Real Dreams Chapter Three

Chapter 3

A Taste of Freedom

The city was even larger then the island she lived on, even the tallest of trees could not compare to the juggernaut skyscrapers piercing the sky. There are 8.7 million species on this planet and we alone are the only species who create our only reality. It’s a miracle our minds have developed far greater the any other species to the point we can defy mother nature and create a city how we envisioned. Just by gazing at everything around me, at the cars, the skyscrapers, the shops, the hotdog stand, the sculptures, the water fountain and the planes flying past make me realise that these were once dreams of other people. Someone wanted to fly, so they made the airplane, we wanted to travel faster, so the car was created, we wanted entertainment, so cinemas, theatre and Hugh Hefners porno mansion were built. For once I didn’t have to imagine or stare at my wall paper to imagine the sculpted artwork our species have created.

But, I feel hatred, I envy them, they get to walk these streets every, never appreciating the freedom they had. Look at them, drinking coffee, smoking in toxic cigerretes and trading money for drugs. These pests don’t deserve their freedom. I shouldn’t, but I am angry, hurtful and jealous. On the outside they smile, but really they couldn’t give two fucks about the freedom of choice they have. They waste the time spent of veteran war hero’s to fight for freedom, the sacrifice jesus made to cleanse their sins so man could be forgiven, and for what? So a wasted soul could inject meth into his veins, a innocent woman could get raped? A child molested by some sick priest? They don’t deserve their freedom, they should be the ones with my condition, to suffer and be exiled from society. The city was a wonderful place but the wretched people who live here don’t deserve any of it.

I can understand why mother wanted hated city life and made me stay away from here, it wasn’t the pollution, the noise, the traffic, she hated the people who lived here. I want to see the city, the lights and the fireworks, but every time I change the channel on the news, watch a documentary or see the comments left by people on the internet all I see is a plague that sweeps across the city caused by the very people who live there. I pray and beg for god to cure my disease, I ask why he did this too me? I can’t understand why I’m punished whilst a rapist is rewarded. Why should a priest have the choice of life when he molests an innocent soul? It’s not the world that’s evil; it’s the people in it. Was mother right, should I be lucky to be away from society while all I hear and see in the media are awful stories of deathly deeds? However father seemed nothing like this, and he was born in the city, so here is my chance, to see what good there is here for myself.

Father stopped walking and turned to me.
“Honey I want this to be a surprise” In his hand he was holding a blind fold.
“What surprise could be for you…I mean me dad”
“well wittle wookie..”
“I AM NOT that horrid monkey from starwars dad!?”
“Hhehehe, awight wittle Monkeyshins”
“daaaaad?”
He always made me feel like a little girl when he spoke to me, its embarrassing, but I know he loves me when he does.
“BAhahhaahh, ok young lady, will my grown up girl put on the blind fold?”
“tsk fine, it better be worth it”

Sigh, we entered and disappointingly all I heard was “would you like that in a meal” Great surprise you old oaf!
“alright dear take the blindfolds off, because did someone want a special dinner?”
“OOOOOOOOH Dad you’re the best” Said Silver in a sarcastic tone.
“I call it the 8th wonder of the world dear”
“McDonalds?”
“The very best for my princess” with a cheeky smile on his face
“Sometimes dad, I think your cheap”
“Cheap?, this is no ordinary visit to maccers, hah! I brought out the works moochy!”

Silver placed her hand over her head. Oh god she thought, there’s nothing good about what is going to happen, whatever the “works” were it was nothing good, nothing. Dad had an incredible sense of humour and he didn’t disappoint. He stood on a table and shouted out in his “macho megaphone”
“Everrryone please a minute, drinks are on me, but in one condition” He nodded to the service girl
“We sing our daughter happy birthday”

Ronald Mcdonald made and appearance and apperantly knew how to play the violin chiming to the beat of happy birthday. Dad started to sing.
“Oh happy birthday, to her, happy birthday..”
Before I knew it the shop was singing with him, dad such natural charisma that somehow people became so attracted to him that they all joined in.
“Happy happy happy birthday to you!”
“Hip hip hurray, HIP HIP HURRAY”

Here came that pedophile in his big purple fur-Mcburglar. He gave me a hug and a present accompanied with a birthday cake.
“Hello Silver, cut the cake and make a wish”

She was embarrassed, but laughed it off, father always knew how to cheer me up by pulling stunts like this. She whipped the knife from hamburgler and cut into the skin coloured cake, that oozed out a blood coloured jam, dripping from the steel blade of the knife to the floor. That should be cleaned up, she thought.

