Molly's Dream

Started by Lily November 17th, 2004 12:36 PM
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Lily

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Seen February 26th, 2017
Posted June 26th, 2011
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I have two, but I forgot to post this one up. :/ Mainly because, yes, it's...out of tact. >_>; I tried to understand the dialogue thing breezy reviewed before, but...still trying? ;;



Mollys Dream



Pokemon wasnt real.

The three words rang through her mind continuously, partly from her own fantasies and delirium. They were lies, tricking and deceiving her fully. She would refuse to believe them, and the whole concept was so perpetual to the thought. Memories haunted her as they flew swiftly by, one by one. Yet, none could erase those words as they handed her that fleeting truth again, forever tormenting her like so.

Pokemon was an ancient foreign word, rolling cool and slick off her tongue, without a meaning fulfilled. It was a word, a word created by the hands of a simple person. Her mind, she feared, was a feeble worn out thing. It kept pushing at those three words, no matter how much time she tried to deny them.

Molly, someone had spoke, Youve been in a state of coma countless days, and whatever you perceived so far was a dream.

Right. A dream. Like she would believe that? What about the familiar angelic demon with shaggy fur and great wisps of fire? Her eyes stung from crying, and they hurt so badly. Why though? It was not a dream. She had visualized the sequential events in which it had happened, and the visions were so vivid and so clear. A pang of fear touched her heart, unable to grasp the concept. This wasnt real either then.

Youll get used to it sweetie, the loving eyes had brimmed with sympathy and tears. Were just so glad to have you back; your father and I thought the accident killed you. But you made it.

Her father? Did she have one? And her mother; did she even exist?

Papa The girl whispered the fragile words sliced with hope and pity. The vision sprung up in her mind, a familiar creature with mangy mahogany fur, and burning coals of amber eyes gleaming at her adoringly. Her Papa had never failed heryet where was he? This place was new to her, and she did not have a real papa or mama. It was a perception; where she began to see things in her own perspective. This whole thing was a hoax; an accident that had brought to her in life.

Her ears picked up a noise; a door creaking. It groaned softly and inwardly, and Molly knew her eyes were closed. Then, it shut with a soft click, as the footsteps quietly padded towards her. The air had a bitter and tangy taste to it, almost like medicine. Her papa would have never given her uncomfortable settings such as this. No, Pokemon was real. And this was a dream.

Molly? The faint whisper, hushed in fear of disturbing the lying girl, wavered to her ears with a tremor. The seed of anxiety lied strong within her heart, yet she refused to flutter an eye. The figure stayed there, besides her, until curiosity seized and pulled her near. Molly managed a small noise, before blinking her gray blue eyes widely.

Mama? She asked vaguely at the stained face peering down at her, chestnut hair wringing down as the heartfelt brown eyes shined with happiness.

Yes, Molly. Im here, dont worry. She grasped to what felt like her hand, as Molly blinked. Her gaze was so hazy, and so blurry. Nothing was real so far, and she missed PapaEntei.

Wheres Papa? She demanded hoarsely, trying her best to reach up. But the strong hands held her down, as Molly dejectedly slumped down onto the soft covers again.

Shhyou need to rest. Your papahell be here soon. She reassured the subconscious girl, as she struggled to digest those words. She then let out a smell subdued flicker of laugh, before dying down again.

Entei will be here too, right?

The question silenced her Mama. Why was she unsure? Was she even her real Mama?

Molly, the voice soothed her at a considerable rate, nonchalantly approaching the subject. You must stop with your fantasies. Entei isnt real, dear. You were dreaming, and your Papa isnt Entei. Hes only Papa, sweetie.

It was then Molly got vexed by the disturbing lie. She angrily tried to make a simple gesticulation, but only made a fool of herself for trying to get up but failing as her body lifelessly slumped down onto the white sheets unsurprisingly. Her eyes glittered, adamant to fight against the total derision of an effort she had made, and instead showed it through her words.

