As Carmen slept, memories of her past crept up. While on the outside she loved life the way it is now, she only believes that because it is better to when she was trained, no, owned, by a human. She had free will now, and this made her believe she loved this life.She was safe from the pain of this new world as long as she was awake, but in her dreams, she could not hide. Dreams showed what one truly feels, believes, and desires, and as much as she preferred this world over her old world, she was terrified.
Every night when Carmen would sleep, her true feelings came back to her. She used her upbeat attitude to stop feeling sorry for herself, to stay happy, but she knew this was all a lie, she never really felt happy, she was terrified. She wanted to believe what she felt when awake, but knew that what she felt while asleep was her true feelings towards this new world. Fear, pain, horror. She was scared of her dreams, of her feelings. She didn't want them, and so would run from them as much as possible, sometimes going days without sleep, but this was bad for her, and so, once or twice a week, she would give up, give in to her sleepiness, and face her true beliefs.
Running, running down an endless hall. Something behind, chasing, chasing, the dreaded feeling of doom. Everything goes black, but I'm still running, I can't move. I can't breathe. It's catching up, what can I do. Don't turn around, don't turn around, no I'm spinning, I can't stop. I'm falling, falling into a web. Somethings coming for me. I have to escape. There it is, stepping out of the shadows. I can almost see it. It's stepping into the light. What is it? I want to know, but am terrified to find out. I can't look, but I must.
Something steps out of darkness, crawling along a web. A web so thick that a thousand chainsaws could do no harm. A web so sticky that nothing, not even a Charizard, could escape it's grasp. The one thing that can, is the beast who made it. That beast slowly advances to Carmen, crawling along the web. Stepping into a small column of light, the beast reveals itself. It is a Charmander, not just any Charmander, but Carmen. The Charmander looks towards Carmen, disheartened, sad that she would like to leave."Don't you like my web? Please, please like it. I need you to like it. If you don't like it, then why did you build it for me. I'm just as trapped as you are on here. I can't get off of it. Help me, please, don't leave me alone. Not for another two nights. No more, please."
A piercing scream rips through the air, so loud, so high it could shatter windows, it comes from the beast, the other
Carmen. It gets louder, and higher, till Carmen can't take it any more. The sound is deafening, and Carmen's ears begin to hurt. The pain unbearable. She can't stand it, but there is nothing she can do about it. All she can do is scream back. Her screams barely audible compared to the other
Carmen, the creature, which Carmen knew was her loneliness, not wanting to be left again for nights on end, her pain being trapped in a web of lies she has spun, trying to make herself believe that she is OK with the new world, that she enjoys it.
The web is as thick as it ever has been, and traps the other
Carmen in, while she can move inside the web, she can not leave it. Suddenly, the web rips, Carmen is falling down, but the web is still above, the other
Carmen looks at her, and continues screaming. No air is needed for the beast that is her inner desire for happiness, for friends. It is still trapped in the lies she has spun for another night. Spinning, spinning, dropping down, spinning through an empty, void, nothing inside, just darkness that seems to swallow her.
Carmen wakes with a start, almost screaming. The nightmare again. The recurring nightmare. Knowing what it means, Carmen's tries her best to forget it, and pushes it to the back of her mind. Looking around, she wipes the sweat from her nightmares off of her, and sees Virgil and Martha sitting at the mouth of the cave."Hey guys. Whats up? How long have you been awake?"
The dream begins to surface again, and so she quickly blocks it out, pushing it back once more, and speaking again."Nice morning. I had a great sleep, did anyone else? I feel much better, much more energized, rejuvenated."
Carmen, while feeling more energized, did not feel rejuvenated. That, and her great sleep, were a lie. But if she could just convince herself, like she normally did, that it was the truth, she may just return to her... chipper, no obnoxious, that was the word, mood.