That night was restless—nothing but tossing and turning until I finally drifted off. But it wasn’t sleep. Not really. More of a sleep paralysis. The room was dark. I didn’t try to move because… well, I knew I couldn’t. But I didn’t feel the need to—until a soft white glow slowly approached from the door.
My eyes flickered down to it, scanning the figure that emerged. My heart rate spiked. I recognized that face… I hadn’t had this nightmare in a long time, though… so why now?
It was a girl, Her eyes were completely white, her dark brown hair lifted as if static electricity crackled around her. And she… was floating.
She wore the clothes of someone in a mental hospital, stained with dark patches of blood along her arms and legs. Her face was scratched up, slightly decaying at the sides. Panic surged through me as I struggled, trying to move, to wake myself up.
"Go away… please…" I tried to say, but all that came out was a small, soundless scream.Her head tilted as she slowly lowered herself to her knees beside my bed, her cold hand reaching toward my cheek.
And I felt it…
She smiled—sweet in some ways, yet terrifying in every other. "N'aie pas peur… Don’t be afraid," she whispered. Her glowing white eyes locked onto mine, and her voice came out in another hushed, eerie whisper. "This won’t hurt a bit…" She leaned in, resting her forehead lightly against mine. Her skin was ice-cold.
A blinding white light consumed the room until there was nothing left of it. And then—
I wasn’t in my room anymore…
The white faded, replaced by the soft blues and golds of a beach. I could move again, now standing on a wooden dock, with small boats lined up on the sides, bobbing up and down on the water. I took a few slow steps forward, looking around.
At the end of the dock, two children—at least 13 or 14—sat with their feet dipped in the water, legs swinging over the edge. I squinted while watching them for a moment. The boy had red hair and pale, almost pearlescent skin. Just like—
I stepped closer, peering at the boy’s face, and gasped softly. It was me…
Not me now, but a younger version of myself. And beside him sat a girl. Shoulder-length dark brown hair. The sight of her made me smile. Celeste… My Celeste.
God, I missed her…
She used to always dye her hair different colors, never letting anyone see the true color underneath, insecure about what other people would think. She beamed, turning toward the younger me. "Hey, Tommy, do you believe in an afterlife?" The younger me smirked, leaning back on the dock, one arm casually resting behind her. "Mm… do you?" She smiled, glancing out at the water."Yeah, I do. But I think of the life that comes after death more as a time to reflect on everything that happened in the life you got to live…. Or maybe a chance to visit the people you loved"
The younger me grinned. "Wow… that’s deep." She turned back to him. "Now your turn to answer the question… do you?" The words echoed, repeating over and over like a mantra.
Do you?
The memory swirled and faded, dissolving into darkness.
Do I?...
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