OLDER
CONTACT ME
DIARYLAND
2004-09-05 - 4:10 p.m.
Nikki leaned over to The Priest and said, "Why do those two have people's faces and not some kind of scar like the rest of them?"
"Those two are emotional scars that aren't represented by physical ones. The rest of them were emotional scars that had physical representation on his body, the scars on his arms and back, but those two are purely emotional. He never really got over the death of his parents, he just pushed them aside and started moving." The Priest knelt and pulled Nikki down next to him. "Priest, why are you even here? I thought this was my Dreamspace, I thought I controlled this." "This is your Dreamspace, you do control it. But people with strong connections to you or strong powers can enter it with enough will power. You told me that he had contacted you in your dreams before, so why are you questioning his ability to do so now?" "Because everything I thought I knew about reality seems to have been thrown a little off lately. Maybe you hadn't noticed but I'm sitting here in Dreamspace, which I didn't know existed up until about an hour ago, looking at three 'shades' of myself that represent my worst moments in life. So pardon me for being a little less than okay at the moment and trying to find something else to focus on." "You can't not focus on them Seven. You need to think about what they are and what they mean; you need to accept them as part of you. The longer you put that off the harder it will be to rectify the situation. Nikki and I will leave for now; we only serve as a distraction at this point. But remember we are only a thought away." And then they both faded away. I sat there staring at the three shades in front of me. The sat in the same position staring back at me. I thought about my parents. The good times that we had stuck out, but the bad times were there too. I remembered the 'Seven is seven' party they threw for my seventh birthday, inviting everyone we knew, and partying until really late at night. I remembered my mom tucking me in at night as a child, the smell of her perfume overwhelming me as she kissed my forehead and turned out the lights. I remembered my dad and I arguing about movies and books, but always seeing each other point in the end. I remembered the family renting a beach house every year for vacation and none of us wanting to leave. I remembered seeing them sitting there at graduation, mom crying, and dad smiling brightly. I remembered them the morning they left for that trip. I remembered what they looked like in their caskets at the funeral. I remembered them and I cried. When I regained enough composure to look back up at the shades the two that looked like my parents were gone. The one with the scars on its back seemed much smaller than it was before. I just stared at it and it stared back. I stood up and walked over to it, it was about half my size now. I reached out to it and it took my hand, crawled up my arm and faded into my back. The rest felt like a knife wound as they re-entered, this one felt like what it was, a horrible burn. As soon as the pain passed I thought of Nikki and The Priest. When they appeared I looked both in the eyes and said, "Let's do this."
