The lady was getting ready to go out. With one last look in the mirror, she stood. The flowing white gown she wore hugged her willowy body, swirling around her ankles in the breeze from the window.
Electricity filled the air. Deirdre could feel it flowing over her skin, raising the hairs on the back of her neck. It was time. Deirdre backed away from the door, hiding in the shadows, as the woman made ready to leave, exiting with such grace that Deirdre couldn't help but watch as she glided down the hallway.
Hurrying to catch up, her own white gown twisting around her legs as she darted down the hallway, Deirdre hoped that she would be as elegant as her someday. She hung back a little and stuck to the shadows until they were well away from home, where someone might catch her and force her to stay.
More than anything, Deirdre wanted to watch her tonight, to see her perform in all her glory. She had heard from the other girls that the woman was amazing, but Deirdre was not old enough, not ready, to go out and watch her yet. That wouldn't stop her though. She had a curiosity in her that would not be put off or satisfied with simple answers. It drove her to learn and discover everything she could about the world she lived in. It often got her in trouble too, but tonight, she wouldn't get caught. She would follow her out, see what the other girls were talking about when they thought she wasn't listening, and learn about her own future, what she would become.
Deirdre laid her hand on the tall stone where she had lost track of the lady in white. Something seemed off about the stone and the vibrant green hills rolling in every direction, but before she could think twice about it, she spotted her roaming through the countryside near a stone wall, the long billowy sleeves of her gown floating on the wind as it howled around them. There was something else in the wind, an eerie sound both beautiful and desperate. Deirdre listened, her heart aching, breath caught in her throat. It called to her. She closed her eyes, feeling the sound vibrate within her, until it was gone. She stayed motionless, waiting for the sound to return, until she felt the hands on her shoulders…
Deirdre opened her eyes. She was in bed, the lush green hills growing foggy, getting less vibrant with every second she was awake. She sighed deeply, the dream lost to her completely.
She sat up and looked out the window. The trees looked malevolent in the predawn light. Their branches twisted and empty like the dream had made her feel. She grabbed the diary off the night stand and opened to the first blank page.
I dreamed again that I was a little girl following the mysterious blonde woman through the green hills. I was young, three or four maybe. It felt real, intense. I was fascinated by her, and so curious. The sound on the wind, my eyes fill with tears even now just thinking about it. As soon as I wake up the images start to fade, but not the feelings, they are still strong. It starts with a sense of belonging, hope, and curiosity, but it always ends with sadness, longing, and fear. I've had this dream a dozen times and it’s always the same. It must have some meaning, but what? Maybe I just need it to have meaning, to tell me something about who I am or who I was. I can’t remember where I came from. Maybe that’s what it’s trying to tell me. Maybe it’s a clue, a memory. It doesn't matter though, it’s gone, and I’m still here. Here with a family that loves me no matter where I came from. I just need to learn to love myself the same way.
Deirdre closed the diary and looked out the window again. The sun was rising, illuminating the branches on the trees. On a closer look, they weren't empty. Tiny buds had begun to grow, bringing new life to the tree. It no longer looked scary, but beautiful and full of promise. If the trees could blossom again after losing everything, maybe she could too.