her eyes to it, it is gone again.The song is still going and now seems to becoming from the house. She knows the house now that she looks at it closely. It was her home and the place of so many unwanted memories.

She feels herself being drawn to the home. It is like the call of the sirens as it brings her in. She starts to walk closer and closer. She hears another voice call out “Sweet! Sweet!” She had not been called that in almost twenty years. Her mother had been the only one to call her that. “Sweet! Sweet!” She found herself running towards the voice now. She felt tears running down her face as she thought of her mother. “Sweet! Sweet!” The call became pained and she ran harder than before. Her bare feet braking sticks under them and landing on rocks. She tripped several times before making it to the porch.

She stopped there. The door flung open and she could see the darkness inside. “Sweet!” Again the voice rang out in pain and fear. “Help me!” She forced herself to go up the few steps that lay before her. She crossed the porch and took in every creek and crack of the wood till she reached the door. She peered in and saw only darkness. She lifted her foot again to enter the house but was stopped. “Renee!” A voice. This time male came from the darkness. She looked up and saw the blue eyes again. They were coming towards her. In one breath she felt arms around her and the force of being pushed to the ground.