"Ready Charlie?" the woman who kidnapped me asked.
"When you are Danni," Charlie replied from within Nissa's body, looking at me with hunger in her eyes.
One instant I looking at Nissa while pressing against a wall, the next I was in a large white room. Looking about, I saw several screens playing back scenes of my life. Gaped mouth, I walked through the forest of screens staring at all the replays.
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One was of a jazz dance recital where myself and several other little girls were dressed up as Donald Duck--all ten of us spun around and shaked our little white tutu wearing tushi's at the crowd.
[+2] Another was seeing Slimer when I was four and being scared of him.
[+3] Images of my parents divorce and the repricussions through the years.
[+4] The hell hole known as my fifth grade year.
[+5] My stunned reactions from the Oklahoma City bombing, Columbine, and 9/11.
[+6] Family weddings and other miscallanious get togethers.
[+7]There were tens of thousands more that were playing--some good, some bad; some happy, some sad; some funny, some scary--but there was one that seemed fairly recent that caught my attention.
+8
Up to about three pm, I puttered around the house. Mostly I was putting the finishing touches on my Senior Exit Project
[+9] story, but that took about two hours of revising a couple of scenes out of a four hour wait to go to work. Soon it was time to go--but before I left, I had mom braid my ponytail. Tucking the end under one of the bands holding the ponytail in place, I got in my cherry red 1991 Hyundai Scoupe and headed for work
[+10]. When I got there, I was told to expect a busy day but, as usual, the day passed pretty uneventful. Four of the usual afternoon old biddies stopped by for afternoon tea while waiting to get their 'scripts filled, a couple of kids wanting shakes--which I dreaded because out of every five milk shakes made, two would splatter everywhere and I was wearing my favorite outfit
[+11] and didn't want to get milkshake all over it. Soon enough, it was 5:30 and time for me to go home. Wishing the boss and the other helper a good night and promising I'd have fun the next day--my dad was planning on taking me boating--I left. Needing to get some gas for my car, I took my usual route to the local gas station. It was to cross Main Street and head down to First, swing a left at the school and follow the road all the way out to Highway 99. Coming to a complete stop at the stop sign, I looked right and saw the coast was clear--there was a small hill but I doubted anyone was coming over it--then looked left. Still clear even though I could just barely see past the bush. I let off the brake and put my foot on the gas. For about thirty seconds, the car refused to move then--
I thought.
If I had swung left onto mainstreet instead of going one block over to first, I wouldn't have gone out on the highway and got hit and would not have woken up here in time to save Dragon and Nogard."This is some mind you have," someone said from behind me. All the little screens dissolved as I turned around. "By far the most unusual I have ever been in."
"Get out of my mind," I growled, facing Charlie. "I don't know about other minds you've been in, but mine is one you will regret being in."
"Oh, how so?" Charlie asked.
"Because you've only been in the minds of Gaians," I replied. "You've never delved into the mind of an Earth girl."
Before Charlie could ask, he was surrounded by some of the evillest, most vile creatures I could think of from books and movies I have read and seen. There was Freddy Kruger, Jason Vorhees, Pinhead, Chucky, an Alien, a Predator, a rabid St. Bernard, an evil little leprechaun, Ghostface, Pennywise the Clown, Lord Voldemort, the Nazgul King, Shelob,
[this whole group has a +12] and a few other hellish nightmarish creatures that were waiting in my subconsious to be released. Before he could react, he was quite literally torn apart by my nightmares.
Around a single blink, I went from the white room to waking up in Dragon's house with Adam shining a light in my eyes.
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[+2] I was approximately seven years old at the dance recital.
[+3] Slimer, obviously, is from Ghostbusters and he scared the s**t out of me when I was little--he was more scary than any of the other ghosts; but now he's the coolest.
[+4] My parents got divorced when I was in kindergarten and it wasn't--and still isn't--pretty...I don't care to go into it.
[+5] For same reasons as my parents divorce, I don't care to go into the events from fifth grade.
[+6] If you're too young to remember the Oklahoma City bombing--and if Columbine is hazy in your mind--then click on the links; I doubt I need to link to what 9/11 is.