Un Nombre Que Alguna Vez Conociste (Vaggie)
The first thing I comprehended the moment I opened my eyes was the fact that I heard crumbling as I ran to the small light of my vision. Gasps of my breath were heavy, trying to calm down as if they were tired from so much hurt.
The place seems… recognizable somehow. Like I’ve been here before. It used to be warm. Sometimes it wasn’t. And it was all being destroyed.
I wasn’t sure why I was running to the light. Just that it was very important.
Suddenly, I heard voices. So stressed and I knew them somehow, yet I couldn’t pinpoint where. Calling out for me to stop.
I ignored them, far too focused on the task at hand. This was important. I didn’t know why but I needed to get to that light or else I would fail after everything.
I climbed up on a rail handed to me. (Wait, rail?)
More screams of protest called out to me to come back.
I couldn’t give up. This whole place was collapsing. Everything was falling apart. My friend was collapsing and I was the only one to save them.
Wait… friend?
Before I could process that, more voices of protest came into my line of hearing. They sounded familiar to me.
“Mirabel! Leave it!”
Mirabel? Why does that name seem… familiar? Why… does all of this feel like deja vu? Like I’ve done all of this before.
Why couldn’t I remember…?
I couldn’t think about that at the moment as I climbed and climbed. Desperation in my heart, battered and bruised from everything in life as maybe doing this one thing might ease the pain that felt tortured. That maybe… maybe I can finally be worth something.
I looked across the horizons ahead and the mountains were cracking. So much was going on in such a short amount of time.
Without thinking much, I turned to the side to see a man in a green ruana… with a bucket on his head.
He also looked like someone I once knew. But where? Why couldn’t I-
Stop, I still have something important to do. To prove. To protect. To save everyone!
For my-
And there it was. The light. A candle.
I didn’t know what it was, but there was a mixed feeling in my stomach like shit was stirring uncomfortably while not at the same time. Like this thing caused many things to make me feel this way.
Why am I having weird feelings about a candle?
But I just knew that I needed to get a hold of it before it all comes falling down.
More screams.
“Mirabel! Mirabel!”
That name…
I struggled desperately to reach the candle. Trying oh so hard. That was when someone lifted me up for a boost which allowed me to finally grab it.
More cracking.
I somehow fell.
I yelped out and thought It might hurt once I landed, but something slid down my fall.
And just above-
The tower…. It was falling on top of me.
I was going to die. I was going to die and there’s nothing I could do about it.
And just like that. Pain.
And all I could hear was-
“MIRABEL!!!!”
“Gah!”
I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. It was all too much. I was practically shaking as my pulse was quickening so fast from panic.
What was going on?
What happened?
What the fuck was all that about?
“Vaggie!”
Before I could comprehend who that was, warm gentle arms immediately wrapped around me. It took me some time to process that my scream had woken up my girlfriend sleeping next to me as deep heavy breaths could barely come out of my mouth.
“Vaggie, shh. You’re okay. You’re okay.” Charlie soothingly said, her adorable voice comforting me softly. “There, there. It’s alright. Take your time. Deep slow breaths.”
Though distressed, I followed her advice and took it slowly. I took a deep breath and let it out. I kept repeating this a few times, steadily calming down as my heart beat gently calmed along Charlie’s heart rate.
As I finally was able to be at ease, the two of us stayed like this for a while, just savoring the silence and each other’s company.
Until Charlie asked “Are you alright?” She was relieved to know that I was actually breathing leisurely, but the worried look never left in her eyes. “Is there anything you need? Anything I can do to help?”
Even after that nightmare, I couldn’t help but smile at my girlfriend’s kind heart. Charlie was always one to help others in need and always there to lend a helping hand. A kind soul in hell. I was so lucky to have her.
“No.” I replied, not wanting to worry her any further. We just rebuilt the hotel after dealing with fighting the exorcist, I didn’t want to stress her out any further.
Especially since the strange dream seems to be something I need to figure out myself.
Though Charlie didn’t seem to believe it, I could tell she didn’t pry further. We both decided that after all the secrets, we can tell each other when we feel like it. Not too long though, of course. Just a few days until we’re ready to open up.
“Well, *Yawn* let me know if you need anything, okay?” she asked, smiling at me lovingly.
I smiled at her back and smiled more when I placed a quick kiss on her lips, “Okay. Good night, Charlie. Sweet dreams.”
With that, Charlie went back to bed, slowly drifting off to sleep as she said “Good night.” and then snoring away.
I would sleep. Cuddling my wonderful girlfriend always helps. But that dream…
I got out of bed and started walking out the room, hoping to clear my head. It always helps me. And it was better to do that now than any.
As I paced through the halls, my recent thoughts came back but this time more subtle and concealed. The questions kept lingering on and on but still left with more and more questions than answers.
What was going on with me?
Why did that dream leave me so distressed and saddened? It was just a damn dream.
Or… was it…
My thoughts eventually led me to the same place where I would always go whenever I got doubts. I haven’t been here in a long while, but I would always come here when I needed a breather or time for myself. Just let myself rethink my issues and enjoy the air (Even if the air here smells like alcohol and shit).
I was tired and it was really late, but I can’t sleep now. Not after that nightmare had me so shaken and sad.
Why was I so… heartbroken about it. I’m a former exorcist angel and yet that dream left me so regretful than all the demon blood on my hands.
Why did I have this dream? I mean, people get weird dreams that sometimes make no sense. And dreams tend to be forgotten. Who knows, maybe I'll forget this one.
But… Why do I feel like… that dream… wasn’t just a dream…
I looked up above. The big large pentagon marking the red blood sky. And through that, was heaven.
Not so perfectly holy heaven. With not so fond memories either.
All my life that I can recall, was being in heaven. Nothing more, nothing else.
But why do I get the feeling that… maybe…
Something was missing.
“Mirabel…” I hummed the name. It felt familiar through my tongue. Rolling it off it and just feeling warm. Like hearing it felt like… warm loving butterflies.
It was a nice name.