“You’re not dying, at least not yet.” a voice said. I opened my eyes and was in a room. Where did I go? Where was everyone else. The room was my dream kitchen. A large stove, pantry, refrigerator. The lights were bright but not too intense. The tiled flooring was clean. Big enough for me to cook for and feed a family of five.
“Who’s there?” I called out.
“I’m here” A small, yellow glow with wings appeared in front of me. The glow morphed into water and into a female fairy. Her small body looked like flowing water. In a weird way her watery features looked like me, if I was made from water. Except her eyes were almond shape and dominates her face. There wasn’t any real semblance of a nose and her mouth was the next biggest feature.
“Who are you?
“I’m your gatekeeper.”
“Are you a demon?”
“No, and I’m not a guardian angel either, Professor Ford just told you that to make it easier on you to accept me. I’m your conscience.”
“Yeah, how can I explain it to you. You know how you make decisions and think to yourself? I’m who you are talking too. Only psychics have the ability to talk to their conscience. We act like white blood cells for psychic related stuff.” She sounded so bubbly, I guess this is how others saw me too. I smiled a little.
“Well, then, you are like a guardian angel.”
“If that helps, then yeah, but now that we are connected, the important thing is you can use me yourself. I’m your guide and your protector.”
“How do I do that?”
“See as your gatekeeper, I’m the real bridge between you and the spiritual. Thanks to Ford we can now communicate on a personal level, but you can use our miracle ability.
“Miracle? Good that’s what we need right now.” I said looking out the windows. The light outside was brighter than inside the kitchen. “Why are we in a kitchen?”
“This is your idealized place, Shantel.” she flew to my right shoulder. “But let’s stay focus. Your miracle is called empathy.”
“I have that already.”
“Yes, everyone has it, but yours is supernatural. We can feel the emotions of others from far away.
“How does that help me now?”
“That’s up to you to find out. All I know is what our miracle is called. Ford could explain the rest to you. If you want me to let him in. He could of forced his way in since he bonded with you.
“Sure is!” I’ve been keeping him at bay, but he’s powerful. Should I let him in?
I really wasn’t sure if I should let the professor into my subconscious. I felt that if we were to get out of trouble though, that I needed to trust my gatekeeper and him. The door to outside was a off white, large, and seemed to be made of wood. The knob was yellow and I notice that the accents around the kitchen were yellow.
“Let him in.” I said.
Professor Ford walked in from a door that looks like it lead outside. He must have had a surprise look on my face. “It’s about time. I thought you would be the hardest to convince since you’re so religious.
“What does that mean?” how could he be rude at a time like this. “Where is everyone else?”
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