Shattered Dreams, Chapter 3: Dream to Stay Up All Night


When night fell, she awoke aptly. The church was already disarrayed in darkness, but the added bonus of a nighttime made it even darker. When she woke, she looked over to see me sitting by her.

“Were you awake this whole time?” She asked, her voice barely audible.

“I was watching over you. I couldn’t have any ghosts attack you after all.” She smiled and then stood up with a yawn. She stretched, and, with that haughty attitude, said, “alright Summer, let’s go into town.”

“To get caught?”

“I wanted to get caught after I stayed up all night. At least then, before I get sold off to a new family, I can say I’m an adult, but, like you said, it probably doesn’t work like that.” She was just a dreamless girl now. But, she had potential.

“Instead, I want to go into town to see if they’re looking for me.”

“To see if they’re looking for you?”

“That’s right!” She stood tall and proud, “if I can at least have that much, leaving wouldn’t be so bad.”

“You’d be happy getting some attention?”

“Is that too much for me to ask?”

“At this point? I’m sure you’re allowed to at least ask for that much, Lottie.”

“Thank you, Summer.” I deserved no thanks, after all, I had a sinister plan up my sleeves. Though, to say it was sinister may have been too harsh on myself. And, to say I had a plan was too much for myself. It wasn’t that I didn’t have any idea what to do, it was just that it was still only a hunch. It would have been the saddest hunch I’d ever had yet. I felt like now would have been a great time to make a reference to an old Gothic novel.

As we came back to the town, somehow not losing our way, we began being aware of our steps. It wasn’t that I should have been wary of my own steps, but, with all the attention that Lottie had given me, I was practically making enough noise for a human. Although the area was dark, we both had adjusted, and, we scurried on by hiding behind telephone poles, garbage cans, and within bushes. As quiet as the town was, I was starting to believe that this story with Lottie was going to end anticlimactically anyway. Humans, after all, didn’t have the onus to uphold excitement or the interests for a being such as myself. In the end, I was just filled with an ennui that needed to be satiated.

“No one’s here,” I whispered. Even I was inclined to feel a little disheartened at those words. Not a single person was up on the streets of this lonely town, not a single flash of light, no distant whispers, no frantic steps. No one was looking for Lottie.

“I guess I was expecting too much, Summer.” She was pained. I really did begin to feel bad, at least, I tried to. It wasn’t that I was cold hearted.

“Are you going to go back home?” She didn’t answer.

“They’ll be mad at you, that’s for sure. They might beat you, but, maybe they won’t. It’ll damage the product.” I felt disgusted saying that.

“They probably expected you to come back, Lottie. That’s why no one’s worried. It’s why you’re stuck with them for a year, right? You always came back.”

“That’s right. It’s probably why I’m doing it now too. In the end, I’m still just a child.”

“But you want to be free?”

“I do.”

“You want to be an adult?”

“I do.”

“You want to be a person?”

“I do.” There was a way, for her to be all of those things. Except, if she accepted, she wouldn’t be any of those things. I gave her the choice anyway.

“You still have one more option, Lottie.” She looked at me like I was insane. To be fair, I probably was.

“I can’t convince you to do anything you don’t want to do. And, It’s not fair for me to give you this option. But, I’ll tell it to you anyway, will you allow me to do that?”

“What is it, Summer?” I told her of who I was, and what world I belonged in. I told her the things no sane human would ever believe in, as the World of the Living was made for just that, those of the living. I watched as her eyes remained blank, as she was processing all the niceties of the world she thought she knew. Then, I told her to come back with me. That is to say, to stop being human. It wasn’t that I was some kind of divine being who could turn a human into a being of a different make. No, there were others who could definitely do that, but I wasn’t one of them. But, as with who I was, as in, with the idea of my conception, I’m able to make quite a few loopholes regarding these things. This was one of the reasons why I believe I’ve been kept inside that room of mine, and why I’m so heavily monitored. That is to say, if I held Lottie’s hand while going through a door, I would bring her into my room. The rules of the world of the living would then be forfeit from her, and, she would never be able to call herself human.

It’s a concept that even I have trouble wrapping my head around. To the best of my ability, it works in a manner similar to that of evolution. Though I say this, it probably cannot be compared anyway. In short, those who call themselves humans in the World of the Living abide by human rules. They cannot fly, for one, without the assistance of machines. That rule becomes entangled in the laws of physics. Also with that law, is the discount of things like magic or the arcane. My duty to collect shattered dreams would fall under that category, that of magic. It shouldn’t exist in the World of the Living, and thankfully, I don’t exist in the world of the living. I traverse from one plane of existence to another, and it is fact that in any version of the World of the Living, no one will ever find records of my being.

But, take the records of a different plane of existence, that of which, I exist in, and the World of the Living will pale in comparison. The World of the Divine is where I preside, and, any human looking into that world will find its edifice to be crushing. As much as there are rules to respect in the World of the Living, there are rules found in the World of the Divine as well. These rules cannot intersect, that is to say, if ever the conjunction of the two is found, drastic measure is taken to correct those errors. Depending on the situation, different countermeasures are made.  With the one I offered Lottie, it would simply be that she lose all connections to the World of the Living, in other words, to stop being human. That is all. She would no longer exist in that world as a person, but, she will be free as someone of the World of the Divine. Granted, she’d be of no power, and no ilk in this world as well. Thus, the only responsible thing to do, granted I have any sense of responsibility, is to care for her within my room.

After relaying all of this information to her, I waited.

This development would have made my days much more interesting. It would bring about many implications to suddenly create a new being in this World, but she had potential. I had yet to have trouble collecting shattered dreams. No, the problem could be traced to my excessive hobby. However, even that hobby still left me empty at times. Perhaps having Lottie around, would make my days much more interesting. Would that count for a valid reason? Either way, it would have made my valiance and my influence in the World of the Divine that much stronger if I took under me a disciple.

In due time, I would figure what to do with her, I concluded.

As if enchanted by my words, or enchanted by the prospect of something so fantastical that it couldn’t possibly be true, she accepted. And so, I held onto her hand, opened the nearest door, and led her into my room, wherein she then stopped being human.

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