• “Hai,” a voice whispered my name carefully. “Hai.” I sleepily opened my eyes. My mother was hovering over me, a pearl silken dress hung from straps that poured from her shoulders. I pushed myself on the thick green grass. The same white dress was spilled over me, and the sliver flowers flowing in my croppy midnight hair.
    “Mother?” I asked in a hushed tone.
    “Yes, Hai, it’s me.” She wrapped her arms around me. “You know, everything is so much nicer where I am. Everyone is happy, we are never sad. You would like it there. To be happy forever, in Heaven. Wouldn’t you like that?” Her voice was as silky as the dress she wore.
    “Yes. I would like that.” She released me, placing one hand on my shoulder, one behind her back.
    “It’s very easy to get it you know. You only have to do one simple little thing. Just one small thing.”
    “And what would that be?”
    She pulled her hand out, a small dagger in her hand. “All you have to do is take this dagger at plunge it through your heart.”
    “T-through my h-heart?” I stuttered.
    “Yes through your heart. It’s that simple. And it will only hurt a little.”
    I couldn’t believe it, my own mother wanted me to kill myself. “No,” I muttered.
    “No?”
    “No I won’t do it. I refuse to kill myself. I’m better than that.”
    “Please, Hai don’t be so silly. There is nothing to be afraid off. Now please do it for me.” She said out stretching her hand with the dagger in it.
    “I said no! I would never and will never kill myself!”
    “I am your mother Hai; I know what’s best for you. And this is what’s best.”
    “So taking my life away, the only one I have is what’s best?”
    “All I want if for you to be happy. That’s all I want, for you.”
    “I won’t carry through with it no matter what you say.”
    “Please Hai? For me?”
    “No.”
    “I am your mother and you will do as I say!”
    “No mother of mine would do that to me.”
    “Such a disrespectful child. First refusing an order and now being crude. How pitiful.”
    “I will take no order of killing myself.” She carefully came up to me and placed to dagger in my hand, casing her hand over mine.
    “It’s easy. I will help you” She urged my hand forward, allowing the tip of the blade to touch my chest. I couldn’t muster the strength to push her away; instead I let her cut a slit in my mortal skin. A p***k of pain seeped through with the rust scented liquid. The red dripped over the pure white dress, leaving a trail behind itself. “Was that so hard? And it only hurt a little. Now all you have to do it sink the blade in deeper, and deeper until it reaches your heart.
    Steamy tear began to run down my face, “No.” She then pushed me to the ground, holding the dagger close.
    “If you won’t then I will.” Her silky voice had become rough. The beautiful dress now the color of crimson, and her once brown eyes were the color of bloodlust.
    “No!” I shrieked. No matter what she was going to kill me. She held the dagger close; one quick motion and I was dead. “Jesus help me,” I cried, but nothing happened. No brilliant light came down from the sky. No dove came to shield me with its wings. No band of angels came carrying swords. No eagle came and carried me on its wings. Nothing, I was as good as dead. I waited anxiously for the pain, the blood, the world fading to the darkest shade of black. I waited for the sound of angels singing, to be risen on the breath of dawn. I was waiting for the end.
    “Please Jesus, I need a miracle.” I held on to my breath and to dear life as she moved to dagger closer in.
    “I believe in your miracles!” I cried.

    I awoke suddenly, choking on tears. I couldn’t breathe. My face was drenched in tears, my heart was faster than the speed of light.
    My breath arrived, allowing my heart to slow. Something cold was placed gently in my hand. The dagger. Blood coated the tip of the silver blade. I looked down, red dripping from the wound made by my mother.
    I quickly got up and rushed to the bathroom. Without hesitation I tended the wound, and rinsed the blood from my hands. My mind was clustered with questions I could barely think through. What had happened? Did this really happen? Will it happen again? Should I tell anyone? More tears were pooling up in my red filmed eyes. I was truly terrified. I rand my fingers over and over through my hair.
    Hai, my mother’s familiar voice rang through my head. Whenever a frightening dream comes to your mind, I want you to pray the names of the angels over your bed and sing the song I taught you. It will clear your mind and help put your trust in the Lord. A memory of my mother at my bedside, pushing the nightmares away, filled my mind.
    That didn’t sound like the monster in my dream, my mother was too loving. She would never do that. I knelt down next to the bed, my t-shirt still stained with blood, and I prayed. I prayed every prayer I knew. I repeated them over and over, scattering in the words “Please save my soul” throughout.
    I then quietly began to sing, whipping the tears from my milk chocolate eyes. I looked over at the dagger, I picked it up as slid it into a drawer. I venerably folded my hands, straightened up, and began to pray again.
    “Lord, please, help make the nightmares stop. Whatever you want from me I will do. Please? I am your servant. Please help me.” I took a deep breath to ease my nerves and then ended with the prayer that Jesus taught us. “Our Father who art in Heaven………”


    Bonus Junk
    haha im posting this on April 10 2010!!!! today I celebrate my beloved chapter 6
    But for three days I have had to remember some sad things
    April 8- chapters 2,3,4
    April 9- chapter 5
    April 10- chapter 6
    Im really suprised I havent cried once! (considering I know whats going on) but the worst part was that after this chapter the heat starts to build up. BUT MY TECH TEACHER SOLD ME A FRICN $11 flashdrive that BROKE IT BROKE so it took me 2 days to regain my info!!! but then I lost my inspiration for 28 becasue of that!!