Part 149: Day 35
Mia slowly opened her eyes. There was a tremendous storm outside. She turned around and looked at the window. The parking lot was being flooded by the rain outside. The Lakota girl then paused. Parking lot?
Wasn’t she on an island?
Mia slowly looked around, realizing she was dreaming again. The area of her new dreamscape was a bookstore. The occupants of this bookstore was her very own survivors. She gently stood up, looking at them all. They were mulled around the store, each had a book in there hands. Mia then felt of a book into her hand. She slowly closed it and looked at the title. It was Shakespeare’s Hamlet. Could this be of significance?
She placed the book down, and began to walk around the bookstore. She past by Marita, reading to Tony and Eddie, who was sitting on his lap. Down one of the aisles of the bookstore, Jenny was laying on her belly with her arms crossed, browsing through an art book. Shanna was reading a book about drumming and forming your own garage band. Charlie was reading to Claire from To Kill a Mockingbird. Mia then saw the back of John’s head. She couldn’t see what he was reading. She quickly walked over and faced him. He was reading a book on Raising Children. Mia slowly smiled, almost getting teary eyed at the subject. John looked at her and just winked at her presence. Mia then leaned up, kissing him on the cheek. “Keep reading, John,” she lovingly whispered.
Mia walked down another isle. In the main isle of the bookstore, near the center lobby was a café area. The Lakota girl walked toward. She smiled at Yolanda, who just opened a book and a cadre of butterflies floated up into the air. Micheal was at a table with his son Walt. Walt was reading a Star Wars comic book and his father was drawing the schematics for a giant building.
Inside the café, Sayid and Locke were playing chest. The bald man took yet another game piece from the former soldier, making him curse in his native tongue. The sight of it made the Lakota girl giggled. Then she heard a young child crying in distress. Mia turned and saw Kate holding a baby. A baby that matched Sawyer’s hair. Jack was sitting with them at the table, reading a children’s book. “I like Green eggs said Sam I am.” The doctor read.
The Sawyer baby cried in protest.
“Shh, Baby Sawyer, be quiet,” Kate warned the child, “Daddy Jack is reading.”
Mia held her hand over her mouth, looking at the whole display. Sawyer presented by a baby? Kate taking care of him? The metaphor was almost over whelming. Never did she imagine that she could see such funny images in a dream. But Mia knew of the one universal truth that was contained in her visions; her grandmother. The young girl began to scowl the store looking for her elder.
As she walked forward to the main lobby, an image was caught out of the corner of her eye. She finally found her grandmother. She was standing outside in the middle of the pouring rain. Mia walked toward the front door and opened it up, hearing the rain more loudly now. Her grandmother stood just shy of the sidewalk, holding her hands out and smiling. Mia knew her mother was accept the rain as a gift; a gift from the Mother Earth. “GRANNY!” she called to her.
The old woman turned and smiled. “Sunshine.” She grinned.
“You should get out of the rain, Granny.” She called.
The old woman began to walk toward her, water dripping off her eyes and nose. “Don’t you remember what I told you your grandmother said,” she said, “A brave person loves the feel of nature on their face.”
“And a wise person has enough sense to get out of the rain.” Mia smirked, “I remember Daddy coming up with a reply to your little phrase.”
The old woman cackled with a great belly laugh. The elder definitely loved her granddaughter; especially her wit. The two relatives then embraced. Mia didn’t care about her grandmother being soaking wet, she wanted to hold her regardless. As they parted, the grandmother slowly sat down, using the wall of the bookstore as a backrest. Mia gently sat down with her yet again, like she had done in the previous visions. Granny pulled out a dark blue cloth from her pocket and began to dry the water from her wrinkled face. “So, you made it the beach after all.” She smiled.
“Yes, Granny,” Mia said proudly, “I saw the signs. The poor woman was from the sea and the two human shaped rocks meant two if by land. It led us to the right spot to follow.”
“And the woman who was screaming?”
“She would scream, then stop, then scream again. It was the woman, wasn’t it? She was drowning.”
“Very good,” Her grandmother smiled, “The strongest part of you has always been your brain.”
“But yet, we are safely at the beach and yet . . .here I am again, having a vision. We are survived and we have many knew friends. I found Locke even. But yet, you and I are talking again.”
