The last dream she had is the same dream she always have. The same location but th young version of her is nowhere to be found. Only one thing is for sure. She is doing everything to get to her, she is trying to break the glass walls that separate their poles.
There's a crack forming with visible blood stains on the other side and surely its from that young girl. She seems desperate to break it and get to her. It feels horrifying that she forced herself to wake up.
She tried so hard that she ended up waking up 8 times. There is a phase in between the awake part and the dreaming part. It is not just a psychological theory but a literal zone or space where you can find yourself. You need to inspect carefully and test if you are really awake. So she wakes up 8 times until she proved that she successfully do.
Debbie has a friend from college who used to tell her that whenever she sleeps, she goes out of her body and then that made her fear sleep. It's because she is having trouble returning to her body and th reason is there are things hindering her. At first, Debbie doesn't believe Diane however, she's her classmates for 3 years and she remembers that Diane definetely looks restless and lacking of sleep in those previous years.
There are people implanted with spiritual gifts. Some are acquired, appearing out of the blue or maybe the origin was not traced or remains a mystery. Some were really passed down throughout the bloodline. Sin, and the most generation illness, are curses that flow into the family line. On the other hand, blessings are also passed down and inherited into the family line. For example, the whole family line are gifted in music, wealth, intellect and skills. No matter how it was gained, they are the common targets. Demons cannot create anything so probably they will steal it from others. So, without the proper guidance, these gifts will only give them a white or black, either joy or troubles.
In a way, it's a good thing that her friend's trance gift ceases. In Diane's part, it's a good thing since she doesn't have the need to use it.
The most common known term for trance is astral projection. It might be the in-between zone of waking and dreaming. Where she encounter most of the time however Debbie is either unable to or not allowed to roam around the place she is located whenever she is in that zone.
They are following me, they are everywhere," she swallowed with hopes looking for someone to not only listen but understnd and tell her what to do and how to deal with it.
Yesterday, a breakdown, systems down and she was crying. The concern for mental health is not yet prioritzed in society that time. The issue is something new, like a challenge her parents have to deal with. There are treatment for the symptoms but not for the real issue.
Everything they say might be critical for the ears of a growing child. Was it puberty? What an odd puberty. They are all together in a room and it was a picture of people who don't have any idea what to do. Would being delusional help to save the case? No. Being frank but not that harsh. It might be better than ignoring it.
She was the weakest, the meekest and the most incompetent one. She is all about running, ignoring and avoiding.
Then, this guy came. It is hard for her to admit but he is her only hope. The movement had severed to something she can no longer runaway from, ignore nor avoid. And she knew that it'll raise to its peak where she can no longer do anything about it.
According to her calculation and based to what she experienced when she was younger. It will be like a moving wave that reach the threshold and travel up to its peak. Then eventually fall down back to th initial line, hopefully no platues.
"Aren't you leaving?" She asked him who is eagerly watching her doing her stuffs.
"Why do you want me to leave?" He asked.
"Because I don't like guys who played manipulation and mind games" she said.
"Huh, you don't like people who can outwit your pattern?" He stated.
"Shut up," she said, then after Debbie was silent. She continue writing and sketching.
"Do you know what is the nearest star where you can place that Dyson sphere?" He asked her, trying to find out if there are any will or form of implementation.
Irritated she answered. "I am a sciptwriter!.." She stood up. "Not a scientist, not an inventor or even an engineer" she said as she pick her things one by one. "Well, I'm going back Mr. Liam," she said emphasizingly.
"Really?" He muttered sarcastically.
"Walk out this moment and I'll be gone including all the things you needed to know," he threatened.
Surprisingly, her feet stopped. She turns around to see this fo*l
"I'm surprised with the audacity, I thought you are going with the flow pretending you did not know anythig," she said.
"As I said, No, it is not a coincidence that I met you at the pedestrian. I followed you there. I know you desperately needed me," he said with eyes confident and bold.
And it appears again that glimmering pair of eyes then return back to normal. However, which of it was normal?
"And you really had to admit that you are stalking?" She said.
Hazel, suddenly appeared. It was just a few minutes and the rumors already spread like wildfire. This newbie is realy popular. There are people who were watching them from afar. Every happenings, from the moment he approached her, she rejects him and now having a lover's quarrel, they had ben uner surveillance.
Her lunchtime is almost over.
Hazel asked, "Uhm, hey. Are you two dating?" She asked maybe she was used to asking frank questions because Debbie always prefers that approach.
"Dating?" Liam was surprised to hear that although his face looks fascinated with the word.
His face screaming 'I like that' idea.
"No," Debbie did not agree with the idea.
"Not yet but we will be, soon," Liam concluded.
"Huh, and you got the nerve to say that" she stated.
"Do you want to bet? I can make you date me," he said.
Hazel was perplexed however the idea was flowing in a single tone that she can never doubt. There is something between those two, maybe a love-hate relationship.