Nightmare
She opened her eyes and she saw nothing. She tried again and everything she saw was dark. She was blind. She was sure. All those times she told Lafontaine to stop playing with dangerous chemicals were coming back to her and she was the one who was blind now. Laf would never let her forget this. Laf would remember her of this every single time they decide to go haunting supernatural creatures or to play with really big animals. LAF. Where were them? She tried to stand up, but her weak wrists didn’t allowed her to, and she fell on the floor. She was about to try again when she felt two strong hands helping her. She had just turned around when the person started to speak.
- I would be lying if I said I’m surprised to see you here. Even with all of your friends’ effort, you were already doomed, little donut – The voice wasn’t exactly strange to her, she just couldn’t put a name on it. She started moving around the place, trying to find out who was she talking to – You look scared, darling. Am I scaring you? - The voice on the shadow must have noticed that Perry wasn’t recognizing her(?), cause it moved itself out of the shadows.
Perry was going to die, she was now sure of it, she wouldn’t survive this one. Mattie Belmonde started to move towards her and she was panicking (What would Lafontaine do?). The older woman stopped so close to her, that she was sure her possible murderer could hear her heartbeat, and then she realized she didn’t have a heartbeat anymore. She was dead, 5 foot under the ground dead, no heartbeat, no human heat, just a cold body. She would never see her friends again. She would never tell Laura one more time how bad her idea was; Carmilla’s “I’m too cool for you” temper would never intimidate her again. She would never have the opportunity to hug Danny once more, the hugs than she was only allowed to give when Danny thought no one was looking, and when someone did see it she’d listen to her friend telling everybody that she flipped and Perry was just avoiding her fall. She would never have the chance to tell Lafontaine she has been in love with them since they were both fifteen and Lafontaine kept all the boys away from Perry in her birthday party. She would never have the chance to apologize to them for taking too long to understand the gender thing. Their lips are never going to meet hers, because she is dead. She is dead and, wherever she is, they couldn’t find her. She was alone now, and it’s going to be like this forever.
She didn’t realized she was crying until Mattie’s right hand was on her face, wiping a tear away.
- Don’t cry, little dove, if your friends are alive is because you saved them. They’ll remember you forever –Perry wanted to ask her how did she know that she was thinking about them, but maybe that was just too obvious – Come, I’ll show you around – she offers you her hand, and even though you’re terrified, you accepts. She smiles at you and the fear in your stomach just grows. She’s not going to kill you (just because that’s not possible, you think), but she’s not going to forget the holy water thing. You’re going to pay for that, and you know it. She shows you the few places you can go and by the end of the walk you are very confused. This was supposed to be the afterlife, the place you would pay for every bad thing you’ve done while living, but everything you saw just brings you happy memories. Maybe that’s her plan, to make you think in all your good memories so she can take them away from you, take laf away from you. NO, she is NOT going to take them, no one will. So you try to clean your mind and think in what’s in from of you, your suite. It’s really big for a person alone actually: two king beds, a huge wardrobe, an equally huge bathroom and, your favorite part, a very cute kitchen. Again, Mattie catches you by surprise when she gets out of the kitchen with a bag witch you assume is filled with food and handles it to you.
- – Eat, honey, you must be hungry after all that walk – you stare at her hesitating, and she suddenly decides to finally talk to you about the way to much dark for your eyes place . – Look, I’m not going to kill you if that’s what you’re worried about, you are already dead if you don’t remember. And, please, eat some food. –Rude, you think to yourself, but you obey. You ARE hungry, after all. She sits down in the king bed on your right and looks at you so you would do the same. You look at her and sits in the king bed on your left, so you can have a safe distance from her. She notices it and gives you an eye roll and a small smile. – So, you must want to know about all of this right? – she points the place around you and you just nod. – Well, in spite of what you should be thinking this is the good place. The place where the good girls like you stay after they complete their journey on earth or some shit. You are here because you did all the good things someone can think about doing while you lived. Believe me, I read your file. Seriously? You baked brownies for homeless people? – You remembered that day, you wanted to give them 100 brownies, but laf hid 20 somewhere and you just gave them 80. You can’t help but smile.– And that’s it, sweetie, you were good while you lived and now that you’re dead people are going to be good to you. Simple as that. – Lola really tried to contain herself, but it was stronger than her.
- If only good people stay here – you pause, because this is a terrible idea and she will take you to hell for it – why are you here? –she stares at you, and you get very uncomfortable with that. She could scream at you, or laugh at your stupid bravery but she keep staring until she talks.
- You’re going to find out that I’m not that bitch you and your tiny annoying friend think I am. –she gives you a look that you can swear could open holes in your soul.- But maybe you need time, little daisy, and I’m very patient with the things I want –she give you another one of those looks, the ones that make the fear in your stomach to grow. You stare the window, so she can look somewhere else, and when you turn your eyes back at her, she’s lying in the bed. Is your turn to stare at her now, but questioning stares, not the creepy ones that she gave you. – What, little doll? Is there any problem if I stay here lying on my bed after a day of work? –you open your mouth to answer her but than you process what she said. “my bed”. Oh no, this is totally not happening – I’m your roommate, sweetheart – Yep, it’s happening and is awful. What did she do to deserve Mattie Belmonde as her roommate? There wasn’t any serial killer available? Mattie gives you a wink and you throw yourself on the bed wishing the dean had possessed someone else, someone who would be able to survive an eternity with this woman as a roommate, not Lola Perry, the sweet one of the group. But there wasn’t anything she could do now, just wish that eternity is fast.