“now blowie outie the candles and make a wish” said hamburgler as if trying to lure in a child with a lollypop so he can tie them up and stack them in with the other little children in the back of his ice-cream truck.

There was only one wish to make, the same wish she thought of since her condition striked. I tensed my muscles, opened my mind and shouted as loudly as I could in my head “I wish for a cure and freedom”.

“what did you wish for wittle girl” said Mcpedophile in a saucy voice”
“Just something I can never have” replied Silver depressingly.

The mood quietened down, dad was serving everyone drinks and mother was in a world of her own. She opened her presents, dad gave her a golden necklace and mother gave her a packet of gum. Mum was so obsessed with giving her perfumes or air fresheners saying she can’t stand the odour that reeked from her or the toxic waste coming out of her mouth as she breathed. Unlike father, mother never once made the effort to make me happy. If she ever touched the glass or plate she ate from, mother made a face of disgust and refused to eat what was left on the plate. She was so germaphobic, especially towards me like I would infect her with a sickness if I got too close. Was I foul disease to her?

To her surprise there was one more present that had no name or any sign from who it was from. She tore open through the blue sparkling wrapping. She found that it was a miniature sculpture of the statue of liberty with an eagle resting on its shoulders. The statue was perfectly sculpted, and the same went for the painting. It was the exact miniature of the statue of liberty. Strange choice for a present, but she loved it.

She opened the plain blue envelope containing a card. Her name was written on the front; it wasn’t just written on but plated in her favourite colour blue. She opened it, to find it said nothing else but “Sorry, It means nothing now, it will mean nothing later”. Was this dads idea of a joke? It’s a little creepy for his taste and if it was a joke It wasn’t making me laugh.
“dad?”
“yes smoochs?”
“Who’s this present from”
“Mine is the necklace and the gum is you mothers”
“No dad, you idiot this one” She points her slender fingers to the statue
“When I came out of the toilet it was sitting infront of me, it’s a beautifully sculpted miniature sized statue of liberty?”

Dad stopped, snatched the statue violently and examined the statue
“You didn’t see who gave this to you?”
“No, just appeared there when I was out of the toilet?”

He seemed serious and hadn’t stopped examining the statue, as if he was trying to find clues on it.
“was there anything else?”
“just a card, a weird one”
“give it to me” ordered father.

He didn’t even give me the chance to let me hand the card myself. He was sweating and seemed worried.
“Stay here moonchkins”
“dad are you ok?”
“Oh just need a word to your mother outside”

He snatched the statue and the card, snatched mother violently by the arm and shuffled her outside. What was dad thinking? It was a statue and a card, they were over the top with always checking what she had or received from anyone else. None of my life was left private, they’d always check my room for illegal items or drugs, they opened every single mail I had, and reseal them careful so I wouldn’t notice, even my bills they would rip open. I can understand they were protecting me, but I felt that there was nothing I could do without my parents knowing about it.

From what I could make out through the window, mother and father were fighting, pointing furiously at the statue like I had been given meth and they were trying to find out who it was from. What was wrong with them? I couldn’t give a fuck this time, I sneaked to the side entrance to hear what they were arguing about.

“Calm down Martha, it means nothing to her, let her have the statue”
“Are you deaf or what” she shook the statue and shook it.
“theres something hidden inside of it”
“Use your head, we take it out and shell never know”
“fine, but it better not ruin things”

Silver tried to look, around the corner without being seen, her father looked around, and for a second it seemes his eyes met hers, but thankfully they wisped passed her. His back was turned to her blocking mothers view, from what she could gather from his body movement he was fiddling with the statue, he shook it a couple of times and came out a note which he slid into his pocket.

