I felt like Alice in Wonderland as I floated from one kooky room to another. When I passed a room full of green fire-breathing flamingoes, I was afraid of losing my mind. Finally, I landed on a cracked white surface. Everything bore a crack. The walls, the floor, and the ceiling far above me.

  “Ok? Where am I,” I muttered, only answered by screams and crying. This place spooked me. I walked further into this barren white world and watched as cracks continued to form on the surface like the Grand Canyon. Or a volcano only the lava was black and tarry. I bent down to touch it, curious as to what it was.

  “I wouldn’t touch that,” said a familiar female voice. I felt large hands on my shoulders tug me away from the tar substance.

  “Easy, Strength. You don’t want her to fall into someone else’s subconscious,” said a tall bespeckled male.

  “Yeah, especially with how messed up this one is, no telling what she’d see,” said Roy, who was familiar with his porn shirt and chain jeans.

  “I so regret coming. This place is such a mess!” A redhead said.

  “Then you should have stayed back, Jessica,” said a copy of me, but thinner and far more grown up emotionally.

  “Maryanne, Strength, Mark, Jessica, Roy, but where’s Jack?” I asked, recognizing my voices.

  “Right behind you, My,” said a complete shadow. It was dressed from head to foot in black and had obsidian hair and eyes but the palest skin.

  “W-why are you all here? How?” I asked, shaking and Strength the only black male, hugged me.

  “We came cause’ being in the subconscious of someone else is a nasty job,” he said.

  Maryanne nodded. “From here on you do as we say. We know the mind a bit better than you do,” she said, smiling.

  “Don’t get lost, fatty,” said Jessica, smirking and I frowned.

  “Jess, be nice or go back,” said Jack as he stepped beside me.

  “Agreed,” said Mark as he walked ahead of the group, a book in his hands.

  “I can’t believe you brought that book, bro,” muttered Jack.

  “I can’t believe we’re related. You look like a vampire,” Mark replied.

  “If I came in my real form, Myra would faint,” he muttered.

  “Why? What do you really look like?” asked Jessica as we walked the cracked landscape. I stopped paying attention and watched as a crack opened before me. Pale silver glowed from between the cracks.

  “Hey! There is someone under the cracks!” I yelled watching as the crack healed slightly. I pressed a glowing hand to the crack and closed the crack. The glow spread to the other cracks and slowly they all began to heal. The walls and even the ceiling began to glow. My feet were displaced as an earthquake swept through the landscape and a huge crack reopened, spitting out a body. I raced to it and noticed a silver-haired girl. Her galactic silver eyes were wide and unseeing. As I was about to press my glowing hand to her forehead, a scream stopped me.

  From the black ooze came the same girl but with a crazy look in her eyes.

  “I can’t let you do that, no,” she said, wagging a finger.

  “Why not,” asked Strength.

  The girl smiled wide. “There is a spell not letting us awake. You’d kill us instead.”

  “Where is this spell,” asked Maryanne.

  “All around us! Yes, all around us!”

  “Myra healed the mind of the curse,” Jack said, pointing to the cracked interior. The walls were smooth and the ceiling was no longer falling apart. The ground was completely free of cracks except for the one that had birthed the girl.

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  “I can heal that one too,” I said, walking over to it and putting my golden glowing hand against it. The crack sunk leaving pristine floors.

  The girl wailed and black goop seeped from the floor to encircle us. Strength picked me off the floor.

  “Wait, the girl!” I cried squirming in his arms.

  “You can’t touch the black goop of her subconscious, Myra,” said Maryanne.

  “But if I wake her, we can be rid of creepy,” I answered, squirming more.

  “She’s right,” said Roy as he faced the girl, who was being covered in black goop.

  “No, she can’t touch her now,” said Mark.

  “Um, bro? We literally have no choice. We can go against the subconscious while Myra wakes the girl up,” said Jack as he shook off some goop off his boots.

  I don’t like it but you’re right,” said Maryanne. “Strength let her go. We’ll handle creepy, while Myra wakes up the girl and the consciousness gets back into boss mode.”

  Strength let me go and I splashed down into the goop. Immediately my mind was assaulted by images. Images of this girl as a child.

  She is practicing runes.

  She is crying with a blonde woman with emerald eyes.

  I shake the memories off and travel to the girl, while my voices face the creepy twin. I meet her and plunge my glowing hands into the black goop that is covering her. More memories.

  She is five and is running away from a blond male scared.

  She is ten and she is talking quietly with her twin on the uses of runes as a divining project. Jonah’s face floats in front of me then everything is dark and screaming is all I can hear, before light blinds me.

  I grab a hold of the girl’s body and pull her to the top of the goop. I place my glowing hand upon her forehead and she twitches. I let my power cover her completely. She glows golden and then her eyes flutter and close before slowly opening again and again. She sputtered and I hauled her from the pool of black goop and laid her on the floor.

  “What?” she gasps.

  “Welcome back,” I said and faced where my voices were fighting the subconscious. Jack was hidden in a shadow while Maryanne was glowing golden. Jessica was floating while Roy burned and Mark stood to the side his book put aside somewhere. Strength was glowing blue and was currently shooting water guns at the subconsciousness. The girl turned towards the fight and gasped.

  “They fight me?” she asked.

  “A crazy version of you,” I said. “But you are awake now. We can stop the fight now,” I said. The girl nodded and tried to stand. She fell.

  “Oh! Hey! Hang on to me,” I said as I passed my glowing hand around her. She was healed just weak from the spell. I carried her frail frame to where the fight was.

  “Hey! I got her up!” I yelled and Strength came and picked us up.

  “There we go,” he said as we clung to him as he went back to the fight.

  The crazy girl took one look at the other awake girl and squealed. “You’re awake!”

  “Yes?” said the confused girl.

  The black goop receded and the crazy girl approached her. “I’ve been guarding us for nearly eleven years now! It’s good to see you healed. I shall go now. My time on the outside has ended. I can return to my home,” she said happily stepping into the goop. A doorway opened and she stepped through, disappearing. The goop receded leaving everything sparkling clean and one confused girl.

  “Can someone explain to me what just happened,” she muttered.

  “That was your subconsciousness. It’s been awake ever since the spell you were placed under and has gone a bit nutty. Once you woke there was no need for it to be in the form it was and it returned to its true form, the goop,” said Jack.

  “So, she was me but not me then?” she asked, and Jack nodded.

  “She was protecting your mind from intruders like us,” said Jessica, buffing her nails.

  “Welcome back to the real world,” said Strength.

  The girl shook her head, splaying silver hair.

  I turned to the girl and smiled. “I’m Myra, what's your name?”

  “Datha…Datha Amhran.”

  “We have to go now. It’s not healthy to stay in someone’s mind too long. That’s what the subconsciousness is for. A mechanism against intrusion…usually,” muttered Maryanne

  I nodded walking behind Maryanne.

  “See ya on the other side then Datha,” I said, disappearing into my own mind.