Her grandmother stared into the distance, no longer smiling.
“You said, I would have many trials to face,” Mia said with soft eyes, “Granny, these trials . . .they are not yet over, are they?”
Her grandmother slowly turned to face her. She gently took her hand and squeezed it with love. “No, child. They haven’t truly even begun.” She whispered.
“Why?” Mia pleaded, “Haven’t we suffered enough?”
“Everyone suffers, my sunshine. It’s how you deal with that suffering and what happens afterwards that makes you human. What you must face and the people you need to help, will define you as a person from here till the day you are finally ready to come join me and your father.”
Mia closed her eyes, trying not to weep. She thought it was over; she was happy, and enjoying her life on the new beach. But somewhere deep inside, she felt they would continue to happen. “What must I do?” she whispered.
“You must save the ones you know you can save.” Granny said coldly.
“NO, Granny!” Mia cried, facing her, “Please tell me no one else will die!”
Her grandmother used both her hands to grab a hold of Mia. “You are strong, my child, you always have been,” she ordered,” Do not falter now. You did your best and your best is always good enough.”
“Then who, Granny?” she asked, “Who is gonna die?”
Her grandmother pointed toward the parking lot. She looked into the distance and gasped as the asphalt was replaced by a massive ocean. Then the great distance a loud bang erupted and a stream of light shot out from the ocean. Then it burst into a spray of red light. “A signal flare?” Mia questioned.
“If Micheal launches that flare too soon, he will lose something more dear to him than his own life.” Granny warned.
Mia didn’t question. She just nodded her head, remembering what her grandmother said. Her elder sighed, and lowered her head. For the first time in a long time, Mia noticed her grandmother seemed to be reluctant to tell her something. “Granny, what is it?” she asked.
“You know I am forbidden to tell the secrets of my resting place, yes?” she asked.
“Yes, Granny. You told me.”
“But yet I am selfish. I want to see you again so much, my little sunshine. But I feel it is not your time. I do not what you to come before me in my resting place until you are an old woman.”
Mia suddenly felt very cold. She exactly what her grandmother was saying; more now than ever. She slowly reached up, gripping her grandmothers’ arms. “Granny,” she said, with small plums of frozen air coming out of her mouth, “The person that is going to die . . . . . .is me??”
“I love you, child. But it is either you or him.” Her Grandmother pointed toward the side of the building.
Mia slowly turned her head. She could hear a frantic type breathing toward the side of the building. She slowly stood up and began to walk toward the side of the building. It seemed like it would take forever. Once she reached the side of the building, she was afraid to look at the occupant of the whispered breathing. She slowly turned to see the person and then slapped her hand over her mouth. It was Boone.
And he was covered in blood.
Mia slowly walked toward him. He was rubbing his face and his arms vigorously. Boone paused then turned to face her. His face was covered in blood. Mia could barely look at him. But the words of her elder rang throughout her brain.
It’s either you or him.
“Boone, how . .how did you get injured?” Mia asked.
He continued to try and wipe the blood off his arms, “It won’t come off. Why won’t it come off?”
“Boone, tell me how you were injured.” Mia demanded.
“Theresa falls up the stairs.” He whispered.
“Huh?” the Lakota girl said confused.
“Theresa falls downs the stairs. Theresa falls up the stairs, Theresa falls down the stairs.” Boone slowly began to approach her.
Mia started to back off. Then she tried to run but Boone grabbed her. He immediately squeezed her arms. He continued to repeat the phrase over and over. Mia then began to scream. Her right leg was slowly begin crushed. Her chest was being slowly ripped apart, feeling her blood ooze down her shirt. Mia screamed, tears going down her face. “BOONE, LET ME GO!!!” she screamed at the top of her lungs.
Mia started in horror as the moment she was getting ripped apart, Boone was healing. The Lakota girl felt like she was dying. Her grandmother was right; it truly was either her or him.
Then a foot came out of nowhere, and slammed Boone against the chest. He immediately let Mia go. The young woman felt into the arms of a person who saved her. She opened her eyes and looked at Boone collapsed in the rain. His wounds had returned. The Lakota girl looked up at her savior. She was in the arms of a fully armored Samurai warrior. She had only seen a samurai one time in her visions. “Seth?” she said.