Curiosity and suspicion filled Silvers mind. What was on the note? What did mother mean by “ruining things” Was it connected with the note that dad found in the statue? But it was strange, he seemed to get riled over just the statue itself, I mean since someone just left it there, he would check it to make sure it was safe. But its what mother said that bothered me “It better not ruin things” Ruin what?, if she meant that it may have been something that would make her run away again, then surely she’d trust me enough by now that no matter what I wouldn’t leave home. As long as I had the condition, nothing could persuade me from leaving home. Whatever the note was I couldn’t give a fuck, if father wanted me to never see it, neither would I.

They headed back inside and I quickly ducked back in to make it look like id never left. Dad put on a fake happy expression.
“sorry dear, just scared me that’s all” he lied
“Huh?” struggling to act like she saw nothing
“oh uh on the news, there’s a group out there handing out fake err presents to people just like these” Father was the worst liar, I played along.
“Gosh dad why?” I wasn’t a good liar myself
“Some hooligans passing out fake presents to people with drugs hidden inside of them”
“what really?”
“yes, good news dear, it seems legit, so you can keep it”
“you guys are way overprotective”
“When you have your own kids, you’ll do the same”
“Dad how can I…”
“you will dear, you will” As any parent would say to make their child feel better.

Dad was obviously lying, but I trusted him with my life, and if it was to protect me, I don’t mind too much at all.
“Dad?”
“yes”
“Youd better have something planned for me today”

He laughed, and had a real smile on his face
“yes dear, a couple of museums, a few rides, the top of the tallest building, wherever you like before dawn”
“Ill hold you on that one”
“dear, as long as I can afford it”
“isn’t your girl worth a million dollars”
“usually but today your only worth 500$”

I laughed, I smiled and I felt good, not something I felt all the time, and today I’ll hold onto that feeling for as long as I could.

I was the one in-charge today, it made mother growl, and it made me even more happy, that’s right you whorish bitch I hope seeing me smile made you feel the same pain and hatred I deal with each day! Mother see me smile, see me happy, even it may be for a while ill do what I wish! For once the tables are turned and I’m the one with a smile on my face.

Where will today lead me it doesn’t scare me today, my parents were by my side, so if I had an episode again, they’d be there for me. But enough thinking about it, I was the queen and following me was my knight, a weak cowardly knight he would be, but even so, did say the city was my kingdom and wherever I wished to go he would make it happen, as long as he could afford it, sigh, he was a cheap knight as well.

I wondered the streets; I turned left and right, looking around to what interested me the most. As queen for a day I as simply pointed where to go. The cinema, yes, take a picture at a fountain, yes, the gaming arcade, yes, chuckys cheese, yes, stare at the artwork at a museum, yes, a public toilet…yes but never again.

She checked her list of places to visit.
Cinema
Church
Museum
Dark alley
Slaughter house
Game arcade
Toyshop
Most restaurants

There was one thing I haven’t done. There wasn’t enough time to see the whole city if she was just walking around. So what better solution than to see it from up above. She scanned the city and saw what she was looking for. It stood out tall and proud, almost reaching the sky above it smaller brothers. It was the tallest skyscraper in the city where she would be up high above everything else to see the city.

Like a little girl she ran towards her father and shook his shoulders to get his attention.
“Daaaaad”
“yeeees”
“I know its late, but theres one more thing id like to do”

Mother seemed pissed, not liking the idea.
“No! it late and we have to get back home in just a few hours”

Ignoring her mothers scowling, she pleaded like a puppy
“Juust one more thing please”
“Im out of cash dear, and we should head back home”
“It wont cost you a thing!”

He stared at mother; she looked away and didn’t intervine
“Alright, alright, aalright, but um serious it’s the last thing were doing”
“Suckered in!”
“grr, ok where would the queen of the city like to go?”
“Just up there” pointing to the skyscraper. “I want to see the whole city from there”
“Oh I see” Saying it in a way he understood why.

We took a cab, I hid a smile at the fact that mother was forced to pay for the cab, knowing father still had some cash left in his wallet, which he denied to mother. The cab driver turned on the radio, the news was on, and out of boredom I listened.
“Wether you’re a believer or not of H.A, the murders are real and so are the victims. With so many suicides and accidental deaths it hard to deny there may be something more sinister going on”
Another reporter speaks
“Well over the past 20 years the population of Jews...”

