What is a dreamer? children would ask.
An adult would say, they are those who are about to fully awaken.
So what is the difference between a mundane and a dreamer?
Dreamers possess a fortified body, for a mundane to lift a car they needed to risk breaking their body yet for a dreamer it didn't matter, lifting a car with ease, such is a Dreamer. Even tearing a mundane apart is doable with their bare hands.
Two victims, husband and wife now inside the emergency room, the culprit? their child.
Outside the room, Cassia lay waiting on the bench. The silence was deafening.
Paranoia deafened everything. Her parents' voice couldn't be heard until it was too late.
"Cassie..."
"Mom...!?"
"huff... huff... It's fine now... we are here." It was her mother's voice, terribly faint.
Finally Cassia was able to calm down. If only she could see the state of her parents. The father's jaw torn away, still being held by Cassia. The mother, her ribcage pushed inward.
Both in a critical state, fortunately the advancement of medicine and technology ensures the two might survive.
'I was this close to killing them...' clenching her arms into a fist. As though she held the intestine of both her parents. Shards of their bone all over her. Had she continued rampaging all over her room, the parents might not be recognized anymore.
Her face contorted, so much so it broke her beautiful image. Gritting her teeth, cracks forming on her molars.
'was my vision wrong...?'
"It can't be." What she saw is a man not two people. Not her parents.
Denial.
Knowing she couldn't remain at the hospital everyday. She had to return home.
Now, Cassie only wished her visions to be true. To justify her hysteria. Cassia was desperate for an escape. The idea of being wrong made her look like a heartless daughter.
Survival isn't guaranteed they say, her parents' death could be upon her. Forever carrying her guilt.
Despite her parents still being alive, each step felt heavier. Shackles made from her guilt, binding her every move. It was suffocating, impossible to escape.
The telephone wrang.
"I don't wanna know... I can't."
Moving to the opposite direction, she grabs the remote. Just to block out the noise coming from the telephone. Increasing the volume.
Yet the phone rang clearly, it felt louder than the before. Screaming at her.
"Cassie...!"
"Mom...!?"
"How could you!"
Anxiety clear in her eyes, she moved to the telephone. Her hands rummaging through the table searching for it.
'where is it!?'
Finally grabing it, she slowly listened.
"Hello...? is this the residence of the dreamer Cassia?"
Silent, she couldn't speak. Choked by her own denial.
"Hello~? I'll call back lat-"
"Yes, it's me Cassie- I mean Cassia. Sorry for the delay..."
Moments past, it felt quiet despite the noise coming from the television. The longer it took the more dry her throat becomes. Every gulp felt like thorns being swallowed.
"Dreamer Cassia... I'm so-"
Thud!
The telephone was thrown away, breaking into pieces.
"AHHHH!"