Who knew sleeping so much was SO BORING? The silence was comforting for a while, but I continued to think. After my initial panic attack, I realized I NEVER moved on. Well, I'm not really sure what's going on. I've been drifting in darkness, unable to wake up.
All I can do is think and nothing more. Being stuck in my own head was never a good idea, but having nothing to think about is the worst! Is this hell? I mean, I guess there are worse ways to torture someone, but this silent torture is exhausting!
AHH!
A loud ringing noise surrounds me! It seems to go on forever until it finally stops. What the hell was that? I hate it! And then I heard a giggle. A woman's laugh. I hear her say something, but I struggle to understand her words. I try to speak, or scream, whichever it is, but nothing came out.
Annoying.
I didn't hear anything else for some time until finally… humming? Sounds like the woman from earlier. She's not humming but singing. It's such a nice voice. Finally, some entertainment besides my own musings. I am convinced that I have gone completely crazy at this point.
It doesn't matter because this singing is so delightful; I fall into an even deeper sleep. If that's possible…
“BRENNA! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!”
I'm woken up by an angry man's voice. And then the singing lady, who I now know is Brenna, answers him.
“I'm in here, Keith.”
She seemed tired, or was she scared of something? I don't know, but compared to her singing, her voice sounded very small. Close by, I heard a door banging open, stomping footsteps, and then a deafening slap. My world shook for a moment, and everything was quiet.
“I told you not to touch the flowers in my office!” The angry man, Keith, started throwing what I would call a tantrum. "You're so useless and can't even follow simple orders!”
He was berating her, but she was so silent. I thought I could feel her shaking. But I'm still not sure if it's due to fear or anger. I know one thing, though! I was pissed! If I could, I'd beat Keith with the back of my heels! How dare he hit this lady with the beautiful voice!
And then Brenna chuckled… I think? I'm not sure, but I could somehow tell that something amused her.
“You know," Brenna’s beautiful voice began, “She's been super active for some time.”
"What are you—"
“She’s almost ready and soon you'll have to stop throwing these tantrums over your little whore.”
Oh shit!
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“You, knew?”
Brenna laughed, and you can hear the bemusement salted into it.
“How could I not? You genuinely think that I am stupid, don't you? That I was tossing the flowers away just because they wilted a little?”
She paused for a moment, but I could tell she didn't want him to answer.
"I could have cared for them with little effort. But, who would want weeds to take over their garden?"
“You bitch!”
Another, but a much harsher slap rang in my ears, but this time the world appeared to spin. I was dizzy and, for some reason, in a lot of pain.
Brenna screamed! Something was very wrong. I felt wrong. The pain was too much, and I blacked out.
I woke up! I mean, I actually opened my eyes! The lights were super bright. I still was a bit dizzy, and the world was hazy. But I was not in pain, and I could somewhat see!
Oh! I could feel things too because someone was hugging me. Extremely tight as well! I don't know who they were, but I needed this giant bear to stop with the death grip around my body.
I tried pushing but failed. But whatever I did startled the bear. It looked at me. It was a very tired, teary-eyed, but very pretty giant. She had dark purple hair with lilac eyes. She had umber-colored skin that appeared to glow with a golden sheen to it.
This beautiful giant girl started to sob and squeeze the living soul out of me! I tried to call out, but nothing was working, so I screamed instead. She stopped abruptly and wiped away her tears.
“I'm so sorry!” Her tears started up again. “I'm just so happy you're alive!”
Did I lose my memory or something because I have no idea who this giant girl is? Was she taking care of me while I was comatose and thought I had died or something? Oh! Is she Brenna?
No wonder everything sounded extra loud for a bit. How did I get transported to a giant’s village? I let out a delusional giggle. This caused Brenna to smile. So very pretty! I can't believe some loser would cheat on her. I tried to sit up but couldn't.
Right. Nothing works. Guess that's what it's like to get out of a coma. I let out another delusional laugh and finally, Brenna shattered it by picking me up in her arms. She started cooing at me and calling me her baby girl. I cried, and a bunch of women, who I assumed were her midwives and maids, came running in.
They all looked surprised and began to tear up in unison. I am going to assume this time that they all thought I was stillborn because I passed out. Reminding me again that I am now an infant. This means I will have to go through puberty again!
I ugly cried all through the night.
The midwives tried to calm me, but this kept reminding me of what I was. Finally, Brenna, my mother, took me in her arms. She started to sing a beautiful lullaby.
“In a garden, soft and bright,
Where the stars begin their light,
A blackbird rests beneath the moon.
Singing softly, a gentle tune is heard.
Sleep, little flower, dream so sweet,
While the blackbird sings, your dreams to greet,
In the quiet of the night,
Everything will be alright.
Petals close as the night winds sway,
And the moonlight starts to play,
The blackbird guards with a loving call,
As the evening shadows fall.
Sleep, little flower, dream so sweet,
While the blackbird sings, your dreams to greet,
In the quiet of the night,
Everything will be alright.
Stars above and whispers low,
Guide you to where the dreams will go,
Blackbird's watch and flower’s rest,
On this night, you’re truly blessed.
Sleep, little flower, dream so sweet,
While the blackbird sings, your dreams to greet,
In the quiet of the night,
Everything will be alright.
Rest now, dear, till morning light,
In the calm of the soft night,
The blackbird’s song will keep you near,
With the flowers’ dreams so clear."
I stared at her in awe. So I could remember the words, I listened to her sing the song many times. The midwives tried to take me, but I cried every time she stopped singing. It was around the 16th repeat that I started to grow tired. My mother smiled at me as my eyes began to close, still singing. One day we might sing this together.
“Good night, Zinnia," Brenna said, her voice low and calming.
"Oh, Zinnia! How lovely!” a loudmouth maid burst out, disturbing my peaceful attempt at sleeping.
Another maid shushed her. It was too late. It would take me another minute or so to actually doze off now.
“I'm sorry.” Although still loud, she was a bit quieter with her words. I’d like to think everyone in the room showed their disapproval the way I wanted to.
“It’s just that naming a child is so important. I can't help wondering why you chose such a pretty name, Miss Brenna?”
A couple of sighs escaped from the side of the room where the maids stood.
My mother laughed with a gentle smile.
“Zinnia flowers look delicate but are really tough. They can survive through a lot. They attract all types of attention, especially from butterflies. Since they come in many colors, they don't discriminate when making friends.”
She smiled as she rocked me to sleep, creating a calming rhythm.
“Yes, Zinnias are pure and sweet. But they won't take shit from anything that tries to stop them from blooming.”
Although I wasn't a fan of the name change, I couldn't help but like her description. After Brenna finished talking, she started humming our lullaby. This caused me to fall into a deep sleep.