Mother sitting next to the cab driver requested the station to be changed before I could hear the rest of the story. It rang a bell, but I can’t think of where I heard a similar story. Regardless of the times we live in wether it was the medieval era or modern society, there are cults out there murdering others out there in the name of religion. It’s a shame regardless of education, the there are still exists a primitive culture.

We finally arrived, up this close it towered higher than I had imagined and from this angle it was impossible to see the top. It was a magnificent union of architecture and art; it lifted society’s heads skywards, surpassing the limits of any other skyscraper in the city. It rose gracefully from the earth in such a way it honoured the city around it.

I imagined a golden carpet sewn from the cotton of the Golden Fleece lay beneath my feet complimented by Aphrodite’s rose petals thrown from the heavens perfectly landed a few metres ahead from each step I took. A cold mint chill soothed my soul usually burning in hatred, my heart softly pumped blood gently into my veins replacing the rapid thrust that ached my heart. Was this happiness? No, it was beyond that, it was an overdose of my mind producing dopamine, serotonin and euphoria causing a thrilling moment in time where if only for a moment my hatred and envy towards God, my condition and society were forgotten.

I entered, I felt the heat of the lighting warming my skin and breathed in the fumes of the perfume radiating around me. To the right were men in cloaks and masked hood covering their faces who appeared to be staring right at me. I felt a chill running through my spine, they resembled the people from the nightmares I had. I avoided eye contact with them, but noticed even in the warmth of the room mother was shaking.

I rushed towards the elevator, but dad held my hand to stop me.
“Let me do the honours my Queen”
“I am honoured sir knight”
“come one Hurry up girl, we don’t have much time” scowled mother, still shaking.
“yes mother” I forced my self to agree, but I would take as much time as I could.
“5,4,3,2,1..”

We were on the way up, it was 130 floors!
“god hurry the hell up!”

I was staring at the floor numbers and watched each number lighting up one by one, screaming “faster, faster” all the way until we reached the top. I made haste, shoved mother out of the way towards the balcony. I closed my eyes, my hands shook, my skin tingled, fear filled my mind. I had anticipated this moment for so long, for so long I had imagined what the city from the sky’s above would look like that I was afraid to open my eyes in disappointment.

“open them” whispered father in my ears
“I…I cant”
“what’s stopping you?”
“If I see what’s out there ill hate life even more” she holds her fathers hand. “If I see a glimpse of what’s out there now it will destroy me. I will see what life has to offer, and when I come back home, ill despise every woman and child for what god has allowed them to have, and he has refused to give, to which I can only ever get a glimpse of, and the hatred in me will grow, spiralling out of control to the point it is beyond becoming tamed”

I felt both his hands press down on my shoulder; he knelt down, brought me closer to me to whisper in my ear.
“What was your birthday wish?”
“dad?”
“tell me”
“freedom”
“It will happen, god will hear your prayers” he ducked down even closer and whispered.
“All the hatred you have, the darkness crushing all around you that you can no longer control, I will be the one to tame it for you, so please even if it may mean you feel hatred, open your eyes regardless and all the hatred you feel will be absorbed by me, so that you feel nothing but the pleasures of what lies ahead of you when you open your eyes”

Tears were dripping from her face, the dark clouds infecting her aura disappeared, she let the breeze wash her face and she took a few breaths and opened her eyes.

It was as they famous line goes “heaven on earth” It was like looking down on an ocean of stars. The lights glimmered on every building, it was truly mans greatest architectural creation as-well as its greatest piece of art. It was even more spectacular that it had been nothing but a barren wasteland, even insects and the toughest of animals could not have lived here.

The escaped convicts only a century ago came here and had a vision of what life they could live without the whip-lashing of their masters. Out of the clutches of their brutal masters, they created planted a small seed here that grew into the modern city it is today, where free men roam.

An arm grabbed behind me shaking me out of my hypnosis of caused by the glaring lights of the city.
“cmon hon, lets head back”
“dad”
“yes”
“I don’t regret a thing”
“that’s my girl, lets head back home”