Dreaming

The mind of Eliorah was finally resting. A few tears were visible on her face. Still there after she came thinking about her brother. Still there after she curled herself up, the dam in her eyes broken, as a stream of pained longing left her system. Though only for the moment. She knew it would be back tomorrow morning. When she had to accept again that she was in love with someone who was in so many ways not the right man.

First and foremost, he was family. Not in the sense that he was blood related, many a times her head had tried to overlook it when she was thinking about him. It was in the sense that they both grew up in the same house. She couldn’t even imagine a world in which she grew up with someone else than Stan, because he had been there from the start as far as she could remember. They had been at the backseat of the car as they would go on small holidays to north cascades national park. They had fights as they would grow up over stupid little things. At the start she could remember that she won most of them because she was older than Stan. Though it had changed at some point where Stan became more dominant in their conversations. Taking the lead now almost instantaneous when his older stepsister gave it to him.

And she had been giving it to him. Quite willingly as well. As it started when he had come home one day from the zoo. Apparently he and Lauren had gone again after their school trip. At first Eliorah didn’t understand why her mom had given Stan money to go there. When Stan had been at the zoo just a couple weeks ago, they had caused certain mayhem. Which was why she had been critical at first when he had come into the living room. She had said many things she now regretted. Telling him that he was an idiot for returning there and that dad would better not hear of it. His eyes had been directed at hers. She had blinked to look down. Immediately recognizing that she shouldn’t have said something like it. But she had always tried to protect her little brother. And he didn’t seem to appreciate it, he and his Lauren willingly walking into trouble. She couldn’t do anything about his mischief.

Which was another reason why he isn’t good for her. He is a problem walking on two legs. Could Stan have gotten himself into a better school? Yes, he could have. But instead of following lessons and such he was doing ‘herowork’. Saying that he was trying to do the best of his ability to help people. Which was bullshit, if he wanted to help so badly become a doctor. Learn to be a doctor and work in the same hospital as Eliorah. She could have easily helped him with his tests. And then they could work together and be together. It was a far better solution than willy nilly running through the streets helping old ladies and fighting bad guys.

And he was so incredibly stubborn. He couldn’t see in how much danger he was as he would go into an alley. Eliorah had seen people who needed help and they wouldn’t take one good look at Stan and see what he was trying to do. Second to that he was trying to remove a problem, while not solving it. In a poor area there was always going to be crime. The best way to solve it is to make people be able to do the right thing. Which in most cases wasn’t handed out to them. Something that many people called the ‘evil’ of the city. An evil that Stan wasn’t fighting in the slightest.

Stan is so stupid. So incredibly stupid. He is the most stupidest of all. He gets Eliorah so incredibly riled up. She wants to hate him so badly. Tears leaking out as she is curled up. Feeling like she’s been hit in the stomach with how much she had worried when she had seen the site of the buss accident. She had thought it to be a minor incident when Stan had called her. And as she had seen him, almost no scratch on his body, she hated him for being alive. She loved him for being alive. She wanted to kiss him again like he had done her. She wanted to forget about all that the kiss could stand for. She wanted to be carried in his arms. She wanted to hear him laugh like he always did at stupid things she told him. She wanted him to tell her how his week had gone. She wanted him to hold her. To just hold her.

Then, she fell asleep.

Her dreams all centered around her brother, as it has been more frequent as of last week. His kiss still teasing her to this day. What it could mean, but mostly debating the what if.

First there was a scene that was black and white in her mind. Playing itself of like a silent movie from the forties. There she was, somehow looking at herself in third person. A woman connected with a string to a tv. Looking at how her life is playing out. Seeing how she goes to work. Day in, day out. While things come and go. She sees how the shades are all white around her. She can see how there is nothing else. Clinically clean.

She is also aware that the tv flickers a bit. Almost no life in it. As pieces seem to be breaking. The antenna slowly falling down. To then, suddenly jerk up. As a man entered the scene of the tv. Quickly adding color to Eliorah. She could see how she perked up like she had done when she was a little kid. Though it was funny to see how others might have perceived it. Perhaps if Eliorah had been awake she might have asked herself how she knew how she could have imagined that. Since it was a memory of Stan that was slithering to her subconscious.

The little girl was excited as if she had just seen the hero appear in her dreams. And just like that. Not only did more color appear on the girl. The tv seemed to do so too. Transforming itself into a new age as well. The antenna gone. Quickly making room for a connector. As a dvd player seemed to be build into the thing. While Eliorah could feel herself coming closer to the woman. Slowly being drawn into her.

There Stan stood in the tv. Wearing a cape and all. As a true hero he stood there basking in the presence. It was such a beautiful scene. New colors seemed to reimagine themselves around them like fireworks as Eliorah could now look through the eyes of her dream her. As she felt something appear around her neckline. She looked down to see how the connection between the tv and her had changed.

An interlocking chain that looked quite solid had been attached to a collar around her neck. While the tv had gone to. And in its place now stood the man that had her. The man that owned her. As she submissively bend her head to him again. Not even speaking a word as she was quite used to this already. And it felt so good.