The samurai then took off his tengu mask. It wasn’t Seth.
It was Brendon.
“Brendon?” she said, touching his cheek.
Brendon then slowly opened his eyes and a soft green light came from them. Mia was confused. What could this mean? Was this a part of the vision or was her dead friend communicating with her the same way that her Grandmother was? “Brendon, what . .what are you doing here?” she asked.
“At times I almost dream.” He answered.
“What?” she asked.
“I too have spent a life the Sage’s way. And tread one more familiar paths.” He continued.
Mia somehow knew that he was telling her something. She gently nodded her head, allowing him to continue.
“Perchance I perished in an arrogant self-reliance ages ago; and in that act, a prayer for one more chance went up so earnest, so . . .Instinct with better light led in by death, That life was blotted out--not so completely But scattered wrecks enough of it remain, Dim memories, as now, when once more seems.”
Brendon closed his eyes and smile, “The goal in sight again.”
“The goal?” Mia asked.
Brendon then looked abruptly toward his left. His face was contorted in anger. Mia looked up and gasped. Shannon was standing in front of her, pointing a gun down upon her. She was soaking wet and weeping. The Lakota girl looked at Boone and then back to her. Shannon thinks she killed him? “WHY DID YOU TAKE HIM FROM ME?” Shannon cried.
“Shannon, wait, I didn’t want this-“ Mia pleaded.
Brendon then quickly covered Mia. The Lakota girl screamed as Shannon ripped bullets into her friends back.
Mia gasped, as she finally awoke. She wanted to scramble up and run toward the beach to make sure it was real. But she froze, remembering that John was her pillow for the night. The archer still moaned at the slight stirring she gave him. Mia slowly moved from him, putting his arm back into the makeshift bed.
Mia slowly leaned up and reached over to her backpack. She quickly pulled out her pad and pen, then quickly started writing. Every single detail she remembered, she quickly wrote it down. Micheal firing the flare too soon, Boone bleeding to death by massive wounds, the strange story Brendon told her, and Shannon firing a gun at her. The Lakota girl put down her pad, and inhaled the deep night air. She wondered what all of this meant.
And would she be able to prevent any of it?
Wasn’t she on an island?
Mia slowly looked around, realizing she was dreaming again. The area of her new dreamscape was a bookstore. The occupants of this bookstore was her very own survivors. She gently stood up, looking at them all. They were mulled around the store, each had a book in there hands. Mia then felt of a book into her hand. She slowly closed it and looked at the title. It was Shakespeare’s Hamlet. Could this be of significance?
She placed the book down, and began to walk around the bookstore. She past by Marita, reading to Tony and Eddie, who was sitting on his lap. Down one of the aisles of the bookstore, Jenny was laying on her belly with her arms crossed, browsing through an art book. Shanna was reading a book about drumming and forming your own garage band. Charlie was reading to Claire from To Kill a Mockingbird. Mia then saw the back of John’s head. She couldn’t see what he was reading. She quickly walked over and faced him. He was reading a book on Raising Children. Mia slowly smiled, almost getting teary eyed at the subject. John looked at her and just winked at her presence. Mia then leaned up, kissing him on the cheek. “Keep reading, John,” she lovingly whispered.
Mia walked down another isle. In the main isle of the bookstore, near the center lobby was a café area. The Lakota girl walked toward. She smiled at Yolanda, who just opened a book and a cadre of butterflies floated up into the air. Micheal was at a table with his son Walt. Walt was reading a Star Wars comic book and his father was drawing the schematics for a giant building.
Inside the café, Sayid and Locke were playing chest. The bald man took yet another game piece from the former soldier, making him curse in his native tongue. The sight of it made the Lakota girl giggled. Then she heard a young child crying in distress. Mia turned and saw Kate holding a baby. A baby that matched Sawyer’s hair. Jack was sitting with them at the table, reading a children’s book. “I like Green eggs said Sam I am.” The doctor read.
The Sawyer baby cried in protest.
“Shh, Baby Sawyer, be quiet,” Kate warned the child, “Daddy Jack is reading.”
