The flicker of my last memories flooded into the unknown of the deep depth woods as the glimmering stars rip across the peeling leaves that descended with a warming attitude past the small shoulders of those I haven't seen in ages. Her sky eyes brightened the reflection of my speechless face as her eyes flickered the crashing destruction of spirals adjusting to the splattered blood that sneered across her pale, whitest white skin.

"Althea...? Am I dreaming...?" My drenched voice slipped out into the whispering silence. I saw her hands wave in my direction, following the polished movements by gently cupping her hands under my chin. A sheepishly smile cracked across her skin, distracting me from her freezing hands that had the stench of a dead body.

"Hello, big guy, what are you doing here?" Althea lets out a giggle, keeping her unblinking, warm eyes onto my quivering eyes that began to form blinding puddles of tears and rappel down my skin that I barely felt.

"Please be real...don't be an illusion..." I instinctively wept with a sore throat, clenching my hands around her skeleton arms, trying to keep a tight grip on her so she wouldn't leave me ever again.

"Of course I'm real, you idiot, stop crying...you'll make me cry," Althea responded with a squeeze of tightness reflecting her suppressed sadness.

She acted, moved and spoke the same way as Althea, it was her...my sister, I missed you so extensively. I've been so empty these past years without you...was all the things I continued to have thoughts around after I held back my emotions and gave her a massive hug which she returned with a few joyful tears.

There she was, Althea is sitting in front of me under a shelter we decorated for fun, laughing at the young photos and beating me on the chess game with that endless happiness that came from out of her.

I wasn't restricting my voice anymore, I allowed it to speak its words of past stories that very well entertained Althea, my voice never felt so refreshing to hear as this much. It was warm, I could care less about the dead body outside where I sat.

Because I was happy, I was joyful...

"Can you stop beating me?!" I whined after getting beaten for the fifteenth time.

"Nope, I'm way out of your league!" Althea chirped loudly, scrunching my hair at any time she could grab hold of it.

"So, what are you? Are you some supernatural being?" I questioned, although most people will panic at the sight of a human shredding a head off, I was used to gore since I always watched gore things because I wanted to learn more of the body and because I was fascinated.

"Something like that...I'm uncertain myself, I would consider it, like, a form of your ghost and a mix of the guardian," Althea sincerely explained while tapping her chin plenty of times.

"Have any idea of who my Guardian is?" I excitedly asked, jetting my slumped back tall with explosions of joy.

"You're a troublemaker, so I'm sure ZoZo is your guardian," Althea snickered, hovering her index finger over her lips, showing a shush gesture.

"Then, explain this, why are you a ghost?" I stubbornly asked. It was the worst decision of my life to ask. I noticed a sudden drastic change in the room afterwards, the aura drained into the form of tight suspension. My heart painfully grasped itself tightly, giving me a hard time as I faced Althea while I started dropping onto the ground, gasping for air.

"I'm sorry, I can't tell you that yet, Aaron. It will be answered soon though, you have to be in a better mentally form before I give you that sentence..." Althea spitefully hissed with a bitter tone.

Why am I so tensed?... My eyes are soaking the lights out of my vision...no...stop...please! I don't want to pass out...No!

"Aaron! Wake up dipshit!" A familiar boy shouted, ringing me awake with a destructive boost of energy when I glanced around rapidly, seeing I wasn't in the cave at all.

It seems that I was in my tent...

Does that mean it was a dream all this time?...

FUCK.

To Be Continued...