Baby's POV
God: "Are you okay, baby?" the old man asked gently, his eyes filled with concern.
I nodded slowly. "I'm okay now... Let me tell you the rest of the dream."
Cici: "Oh, yeah! Tell us! But don't push yourself too much, okay?" Cici said, scooting closer, his voice filled with worry.
God: "Yes, it's okay if you don't remember everything," the old man reassured me with a kind smile.
I took a deep breath, trying to recall the strange dream. It always felt so real, like it wasn't just a dream but something more... something important.
"Hmm... yeah, so... I felt pain... so much pain. My whole body hurt. I saw my hand, and... a-and it was covered in scars and cuts..."
I paused, gripping the blanket tightly as I tried to remember more.
"There were shadows... I could see them moving around me. I was lying down... I wanted to speak, but I couldn't. My throat felt stuck, like something was blocking me from making a sound."
God: "It's okay... Can you see them clearly? The shadows?" he asked, his voice calm but serious.
I shook my head. "No... My vision was blurry... But they were there. I could feel them watching me."
I bit my lip, trying to fight off the fear creeping into my chest. Cici gently placed his hand on mine, his warmth making me feel a little safer.
Cici: "It's okay, baby... You don't have to force yourself."
I nodded, but I wanted to continue. "And then... I saw a girl."
God: "A girl?"
"Yes... she was lying on the floor. Her body was covered in red... so much red... I think... I think it was blood."
Cici gasped, and even the old man's expression darkened.
God: "Did you see her face?"
I shook my head again. "No... Her face was covered in red too. It looked like she was sleeping... but deep down, I think she was dying."
A strange tightness formed in my chest, and I placed a tiny hand over my heart. "I wanted to help her... I tried to move closer, but every time I reached for her, I woke up."
Silence filled the room. Cici squeezed my hand gently.
Cici: "Oh... Don't worry, baby. It's just a dream... right?" he asked, looking at the old man for reassurance.
God: "Hmm... I'm not sure," he murmured, stroking his beard. "Baby, do you always see the same dream?"
I nodded. "Yes... it's always the same. The pain, the shadows, the girl... It never changes."
The old man sighed deeply, his expression unreadable.
God: "Don't worry, baby. You'll be okay."**
Even though he said that, I could feel something was wrong. He was hiding something... but what?
I looked up at him, my small fingers curling around Cici's. "Old man... who is that girl?"
The room fell silent. The old man's eyes widened just a little before he quickly looked away.
God: "I... I don't know yet."**
Liar.
I might be small, but I knew when someone was lying.
I frowned. "You do know. You just won't tell me."
Cici glanced between us, clearly unsure of what to say.
God: "Baby... Some things are too difficult to explain right now. But I promise, one day, you'll understand everything."**
I didn't like that answer. I didn't want to wait.
But before I could say anything else, a sudden wave of exhaustion hit me. My eyelids felt heavy again.
Cici: "Baby? Are you okay?" Cici asked, shaking me lightly.
I yawned, feeling my body relax against the soft cushions. "Mmm... sleepy..."
God: "Rest, child. You've been through enough today."**
I felt someone gently stroke my hair, lulling me into sleep. Their touch was warm, comforting—like a soft lullaby that calmed the storm inside me. My eyelids grew heavier with each passing second, and my tiny fingers curled around the blanket as I let the exhaustion take over.
But even as my body relaxed, my mind refused to rest. The image of the girl in red burned in my thoughts, haunting me like a whisper I couldn't quite understand.
Who was she?
Her lifeless body, her face hidden beneath the crimson stains… It felt familiar. Too familiar.
Why did I feel like I knew her?
The question swirled in my mind, growing heavier, deeper, as darkness pulled me into its embrace.
And then, silence.
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