Mia held her hand over her mouth, looking at the whole display. Sawyer presented by a baby? Kate taking care of him? The metaphor was almost over whelming. Never did she imagine that she could see such funny images in a dream. But Mia knew of the one universal truth that was contained in her visions; her grandmother. The young girl began to scowl the store looking for her elder.
As she walked forward to the main lobby, an image was caught out of the corner of her eye. She finally found her grandmother. She was standing outside in the middle of the pouring rain. Mia walked toward the front door and opened it up, hearing the rain more loudly now. Her grandmother stood just shy of the sidewalk, holding her hands out and smiling. Mia knew her mother was accept the rain as a gift; a gift from the Mother Earth. “GRANNY!” she called to her.
The old woman turned and smiled. “Sunshine.” She grinned.
“You should get out of the rain, Granny.” She called.
The old woman began to walk toward her, water dripping off her eyes and nose. “Don’t you remember what I told you your grandmother said,” she said, “A brave person loves the feel of nature on their face.”
“And a wise person has enough sense to get out of the rain.” Mia smirked, “I remember Daddy coming up with a reply to your little phrase.”
The old woman cackled with a great belly laugh. The elder definitely loved her granddaughter; especially her wit. The two relatives then embraced. Mia didn’t care about her grandmother being soaking wet, she wanted to hold her regardless. As they parted, the grandmother slowly sat down, using the wall of the bookstore as a backrest. Mia gently sat down with her yet again, like she had done in the previous visions. Granny pulled out a dark blue cloth from her pocket and began to dry the water from her wrinkled face. “So, you made it the beach after all.” She smiled.
“Yes, Granny,” Mia said proudly, “I saw the signs. The poor woman was from the sea and the two human shaped rocks meant two if by land. It led us to the right spot to follow.”
“And the woman who was screaming?”
“She would scream, then stop, then scream again. It was the woman, wasn’t it? She was drowning.”
“Very good,” Her grandmother smiled, “The strongest part of you has always been your brain.”
“But yet, we are safely at the beach and yet . . .here I am again, having a vision. We are survived and we have many knew friends. I found Locke even. But yet, you and I are talking again.”
Her grandmother stared into the distance, no longer smiling.
“You said, I would have many trials to face,” Mia said with soft eyes, “Granny, these trials . . .they are not yet over, are they?”
Her grandmother slowly turned to face her. She gently took her hand and squeezed it with love. “No, child. They haven’t truly even begun.” She whispered.
“Why?” Mia pleaded, “Haven’t we suffered enough?”
“Everyone suffers, my sunshine. It’s how you deal with that suffering and what happens afterwards that makes you human. What you must face and the people you need to help, will define you as a person from here till the day you are finally ready to come join me and your father.”
Mia closed her eyes, trying not to weep. She thought it was over; she was happy, and enjoying her life on the new beach. But somewhere deep inside, she felt they would continue to happen. “What must I do?” she whispered.
“You must save the ones you know you can save.” Granny said coldly.
“NO, Granny!” Mia cried, facing her, “Please tell me no one else will die!”
Her grandmother used both her hands to grab a hold of Mia. “You are strong, my child, you always have been,” she ordered,” Do not falter now. You did your best and your best is always good enough.”
“Then who, Granny?” she asked, “Who is gonna die?”
Her grandmother pointed toward the parking lot. She looked into the distance and gasped as the asphalt was replaced by a massive ocean. Then the great distance a loud bang erupted and a stream of light shot out from the ocean. Then it burst into a spray of red light. “A signal flare?” Mia questioned.
“If Micheal launches that flare too soon, he will lose something more dear to him than his own life.” Granny warned.
Mia didn’t question. She just nodded her head, remembering what her grandmother said. Her elder sighed, and lowered her head. For the first time in a long time, Mia noticed her grandmother seemed to be reluctant to tell her something. “Granny, what is it?” she asked.
“You know I am forbidden to tell the secrets of my resting place, yes?” she asked.
“Yes, Granny. You told me.”
“But yet I am selfish. I want to see you again so much, my little sunshine. But I feel it is not your time. I do not what you to come before me in my resting place until you are an old woman.”
Mia suddenly felt very cold. She exactly what her grandmother was saying; more now than ever. She slowly reached up, gripping her grandmothers’ arms. “Granny,” she said, with small plums of frozen air coming out of her mouth, “The person that is going to die . . . . . .is me??”