You are lying. You arent my real Mama, she said bitterly. Mama wouldve known EnteiMama wouldvewouldve... Molly shakily stopped the stinging words, wringing the sheet of blanket tightly in her hands. They curled up, as she dug her fingers making a mark. No matter how great or less the pain would be; it would always lie within her heart.

Molly, the gentle voice broke through her, as the girl reluctantly stared at the tired woman with pleading eyes. Molly She trailed off, unable to control her throat and finish that hanging sentence.

What, Mama? Molly demanded with unusual childish fierceness, defiance clearly conspicuous against her eyes. What? Tell me. Her tone of her voice grew, shrill and panicked with fear and her loss of sanity at the moment. Pain rang through her heart again, drumming nonstop. It was a hideous beat causing her to lose the grasp on concepts.

Her mother had a tranquil voice, soft and lush as a forest. It was simply explanation without words, but something else about her presence Molly failed to put it in terms. It was dripping with not abhorrence or sarcasm of any sort, but pity, sadness, a great rush of love.

Your Papa is dead, Molly. He isnt Entei, Entei never existed.

The girl stayed stiff, face white and pale. All color drained out, she tried to contradict this. Her Papa couldnt be dead. He would never leave his daughter in an unknown room with a foreign mother she did not recognize now. But the words stood audacious and clear, bold without meaning.

Her Papa was dead.

And Entei never existed.

Everything was a dream then?


This is a dream. She announced softly with that same blank daze, the pain lessening now. Good, she would forever make it numb.

Please, Molly A stifled sob was a mere oblivious noise to the girl, as Molly gently closed her eyes, obscuring all visions.

This is a dream, Mama. When I wake up; Entei will be there, and Papa, and my real Mama. She said with a small, delicate satisfaction. Trying desperately to reach the light that awaited her on the far horizon, despite the strange voices pleas, where this dream would finally end


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Molly?

The voice tried breaking through her lost mind, as they repeated themselves once again.

Wake up, dear.

That toneit sounded vaguely familiar. The girl opened her eyes wide, wide enough to greet a pleasant face sending a shiver of ecstasy through her heart.

Mama? she asked hesitantly, unsure of her own opinions.

Indeed, it was true. Her mother still held that eternal happiness, face giving off a content aura. Then where was her Papa? She stared around the once crystal bedroom, jags and beautiful structures of multicolored transparent rocks gleaming back at her. But none could perceive the same elegance at the great beast slowly trotting up to her wide bed. The shaggy chestnut fur hung down slow with the billowing gray cloak flying out like fog, amber eyes glowing with given love and the courage that made Mollys heart skip a beat or two. It was Entei.

Papa! She flung her arms around the creatures neck, feeling the warmth given. Eyes shining with happiness, she stared at his caring face. I thought Id never see you again.

I am always with you. The Enteis deep voice sent a gift of reassurance, sending Molly tilting her head happily.

You were asleep for the longest time, Molly, thats all. Her mother smiled from the bed, even laughed for a second. At this, Molly had to give a wide grin, smoothing out her perfect cobalt dress and gray blue eyes as she held her chin up with pride.

Oh, that. It was just a flaw.

At this, her mother laughed again. The laugh sent a thrill of joy through Mollys own heart, as she mischievously eyed the girl hanging onto her Papas neck.

A flaw?

Molly smiled.

It was a dream.


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Posted June 17th, 2005
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Wow, that was good! Your discriptions are awesome! Keep it up!
I'm really sorry I haven't been on much. All I can say is that my reality life has caught up with me. I'm not the Pokemon Fan I used to be. I really hate to give all of this up after so long, but I can't quite help it. If I'm not online as much as I used to so very long ago, just remember it's my real life holding me back. BUT, when I become famous, I'll totally be sure to mention everyone of you in my acceptance speeches! Just remember the name EMILY MAYNARD!