The little girl woke up again, forehead covered in sweat. It was the same dream again, the same dream over and over again. She couldn't help but clutch her damp shirt.
She was just 6 years old this year! It was her 6th birthday! She wasn't a baby anymore! But she couldn't help but cry as her pudgy hand tightened its grip. She wasn't ready for all these changes in her life!
It had been at least a week ever since she had her last good and nice sleep. One could see dark circles forming around her eyes. If not for her haggard and terrified look, she might be a cute little panda, but no! The girl took no time to stand up and open the television.
She wasn't supposed to open the television so early in the morning. The dusty old black television was turned on, revealing the slightly glitched screen and robotic-like voice. The clock at the corner of the screen showed 04.55, just five minutes before the morning headlines.
To her horror, it was as she had expected. Someone big died. It was said that it was some high rank government person from another country.
Her legs lost all strength. To add to her misery, her parents wasn't there. They were abroad, claiming to find a good place to give birth to her younger sister. She knew that they actually didn't leave her on purpose, but her mother's health was dwindling, so they had to go abroad, otherwise both she and her future baby sister would die.
The nanny found her crying in front of the television, which was long since switched off. The nanny didn't know why she was crying, howling like a crazy person in front of the television. The horror movie section was supposed to end hours ago, what in the world did she watch?
The nanny didn't dare disturb her, that was until her younger sister's babysitter came up to her to console her.
To be honest, her younger sister's babysitter just felt annoyed that she was really loud and nearly woke up the whole complex (which was exagerrated). The little girl's loud wails slowly turned into small hiccups as she fell asleep on the floor. The nanny and the babysitter didn't bother moving her. They just took a small pillow from the room and placed it under her head. The floor was just cleaned an hour ago so why not?
When her father called, the nanny was terrified. The father still didn't know about his daughter's tendecies to suddenly wake up at three or four in the morning, wailing in front of the television or pacing back and forth at the front porch, waiting for the newspapers only to wail while clutching the newspapers afterwards.
It was honestly unexpected that such a good and obedient girl like her would suddenly turn into this ravaging monster, crying, crying and crying. Not one person knew why she cried, she just...cried. Loud, annoying.
She didn't want this terrible fate to be thrusted onto her. Liang Heyun didn't want to experience this! But somehow, she did. That black-clothed woman, pointing her bony finger at her. She wore a black veil to cover her face, and her hair was very long it reached her waist. Her dress was exquisite, black with silver linings, long sleeved, and looked like a funeral robe from ancient China. She didn't really know how real funeral robes looked like, she only saw things from Chinese Dramas.
On the woman's bony hand was a small, eye-like drawing, three small dots around it, and a Yin-Yang symbol as the pupil. A green flame would appear on top of the woman's hand, flickering. Although the wisp of flame seemed as if it could be extinguished easily, it kept on burning, until it turned into smoke so suddenly.
However, sometimes, the three dots would glow, and sent a beautiful blue colour to the green wisp of flame, turning it to white, and the wisp disappeared. The Yin-Yang figure would always spin, turning around, and around, and around. Then she would wake up, after the woman said a string of words she didn't understand.
Whenever the green flame turned to smoke, someone would die, whenever it turned to white flame, no one would die. The little girl hoped not another person would die, but instead, she was met with disappointment.
She didn't know how to activate the three small dots. The dots would only glow once in a fifty chance. But she found out, if only one or two of the three glowed, it was not enough. It had to be three, it had to be all three.
'Why? Why me?' she wanted to ask, she wanted to know. Why her? Why could she control the death of others? See it? Try to prevent it?
Time would show her the answer she seeked the most, no matter how unbelievable it was. She only had to slowly accept her fate.