“I love you, child. But it is either you or him.” Her Grandmother pointed toward the side of the building.
Mia slowly turned her head. She could hear a frantic type breathing toward the side of the building. She slowly stood up and began to walk toward the side of the building. It seemed like it would take forever. Once she reached the side of the building, she was afraid to look at the occupant of the whispered breathing. She slowly turned to see the person and then slapped her hand over her mouth. It was Boone.
And he was covered in blood.
Mia slowly walked toward him. He was rubbing his face and his arms vigorously. Boone paused then turned to face her. His face was covered in blood. Mia could barely look at him. But the words of her elder rang throughout her brain.
It’s either you or him.
“Boone, how . .how did you get injured?” Mia asked.
He continued to try and wipe the blood off his arms, “It won’t come off. Why won’t it come off?”
“Boone, tell me how you were injured.” Mia demanded.
“Theresa falls up the stairs.” He whispered.
“Huh?” the Lakota girl said confused.
“Theresa falls downs the stairs. Theresa falls up the stairs, Theresa falls down the stairs.” Boone slowly began to approach her.
Mia started to back off. Then she tried to run but Boone grabbed her. He immediately squeezed her arms. He continued to repeat the phrase over and over. Mia then began to scream. Her right leg was slowly begin crushed. Her chest was being slowly ripped apart, feeling her blood ooze down her shirt. Mia screamed, tears going down her face. “BOONE, LET ME GO!!!” she screamed at the top of her lungs.
Mia started in horror as the moment she was getting ripped apart, Boone was healing. The Lakota girl felt like she was dying. Her grandmother was right; it truly was either her or him.
Then a foot came out of nowhere, and slammed Boone against the chest. He immediately let Mia go. The young woman felt into the arms of a person who saved her. She opened her eyes and looked at Boone collapsed in the rain. His wounds had returned. The Lakota girl looked up at her savior. She was in the arms of a fully armored Samurai warrior. She had only seen a samurai one time in her visions. “Seth?” she said.
The samurai then took off his tengu mask. It wasn’t Seth.
It was Brendon.
“Brendon?” she said, touching his cheek.
Brendon then slowly opened his eyes and a soft green light came from them. Mia was confused. What could this mean? Was this a part of the vision or was her dead friend communicating with her the same way that her Grandmother was? “Brendon, what . .what are you doing here?” she asked.
“At times I almost dream.” He answered.
“What?” she asked.
“I too have spent a life the Sage’s way. And tread one more familiar paths.” He continued.
Mia somehow knew that he was telling her something. She gently nodded her head, allowing him to continue.
“Perchance I perished in an arrogant self-reliance ages ago; and in that act, a prayer for one more chance went up so earnest, so . . .Instinct with better light led in by death, That life was blotted out--not so completely But scattered wrecks enough of it remain, Dim memories, as now, when once more seems.”
Brendon closed his eyes and smile, “The goal in sight again.”
“The goal?” Mia asked.
Brendon then looked abruptly toward his left. His face was contorted in anger. Mia looked up and gasped. Shannon was standing in front of her, pointing a gun down upon her. She was soaking wet and weeping. The Lakota girl looked at Boone and then back to her. Shannon thinks she killed him? “WHY DID YOU TAKE HIM FROM ME?” Shannon cried.
“Shannon, wait, I didn’t want this-“ Mia pleaded.
Brendon then quickly covered Mia. The Lakota girl screamed as Shannon ripped bullets into her friends back.
Mia gasped, as she finally awoke. She wanted to scramble up and run toward the beach to make sure it was real. But she froze, remembering that John was her pillow for the night. The archer still moaned at the slight stirring she gave him. Mia slowly moved from him, putting his arm back into the makeshift bed.
Mia slowly leaned up and reached over to her backpack. She quickly pulled out her pad and pen, then quickly started writing. Every single detail she remembered, she quickly wrote it down. Micheal firing the flare too soon, Boone bleeding to death by massive wounds, the strange story Brendon told her, and Shannon firing a gun at her. The Lakota girl put down her pad, and inhaled the deep night air. She wondered what all of this meant.
And would she be able to prevent any of it?
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