I am pleased with myself for having made some progress in this research.
Now I have to constantly look over my shoulders as I know for sure that he is coming for me.
A murderous man in his treacherous ways.
Tony assures me of the Federal protection and I can trust my devoted Jamal to always be on guard regardless of the situation.
However, I am aware it is only a matter of time before Simon finds out who sabotaged his illegal operation at Home bell.
He has never been the one to forgive and forget.
When I lost my parents.
It dealt a huge blow to me.
My parents were not perfect but they tried their best to give me a life of affluence and opulence.
I had everything at my beck and call and as an only child, I lacked nothing, except my parents.
I never really met John in person until the abrupt death of my parents even though I have seen him in one of my Dad's childhood pictures, which he later kept in the basement after I asked him about it.
For some reason, my Dad never mentioned family but one thing was clear, wealth runs in the family.
Now that I am a grown woman.
it dawned on me that there is a lot I still do not know about my family.
The death of John who took me in and nurtured me after my parent's demise left so many loopholes that need to be filled.
I have been seeing several things ever since I was a kid.
I saw several flashes in my mind's eye sometimes so real I can even feel its pangs when I woke up.
I always see a certain man frequently on my journey.
Heavily bearded with surprisingly bright eyes.
He is old in appearance but has the speed of lighting when he moves and he always tries to speak to me.
At times his voice is soothingly and soft.
Husky and almost whispering to me.
Other times I can hear his screams penetrating my eardrums even while I am at work.
I hear echoes of his warning sometimes, with flashes of his appearance during the day.
At some point, I felt I was out of my mind or imagining things like my father would tell me; until now.
Growing up I usually had these recurring dreams where I see myself in a garden.
Painted all in crimson red.
I will see skeletons planted on the crimson soil with pig-headed monsters overseeing the plants.
Holding out a sickle and ridding the skeletons of their head.
They seem to be in a hurry as they await who they call The Keeper.
The pig-headed monsters had the body of humans but their flesh is ripped off and their blood is flowing down through the soil.
The sun shines upon the skeletons planted but the sun itself is crimson red and none of the beings in this garden could see me.
One by one the skeletons began to wake.
Letting out a screeching sound as new heads pops out of their neck and their structure grows taller.
While we were there it began to rain.
Blood drizzled from above and flowed down all parts of the garden before it became a downpour.
As it rained, the keeper arrived.
A giant imp of a man with his body filled with clocks and his head filled with eyes.
He had no mouth and nose but he has many eyes which looked small and round.
His eyes were lustrous and glittering as he moved nearer to the pig-headed monsters.
He had a black and white staff and was dressed in a silver lining cape.
He moved nearer to the monsters, and he looked toward me, placing his hands close to his mouth.
In that instant, I could not scream.
Neither could I move.
Instantaneously I was thrown back into my bed.
I still could not move or shout, then I saw the Imp again.
This time he was taller growling over me as I lay helpless on the sofa bed.
Trying to wake up even after setting up my alarm so It would wake me up.
Then I heard the voice of the old man who seemed to me like my guardian calling out to me to wake up.
He was carrying a lamb and wearing a lemon cloak.
The moment the Keeper sensed his presence, he vanished.
I kept on having these dreams, in some particular order every night.
Even though I had other visions, the dream became constant.
The old man, in particular, tried to tell me I needed to defeat the keeper as he will never back down,
'He is a resilient old minion of Vlada', he said ' And now you have his attention.
As I kept on having these dreams.
I would get hit and then wake up in pain.
I tried to tell my parents but they both dismissed me.
My Dad simply told me dreams are a result of our imaginations.
I decided to find a way to talk to this mysterious old man who I always see in my dreams and visions.
The efforts were futile and I could not predict when he will see me.
He suddenly comes and goes and he had an extremely swift way of moving.
Everything changed on a certain afternoon when the old man appeared again.
This time in my visions, he simply told me I had the power to take down the Keeper.
All I needed to do was to find out his weakness.
Thus I decided to make some research about him.
Not much was found but then I realized something specifically.
It loathes the color lemon.
Now it made sense why the old man wore lemon outfits the last time he appeared.
He was trying to tell me but then it seemed he was limited in a way.
I went ahead and redesigned my room with the color lemon and the last night I saw him.
He began to shed his skin at the sight of the color lemon till its true form showed.
All that was left of him was a small tiny lemon-colored dwarf.
With its shiny many eyes now much smaller and dull.
It faded into thin air afterward and that was the last I saw of him.
Moving on over the years.
I kept having dreams and visions, and my mystery guardian never left me.
Unfortunately, my parents passed suddenly.
How I suffered the accident to date remains a puzzle to me.
My victory on the keeper was short-lived anyway.
As other monsters were awaiting me, and oh boy.
They came in large numbers, and the voices in my head got more resounding and cranky.
I began to see different versions of myself in the mirror.
Sometimes my reflection watches over me.
Other times it feels like it is stalking me as it stares directly at me.
Slowly and threatening.
At times I can see more than one image appear haphazardly when I stare at the mirror and it's always trying to intimidate me.
More like another extension of me trying to take over.
In the process of seeking solutions.
I resorted to studying wild and trying several new things.
It was in the midst of it all that I met my therapist.
A middle age man who was very considerate of me and made me feel as if I was not crazy.
What struck me the most about him were his lovely affectionate eyes.
His calm, and soothing demeanor and his ability to pay attention.
The way we met was a little embarrassing.
I was supposed to be on the elevator before 10.
But then, Laura was abruptly returned to the present when she heard ceaseless shots being fired in her direction; before her very eyes.
Tony sparkle stood upfront alongside Jamal.
With both men standing up to the assailants.
She watched as the bullets pierced deep into the necks of some of the men.
Blood began to gush out, it reminded her of the crimson-red garden.
Amid all this mayhem, and while she was still in shock.
Jamal held her by the hand, and while he took her to a better shelter to hide.
Tony and the other men stayed back to dispel the bedlam with the upheaval it brought.
Bits by bits, she saw flashes at this very moment.
It felt like her life was flashing right before her eyes but then she saw her guardian.
Although she is still clueless as to his identity.
She espied him standing in front of the shooters.
Standing beside a Phoenix and holding his sword high.
In an instant, he was gone and all that was left was the collector with his red eyes glowing angrily at her but he could not get close.
'This is it she said to herself as the atmosphere seems to be getting tender.
She closes her eyes and then imagines herself as a child planting her daffodils and singing with her bluebirds.
Her fond memories of it are here she hides when she gives in to fear.
When the journey becomes dark.