The Demon King's Daughter
Nightmares
"Why am I always to blame. Why? and I do nothing. I just. I just. I just follow my heart." The 7-year-old girl spoke while doodling her picture book.
"Meow..."
"When they don't know anything, they're not my real parents either, they're just pretentious hypocrites!" The movement of his hands in the picture book was getting faster.
"Meow..."
"They never appreciated me! Though I love them very much, but they never understand..." Tears began to drip from the boy's eyes.
"Meow..." The sound of the cat in front of him grew louder, as if trying to stop the girl's strange thinking.
"Shut up! You think being friends with a cat like you would make me happy, huh?! my friends think I'm weird because of you! I don't know which one comes first. I'm considered weird for always talking to a cat, or they stay away from me. Hiks."
The girl's hand stopped from scribbling her picture book. Suddenly shouted loudly, "Ahhhh! I hate all of you!! JUST DIE!!!!!" He threw his drawing book and pencil at the cat, and immediately turned his body to shout crazy things while banging his head against the wall at each word.
"Dead! Die up! Die up! Die up! DIE THERE!!!"
"I'll kill! I'll kill! I'll kill! I'll KillAkanKub KillAkanKubay!"
Surprisingly, despite the loud screaming from earlier, no one came to his aid or just stopped his screams, or at least came to see him. Either because they really don't listen or just don't care.
The boy continued to bang his head, until he felt a liquid object flowing from his temple.
"Ah, it's black Ahahahaha!" The girl laughed like a maniac, and again banged her head.
Suddenly a hand pulled on his shoulder, making him stop doing his activities. Angrily, he looked back.if it was his uncle or aunt, he was preparing to yell at them.
But what the boy saw was someone who was filled with white and bright colors. The boy could not see his face properly, as the light surrounding the man was too dazzling. He raised his hand, placing one index finger on the child's forehead.
Next, what the child saw was the entire place turning white, then black...
"Savilla's..." The sound seemed so close. Like calling himself to keep coming in
Savilla followed the voice, and then she saw...
it was himself with an evil smile on his face. "Hehe, come to me."
***
Savilla awakens from her nightmare of gasping for breath. He looked around, and breathed a sigh of relief. "Flame, thank goodness I'm in my room."
It had been a few days since he had not worn his necklace, nightmares had continued to haunt him.
And that dream was always about her childhood. Savilla did not remember doing anything in the dream as a child. Savilla wanted to think it was just a dream. But unfortunately, Savila realized, there were some moments in her childhood where she did not remember at all about it.
it is only natural to forget about childhood, so for most people. But Savilla feels uncomfortable if she can't remember any part of her childhood. When looking at her childhood photos, she can explain where and when exactly the photo was taken, what Savilla was feeling, what the atmosphere around the place of the photo was like, and others. But there are some photos of her childhood that Savilla can't remember at all, until she's not even sure that the one in the picture is her.
'How about my lost childhood moments.., when those moments happen.., it's not me who controls me?'
Savilla often sees her in movies, multiple personalities and other psychological disorders.
Savilla shook her head, 'It's impossible, if I had something like that, my uncle or aunt would have noticed it and told me to get rid of the illness as soon as possible'
Savilla took a long breath
