Chapter Six: Night Terrors:
Anna sat in the darkness with her journal as she rebelled against sleep. Her mind had become tangled with the past. The woman couldnâ€™t understand it; her dreams ended during grad school. Why have they resurfaced after five years? He canâ€™t be coming for her now, could he?
Anna shut her eyes to block him out, but saw the feathers on the sand again. That angel shouldnâ€™t have died. What did she do to get involved with him? Anna opened her eyes and opened her desk drawer. She ran her fingers along the filled notebooks. She drew out the â€™03-â€™04 one. Anna opened it up and read the first page.
I saw her again last night; the woman wrapped up in ribbons. I donâ€™t know who she is. I donâ€™t think Iâ€™ve seen her in real life. I always see the red ribbons first. She looks caught up in them like a fly in a spider web. Sheâ€™s not in pain, however. I canâ€™t describe what she feels. I just remember ribbons.
The ribbons are so blood crimson. They almost drown out the woman. Her skin looked a cool white. She doesnâ€™t struggle. She just stays in her prison. I canâ€™t understand it.
Such a deep red; it almost blocks her out. Her wings seem to pop out at me. The feathers look rather sharpâ€¦
Anna froze up at those words. She never could put a meaning to that dream. The therapist tried to suggest many meanings to it. Anna would nod and pretend to agree. It was better that way. She didnâ€™t care about the meaning by that point. The woman wanted to why it kept occurring.
Didnâ€™t see her tonight; she comes and goes. Iâ€™m lucky sheâ€™s a benign dream. I hadnâ€™t had a violent nightmare yet. Not since that nightâ€¦
Annaâ€™s heart ached as she remembered Daisukeâ€™s death. That night seemed to have set off her dreams; or was it days before high school graduation? Both traumas from the events had become muddled up in her head. Anna sat back in her chair and looked at the ceiling. Her mind was just going in circles again. A knock on the door brought Anna back to earth.
â€œYes?â€ she whispered.
â€œAnna-san?â€ a tiny voice whispered. The woman looked up to see her door was opened a crack.
â€œYoko-chan?â€ Anna asked softly as she blinked confused. The door slowly slid open and the little girl stared at her. She had on a dark blue puppy nightgown with her hair down. Anna couldnâ€™t understand why she was here.
â€œYoko-chan?â€ she asked, â€œWhat are you still doing up?â€ The little girl eyed her.
â€œWhy are you still up?â€ she asked.
â€œUhâ€¦â€ Anna said sheepishly as she glanced away. â€œCouldnâ€™t sleep,â€ she admitted.
â€œWhy?â€ Yoko-chan asked. Anna bit her lip.
â€œWellâ€¦â€ she said as she looked down at her lap.
â€œBad dreams?â€ the little girl asked. Anna looked up surprised. Yoko-chan only stared at her as the woman found herself at a loss for words. Even a little kid could see that she was having problems. The woman looked down at her feet.
â€œYou could say that,â€ she said in a low voice. Yoko-chan said nothing as she walked into the room and sat down next to Anna on the floor. It was then the woman decided to do something about her nightmaresâ€”again.