Dreamless World

[AUTHOR'S VOICE] 

"Oh, Moon Goddess! I humbly request, please take away this pain. I am unable to breathe — my lungs are filled with smoke that hiss; I cannot scream my lungs out. Please heal my soul…!"

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Hesitatingly, a pair of startling chartreuse eyes slowly opened only to collide with a heavy set of bright dots that evilly pulsated effortlessly, to make the one who has just woken up from a dry, dreamless world, groan in response to their blinding reflections. 

There, Ophelia lay on the tiny bed that squealed pitifully as she was manoeuvring to move her body which felt unusually heavy. Move? No, that was incredibly impossible and hard. Just as she was attempting to move at least her feet, every inch of her body was quickly embraced by an unbearable pain that sharply resonated everywhere in her muscles. 

Her tiny figure was shivering as if she had been struck by a bullet — she was feeling very cold. "W-where…!?" Ophelia opened her mouth, trying to speak but was swiftly thwarted by an oxygen mask, that covered both her nose and mouth. Her eyes unsteadily began touring the foreign room that she was inside but alas, her attempt was labelled as fail, for her eyelids suddenly became too heavy to lift. 

"What…is going on?" The puzzled young woman silently investigated as soon as she felt her facial muscles become numb. Her eyes were lazily closing themselves on their own — arrogant as she thought because she yearned to have a better glance at the room she was in; she humbly wanted to know where she was but it seemed her wishes were not to be granted. 

Her vision was on the verge of blacking out and when she was not expecting it, she lost consciousness and fell again, into an abyss of a dreamless world, where the only thing she saw was grey and blue. 

There, Ophelia dreamt of the fading colours of life, she saw a deep void that had no bottom or top. She felt her body floating in the air and every time she tried to scream, only prisoned whimpers escaped from her numb lips. "Is this the…end?" She silently cried. A waterfall quickly flowed down upon her cheeks but not for long when there suddenly was a blinding light that quickly sent her head into a world of trance. 

Her figure was bathed in a white light that slightly made her skin glow. Right now, the only thing she could think of was a place called Paradise — a place which she was told that all sanctified souls dwelled after death, including her parents. Her unruly heart willingly jumped out to her throat when she thought of finally meeting with her 'rents — a chance to finally put her heart to rest. 

She smiled as brightly whilst closing her eyes, hoping helplessly that at least this wish was granted. Slowly, Ophelia opened her eyes immediately when she felt her naked feet touching the cold floor — quickly sending shivers all over her figure. "Mama…papa! I have arri…! W-what?" Ophelia aired with a very wide, beaming smile that swiftly dwindled a second when she had opened her eyes, for them to collide with a pair of bright, golden eyes with a small touch of steel, glaring at her. 

Her heart swiftly began hammering itself against the walls of her chest, making it hard for her to breathe. This was not Paradise…and how much did her heartbreak when she saw the familiar sights pasted on her figure?

Darkness, coldness and bitterness mightily resonated in the lifeless features of a man whose gigantic figure was terrifyingly looming over hers. A loud pang of insecurity and fear of the unknown suddenly rumbled in the back of Ophelia's ears. Her hands fell to the sides as energy escaped from her tiny being. Nothing was making sense — now she knew very well that this was no Paradise. 

Small ragged gasps quickly escaped from her lips that had become dry — there was nothing she knew to do, her mind was frantic with thoughts that only pierced into her heart, breaking it apart like it was nothing. "W-what…is going on? It's…him!" She stuttered as she felt a lump rising in her throat. 

Cold air abruptly bit into her lungs while at the same time, kissing her very wet skin. Ophelia tried not to breathe as she looked back into the eyes of a man whom she knew was going to hurt her, again. A thin layer of sweat covered the nape of her neck, swiftly sending chills that kept her veins that were cluttered by poisonous aghast, hostage. 

"You…!" 

Ophelia spat in a wobbling whisper but still, nothing seemed to change in the gaze of the man as his eyes were burning with emptiness and passionate rage. He froze right a breath away from her, staring deep into her eyes as if he was chewing over something — he never said a word and yet, Ophelia could hear his heart beating as fast and furious. A frown between his eyes never disappeared and it was not promising to go anywhere — so it seemed. 

"Lo siento!" The man suddenly aired when Ophelia's lungs were starting to burn with terror that made her whole being shudder. Familiar — those were very familiar words and a second after they were aired, Ophelia's eyes widened with confusion that was openly colliding with shock. Not that she knew what the words meant but because she had heard them before, coming from his lips. 

"...!"

Just when Ophelia was about to speak something, the man punctured a sword in her stomach — not too rushed and not even putting too much effort, the man removed the sword without hesitation. 

A whimper flew out of Ophelia's mouth as she closed her eyes that were radiating her pain. Her heart suddenly stopped beating and only for a split second. 

Thither, the young lady sharply opened her eyes and this time, she found herself in the same room she had woken up from. 

"DREAM!" 

There on the bed, she gasped and gulped for air whilst her trembling fingers clenched the bedsheets. There was a hideous wrinkle on her forehead, hiding behind thousands of little watery dots that dangled and shimmered as she helplessly heaved deep, loud sighs. 

Ophelia could not scream — unfairly; she silently cried while drawing air into her system, hoping to soothe the pain that was suddenly resonating in the deepest corners of her figure. [An intense, sensitive tingle — a very familiar severe electric shock where she was stabbed.]

Hot — Ophelia was feeling very hot as if she was lying next to a hissing lake of lava. Her lips, on the protection of the oxygen mask, became pale blue as tears made a wobbly stream on her colourless cheeks. "She is back. Please calm down, dear. You are alright!" A husky, acidic voice rang out, puncturing into her ears — it was a woman's voice. 

Her eyes quickly darted from one place to the other, searching intensely for the owner of the voice but she could not see anyone. Her body was shivering — shuddering as if it had been poured by cold water. 

"Quickly, give me the sedative!" The same feminine voice ordered and in split seconds, Ophelia felt something being injected into her arm. "No…!" She cried but only in her thoughts. Again, her vision was becoming blurry, almost dark. The thought of going back to "that" ugly dream really broke her heart. No! It did not sit too well with her; she desperately fought as hard to stay awake but whatever was injected in her arm was too strong for her fight. 

"Help…no!"  

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