May 1, 2017
Brooklyn looked around the room and reminded herself that her friends wanted to know what was wrong, they wanted to know about her visions.
She took a deep breath and began her explanation, “it started a while ago before I even considered being friends with Atifa. They were never as dangerous. It was just a little bit here and there. The visions were just like quick daydreams. It didn’t become full episodes until mid-March. They didn’t even directly involve Zora until right before Atifa told me about all of this.”
“Zora? What does any of this have to do with him?” Atifa asked. Brooklyn looked down at her hands forcing herself to hold in the tears that were threatening to fall.
“I’m getting to that,” the girl said. “I didn’t know it was him until recently. I’m still trying to figure why he’s involved. I have some ideas, but I hope none of them are concrete reasons.”
“So, Zora is apart of this,” Atifa said, waiting for the rest of the of Brooklyn’s story.
“Anyway, that time we were training, when it was just the two of us, that was the first time I had a vision that bad. It was the first time I had a nightmare that knocked me out. It was this woman telling me she was my creator or something. I still don’t know what that means. I don’t even know who my birth parents are, much less my creator.
“After that, things began to get worse. After the first time I saw Zora in a vision, I was attacked. The second time, when the woman told me she was my creator, I was attacked by the Noson. While I was unconscious after that, I had yet another vision. I was being tortured by someone I think could have been a Guardian. He was questioning me about Zora’s location, and then Zora came in, rescued me and snapped the guy’s neck,” Brooklyn finished.
“Tamarisk,”Atifa breathed. The Empathy Guardian turned to look at Laz. “Did you know about this when you told me he died.
“I didn’t know about it. I just knew Brooklyn saw this stuff. She didn’t tell me any of the details,” Laz said, shaking his head. Atifa glanced at Brooklyn through the corner of her eye. The girl was crying as she remembered all the pain Tamarisk had caused her. The number of scars that now covered her body because of him.
Atifa held Brooklyn’s hand tightly.
“Every time I’m in physical pain, I have a vision. I think that’s what triggers them. That and saying things that somehow relate to the past that I don’t remember,” Brooklyn said. “When I was in this one vision, I realized that I had no control over anything I did in the nightmares. It was like it had already happened and I just remembered it. I can’t explain it because I don’t understand it. I think that those visions where I can’t control my own body are memories. That’s why we asked Bray to help. We’re trying to figure if their memories or not and if they are, what that means about me. For all I know, I could have been working for Zora. He could still be in my head. I don’t know.”
“Zora might know all our plans because he’s controlling you?” Atifa asked. “Now I understand why you didn’t want to tell us.”
Brooklyn looked down, a tear dropping onto her clasped hands. The tears continued to fall but not because of the fear of her friends rejecting her and becoming afraid of her. It was because of the painful memories of physical pain and mental torture Brooklyn had gone through.
”If I knew Zora was controlling me, things would be different. I know that at least, but it’s terrifying not knowing when someone is in your head or even if they are at all. Zora could be in my head right now. I don’t know. I never know, ” Brooklyn cried. Her body racked with sobs. Karter rubbed the girl’s back softly, doing the best he could to soothe his friend.
The Guilt Guardian could tell Brooklyn was terrified, but he couldn’t do much to help her considering he was helpless when it came to crying girls.
Brooklyn looked at Karter. He could see how scared she was to remember the visions as if she was going to end up in another horrible dream, one more horrible than the others. Karter didn’t understand why anyone would do this to Brooklyn, she was perfectly sane until one random day. The Guardian thought back to his friend’s story. Brooklyn had said she didn’t remember her birth parents. Karter looked out the window and then back at Brooklyn.
“Wait, Brooklyn,” Karter finally asked. The girl sniffled before replying.
“Yeah, what is it?”
“Earlier, you said you didn’t know who your birth parents were. I didn’t know you were adopted,” Karter said.
“I’m not adopted. All my memories, everything down to the smallest detail was a lie. We think Zora stole all my memories and replaced them with new ones so I could spy for him without me knowing. Either that or he accidentally wiped my mind when he was doing something to me, I don’t know what but it’s a valid theory,” Brooklyn explained sadly, sniffing every once in a while.
“Wow,” Karter said, leaning back to process the information. A thought struck him. “Wouldn’t that mean you and I aren’t really friends, we just have memories of each other. Everything I remember doing with you is just fake up until when?”
“That’s right,” Brooklyn sighed. “I don’t know when this life became a reality. I don’t know where the fake memories end and the real stuff starts. I’m guessing the memories end when Atifa introduced me to monsters and Guardians and all that.”
“It’s complicated and hard to understand,” Laz said. “Is that all for the visions. Have you had any recently?”
“There were two I had recently, and I think those two are the most important, but they scare me the most. I don’t know what caused them, but they happened, and they were bad,” Brooklyn said.
“So tell us then,” Bray said. It was the first thing the Sadness Guardian had said since Brooklyn began her story. Said girl nodded and continued with her long, painful story.