Her

I see my ceiling, black in the darkness, sweat on my brow, her again, it can’t be her. But who is she? And how can she follow my mind. How can she pierce the veil of my thoughts, see my secrets and hunt me in my sleep. No one should have that kind of power. No one living that is.



It is light now, the sun is shining the day has begun. I strap on my boots, tie a cloak around my neck and with one last look at the pattern of my roof I leave. No time for breakfast. People need me. The sun is rising to my left cloaking me in shadow, ‘good’ I think, that’s the way it should be. Who am I to these people but a service, no different from police or doctors but less friendly. Less welcomed. I don’t know how one becomes a dream wielder, but once you have those powers your life is forfeit to the job. I was 15 at the time there was this one girl I loved, but my powers pushed us apart for you see people don’t like things that they can’t comprehend and no one understands a dream wielder.
As in all stories it started on a warm summers night I was going down to sleep, my family was still awake, my life seemed so full. The night was warm and as my eyes drooped shut for the night my families would soon droop shut forever. For you see dream wielders do exactly as the name implies they wield dreams. There are 2 dream wielding technics; injection, and subjection. Injection is where the dream wielder delves into the clients mind and is able to do things such as manipulate their thoughts or read their mind. This is the most common task for a dream wielder. Subjection is far more unstable. By using subjection the dream wielder is able to pull parts of a client’s imagination into the real world. While cases that require this are rare and subjection is far more risky than injection it is usually the first form of dream wielding a person uses.
With the different aspects of dream wielding in place I will now draw you back to my story I was going to sleep and that night I had a nightmare and this nightmare corresponded with my dream wielding abilities awakening and as you would have guessed the results were catastrophic. At 15 I lost my entire family and I am to blame.
I’ll bring you back to the present for now; the door is open as they said it would be and there he is lying asleep on a couch. My hands start trembling, I steady myself, I’ve done this before. And just like that my hand starts glowing blue and I shove it through his head and close my eyes. I’m inside his mind now voices are screaming everywhere but there is one sound that rings true, one sound that everyone reacts to above all else, there is a child crying somewhere. I urge my body to move and suddenly  I’m flying through this glowing world that is his mind visions flashing past me, visions of family, friends, lovers, birthdays, ,celebrations. But as I approach the crying child the memories turn darker. I find myself crying as I see a memory, for it was not of me, but of my father when he was my age. My father and this man, this client were playing by a river when out of no-where a body fell from the sky, as it landed the area around me shifted and I fell onto a patch of grass. It was dark here, I was but a few feet from the child and just when I thought I had gotten to the centre of this it started raining and the rain soon flooded the area around me. I started falling and then it all went black.
My eyes click open there’s a blue haze. Shapes are being spun around me like ink running through water; it’s beautiful but in the same way a fire can be beautiful. It’s beautiful but it’s bad and I’ve got to move on. Clouds appear, the rain is spreading where can I go, I’m plummeting and then there’s the place I was before, the grass and the child. I am entranced by this scene, it looks like something out of some abstract painters dream, well it is out of someone’s dream.  We are all just floating in water, I swim over to the child and reach out to him, I try to speak “hi”. Big mistake, it was just one word but my lungs started filling with water. I swim up, the headache has started, I’m feeling dizzy, up, up. And I break the water above the water, gasping for air.  Above me memories are forming and falling apart, who is this child and why is he here. I watch the memories for clues the one with my father reappears and I get to properly watch it. I watch the body fall and I get a better look at it, it’s the child, falling into the river. They watch by as the body is dragged under, my father spoke first “shouldn't we save him?”
“are you crazy do you want to die”
“what should we do then?”
“just forget that we were ever here, there was no body, we don’t even know who they are”
I can’t believe it they watched this child die. It explains it all though, the water, the child. The flooding was the child drowning. This is why I was called, he wants me to erase the guilt of him leaving the child behind. This is all I need to see.

With that I am out of this man’s mind and back into reality, there are no swirling colours only the darkness in this dim room. I wake my client up he is shaking. I attempt to speak but my words come out slurred. I was in his mind for too long, I’m too tired. I stumble for a moment and then I say it, the only thing I can think of “why didn’t you save him?”
“You don’t think I wish I could relive that moment?”
“Have you really changed that much since then?”
He cracked he is screaming at me “Do you know what it’s like to make one spur of the moment decision and be forced to live with it forever!?”
“You don’t know anything about me I’m the reason my family are dead! You can never understand the pain I went through!” I run out the door, what would normally be only a short walk took half an hour in my exhausted condition. All the while my mind wresting with thoughts, was he really that wrong for not saving the child?, and why did I get so angry at him, I usually keep my personal life personal so why am I suddenly letting it out? I ponder this question for a while, even though I knew the reason all along. It was her, but who is she, and what is she doing to me?