I soon regained my composure
But with much pain I began to remember
I began to remember the rest of the chosen one's recollection:
Maybe I'm dreaming. . .I must be dreaming. I will wake up soon. Paul will be alive and the book would not have ever existed. Only in my head.
My eyes closed and the curtains came down. The nightmare was over.
But then, I heard a faint cry beside me. Another vision had immediately formed in my mind.
"Help me," I heard the voice whisper. "Paul, please."
I looked beside myself. There lay Ebony, her chest heaving. Tears were running down her pale face. Her lips were painted with blood, splattering on her body.
Paul knelt beside her. His hand was placed beside her head, holding her up so she wouldn't drown in the excessive blood draining into her throat.
"Ebony, breathe slowly. Don't die on me. . . "
"I want to be with. . . you." Her voice started to fade slowly. "Please, help me die. Put me out of my misery."
He looked her up and down.
"Ebony," he said, a look of despair on his face. "Close your eyes. It should be fast. You won't feel a thing."
He hesitantly put her head down. Blood fell back into her mouth and overflowed. I knew she couldn't breath; she was dying, drowning in her own blood.
I tried to cry to Paul and tell him to let her live, but my voice wasn't there. I wasn't even present in the dream. I couldn't say one word. My best friend was dying. And I couldn't scream for her. I could only see the life gradually leave her dark blue eyes.
I built enough strength to part my lips to yell out to Paul, but I was still refrained from speech.
Ebony began to choke, blood spurting from her mouth. Her chest heaved heavily, then suddenly stopped.
"NO!" I screamed. Only in my mind. . .
Paul placed his hand over her eyes and closed them slowly. She was dead.
I felt a tear build up in my eye. Then suddenly, my vision was blurred.
Ebony opened her eyes. She began to stand up on her feet.
I was frozen in amazement. She was alive!
But then I realized she was dead. She did stand up, but she was leaving her body behind. Her soul was leaving with Paul.
My best friend was gone.
Dream on, number three. . .
I shall find you. . .