Ellie is a 13-year-old girl who is believed to be crazy, almost after the day she was born. It's gone to such an extent, that she herself believes that she is crazy, and embarks (with restraints) on a journey to find the truth.
I sat cross-legged on a sandy beach, feeling the frothy waves on my skin. The gentle breeze ruffled my golden hair out of my face, letting me see the beautiful scene in front of me. The sun was rising from the horizon, allowing ultramarine blue to blend into the sky's actual shade from the sun's rays. There were many boats and ships out in the sea, making me feel safe, in my dreams I was all alone, hear I could yell for help. I got up and looked to my right to see a vast mountain rising up to the sky. It was still a shade of deep blue above it. I turned to my right and gasped to see what looked like a village in the distance. This wasn't or rather, didn't look like a nightmare, so I decided to see the natives that were on the island. Maybe they would tell me secrets about my condition. They had better knowledge because they always followed the path of Mother Nature. I started walking in that direction. I looked down to see that I was walking on the beach in purple boots, boots of my favorite color. I was barefoot just a minute ago while dipping my toes in the sea. I looked at my clothes and admired a vintage 16th-century frilly white shirt with a black frock on top. I suddenly noticed the fact that I had satin gloves on, completing my pretty look.
I looked back up to see that the village was fairly close. The natives were living in tents made of sticks and some coarse cloth. The cloth had very mysterious symbols on it, that reminded me of something very familiar. I ignored the feeling and stepped close to the first, and biggest tent in the array of tents that followed it. I moved the little cloth away to create an opening, squatted, and looked inside. I jumped back after being greeted by a set of eyes that I was not expecting to see.
"Did your parents not teach you to knock?"
The voice had an extremely unfamiliar accent to it. I had heard various accents from Indians, Americans, and English, but never had I heard someone speak with such a twang in their voice.
They came out of the tent. It was a fairly old woman, presumably in her 70's. She had tattoos and painting all over her body. Her jewelry was made of shells and her clothes were barely covered. Back home, she would have been considered a Gypsy. She raised her eyebrows.
"I am asking you"
"My father left us and my mother hates me. I have grown up somewhere else, far away from my family"
She squatted and brushed the hair out of my face.
"What is your name?"
"Ellie Mancaugh"
"Do you want to know why you have nightmares?"
I looked up to see the woman looking serious. She lent her hand out to me. I took it and got up. Just then, she left my hand and I started sinking into the sand. I squirmed and struggled and tried to escape but it didn't work.
"Don't move, you'll make it worse. Put your hands straight up and open your eyes when you feel the sand reach your hands"
I did as she said. I raised my hands and closed my eyes as the sand came closer. I felt it pass through my eyelids and onto my forehead and then proceeded to open my eyes.
Hell. I saw hell. It was burning magma, and on it was thousands upon thousands of demons snarling and growling and reaching up to try and touch me. Those huge specks of black fear, the mistakes in God's plan climbed on top of each other, another human's blood dripping from their mouths, to try and drag me into my death. I felt something grip my hands and closed my eyes as somebody yanked me up. I fell into the old woman's arms and gasped for breath, realizing that I never breathed down there. I looked up at her.
"What was that for?"
"That is sentience"
Sentience, the very thing Mary had murmured when I said something about... what was it? Aah, the session number.
I looked up and saw that she was unhappy.
"What happened?"
"I have to go, and so do you"
She smiled a sad smile.
"Good morning!" she said and closed my eyes.
I opened my eyes to Mary's scared face.
