"Here, it explains all I have told you before, so I'll skip to the next part." Informed the grandmother.
"Here! That's what we need! 'The emergence of Trauma'."
"Read it, Mother!"
"When Trauma takes over a girl's heart, it begins to emerge every time a tense feeling attakes. The heart beats fast when physical pain or anger are felt. The intense heartbeats work as a bell, ringing and warning Trauma that danger is around, it then unleashes its full form as a way of self-protection, to kill the source of danger no matter what or who that source is."
"Anger... physical pain?" He whispered. "Huh!" He gasped then looked at his daughter. "You were angry and tried pulling your eye out! That's why that thing showed up!"
"And you aggressively held me by the shoulder. That's why it tried to kill you."
"Dina, what did the beast do to you when it came out?" The old lady asked.
Dina turned her head toward her grandma and tried to remember.
"Uhm… It filled the place with smoke and stood right before me. And all it did was softly growl while staring at me with its eye that looked like a spiral circle. It shined bright and gave me this… weird sensation of ease. I felt... safe when looking at it."
"It didn't harm you in any way?" Asked the old one.
"No, not at all."
"I see."
Everyone went silent for a moment.
"The book does not hold much information about the being itself. It only explains how it emerges, why, and the results of the emergence... No wait, there's more!"
"What does it say, Mother?"
"It's titled 'Trauma the unstoppable weapon'."
"Weapon?" Questioned the son.
The grandmother read the page with her eyes, silently. The more she read, the wider they opened.
"Mother, I don't like the expression on your face. What is it?"
"It says here that Trauma, if controlled, the girl can use it as a weapon against whomever she wants. It becomes a puppet to her. She orders and it obeys."
"What?!" Gasped the father. "That's horrible!"
"It is! Imagine a girl with a cold heart and rage in her eyes, no pity in her soul whatsoever. Terrible things could happen!"
As the two discussed their opinions, Dina was having a flashback. The memories flashed in her eyes, reminding her of something.
"It did happen." She said.
"Heh?" They wondered.
"With mother." Silent, Dina stared at the beast drawn on the page, and then hallucinations kicked in. The ink seemed to come out of the paper forming the whole scene of her mother's death, with five terrifying beings surrounding the parent and her child. Gradually, five other figures were formed out of the monsters. They were women who stood before the beasts, each woman with her own. The wicked smiles on their faces made Dina's heart beat fast and her blood pressure rise. Suddenly, they approached them. The mother aggressively pushed her daughter away, then in a flash, the beasts fell on her like heavy waves.
"MOTHER?!" Dina was shaking.
"Dina!!" Worried the other two.
"What is it?! What's wrong?!" Feared the father.
"T--those women they-- they killed Mother!" She hardly spoke.
"What women?" The father held his daughter by the shoulders as he focused on her words.
"Mother's friends! They-- they invited her to the forest that evening for a picnic. And-- and I insisted on her to take me with her. When--when we arrived nobody was there at first, until those-- those things came out of the trees. I was-- I was horrified by their presence I didn't pay close attention to the women before them. They were-- they were covered with smoke, then little by little they showed up! I remember now! I remember everything!" She sobbed and sniveled. The father hugged his daughter tightly to calm her down.
"Dina! Go easy on yourself, please!" He worried sick as his daughter shook between his arms.
With sad eyes, the grandmother looked at the beast drawn in the book and said, "You sure are a nightmare." She then turned towards Dina and called. "Dina, my dear. Listen to me carefully."
Shacking, Dina wipes her tears and turns her attention to her grandmother.
"Those things that killed your mother were driven by their owners, and their owners were driven by anger. I do not know what caused their anger towards your mother, but what I do know is that you must never let yourself reach such a state. You hear me! You must control yourself, your anger, and your actions. Otherwise, you'd be killing innocent people and traumatizing little children."
"I don't know if I can do it, Grandmother... I--"
"You have no choice! You must figure it out! You... you almost lost another part of your family." She looked at her son with worry.
"And you almost lost yourself too." Added the father.
Dina looked at him with her wet eyes filled with fear. A fear of losing him as well.
The grandmother's words ignited a flame of awareness inside the young one's heart. She realized after that, that her life would not be as simple as it always had been, and that she'd have to face the beast itself, all on her own.
Night time had arrived, and the father and his daughter stayed over at the grandma's house, then in the morning, they got back home. They spent the day doing their usual activities while thinking about the old lady's words. Later at night, each one went to their rooms. In bed, Dina was asleep while breathing heavily; having another unwanted dream. She saw herself walking in the void. Nobody was around. Alone, she walked as she observed the white world around her. Suddenly, black smoke came out of nowhere, surrounding the place. It all went dark and smoky in a second, raising fear inside Dina's heart.
Anxious, she froze in place. "H--hello?!" She nervously called.
"I know you're here!" Her voice echoed around filling the silent area.
The place was quiet, even her breathing sounded loud.
Waiting patiently, She looked around expecting someone to come to her. Later, she fixed her sight ahead till a white light emerged from the darkness.
"Huh!" She gasped.
Her eyes opened wide as the light slowly approached. As it got close to her, it lightened more and then stopped.
"The spiral-circled eye." She whispered.
"It's... you, Trauma."
Out of nowhere, Trauma emerged in its terrifying form and stood still facing Dina, staring at her whole.