Resurrection CHAPTER 2

Betty Jetty called Director D before she left, for him to watch Black Widow in case she has some problems. When he came, is when she left.
There was a knock at the door. Betty opened it.
“Oh, hi.” she let in Director D. “You sure you still wanna watch her? She’s still acting a little funny.”
“Yeah, it would help me get a little more responsibility...and strength when it comes to a girl having a breakdown. Cause usually, whenever that happens, I don’t really know what to do...” “Good. In case you’re hungry, and have nothing with you, feel free to raid my pantry. She’s still asleep...lucky for you.”
“Yeah... lucky for me. At least it gives me time to wake up and adjust.”
“Bye. Good luck.” Betty grabbed her handbag.
“Bye.” Betty gave him a hug before leaving. She pulled away and her expression turned grim. “...oh, and you know not to flirt now, right?”
“Oh...yeah...of course not...”
Betty smiled. “You seem ashamed. No need to...unless you’re lying to me.”
Director D laughed. “Ha! No need to. I know it’s just me, uh...being pulled into her reality...OR, uh...I can’t help it...but you know that I’d choose you over her...” he mumbled awkwardly.
“Bye!”
“Bye.”
Director D watched as Betty closed the door and got into her car. Guilt began to rush over him. What do I do now? He thought worriedly. I’d practically have to avoid her ALL day to keep from falling under her spell! MUST RESIST... He cringed at the thought. Why was this all so hard? He did like Betty, actually MORE than Black Widow, but he couldn’t help but become hypnotized at Black Widow’s perfection. Her long wavy dark hair, her fair complexion, her amber eyes, and a
lot of other things.
He plopped down on the couch and began to relax.

Black Widow’s eyes shot open and sat up in a cold sweat. She realized that she just woke up from a dream, and not reality. “Why...”
It was another one of those dreams...they’re coming back... she began to realize.
Ever since she’s left Hawthorne Prison, the dreams about her past has been coming back to haunt her.
She did get over everything and stopped having the dreams about a decade ago, but now, they were back to haunt her.
She remembered everything. The gunshots, the screaming of hundreds of innocent souls, everything. She just couldn’t take it anymore.
The dream replayed in her mind over and over again.

She found herself in a bright room. She realized she what she was wearing. The same Spring dress she wore during the accident. Except now, it was her size and wasn’t torn and didn’t have the bloodstain on it. She grew confused since this dress was worn when she was eleven. But now, she was 24 and was her size...
She spotted a cream plush chair with its back faced to her. There was someone in it. Someone with long, messy, dark waves that reminded her of her own hair. But she could only see the head. The chair was big enough that she couldn’t see the limbs from behind.
She took a step closer. She looked at the figure on the chair.
Black Widow gasped. It was her mother.
Black Widow hesitantly felt her mother’s silk dark hair, her hand shaking like a vibrating back­massaging device.
It was her mother’s dead body. A torn, grass stained dress, with a little blood on her chest area. Her messy, matted hair with bits of debris tangled in it. Her face...one of the things Black Widow would never forget for as long as she lived...maybe longer than her own life...
Her face was pale, her eyes half­closed, her mouth hanging open as if something surprised her enough to give her a heart attack.
Black Widow was so surprised she couldn’t even move. Although she wanted to look away and permanently forget everything, all l she could do was stare at her mother’s face.
She felt a slight tear come loose from one of her eyes.
“STOP!” the sudden voice caused Black Widow to jump. Next thing she knew, there were many men surrounding her with hunting rifles in their hands. She hesitantly gazed into the direction of the speaker.
He was an average height being with messy dark hair with lots of grey streaks. His skin was pale and his eyes were sunken in with lines of unrest. His clothing were in tatters. His body was covered in bandages. The voice sounded oh, so familiar...
It hit her then.