Forgotten History #3
With the dream still on my mind, I walk slowly down the stairs while I buckle my belt to my jeans. As I turn the corner into the kitchen, the smell of pancakes greet me.
"Morning, boys. Had a nice sleepover?" Mrs O'Riley smiles politely. As usual, she fills the room with her bright aura, making everyone around her feel radiant.
Clearly amused, Tyler raises his eyebrow and laughs "Uh, Mum? Calling it a sleepover would be embarrising,"
Not caring whether it's called a sleepover or not, I stand silently through their discussion, staring at the floor with my bare arm leaning against the door frame. My thoughts drift further as they're soon in deep conversation.
"I've been trying to contact you for some time, Son..." a manly voice; sounding quite familiar, diclosed from mist suddenly surrounding me. After a couple of seconds, recognisation hit me. Pouring excitement, which I try not to show (but fail greatly), I take a confident step towards the mist.
"Stop!" my farther demands, panick shooting in his voice. "Damian, if you come closer you'll be giving them what they most desire," he pauses, "I won't let that happen. That is why I'm here to warn you,"
"Dad, what are you talking about?" I ask, confusion plastering on my face. No answer. "Dad?" I whipser fearfully.
Then just like a puff of smoke, the vision vanishes, leaving me helpless and confused back in Mrs O'Riley's kitchen.
"What, bro? You said something," Tyler asks, offering me the look of simpathy that I recieve a lot from him lately.
"Nothing." I mumble, turning around to find Casey staring right back at me. Shocked...
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