Harsh Realm

Part 3

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"Only at first did it have its appeal, but now you can't tell the false from the real." -Gold, Imagine Dragons

Part 3

        A wave of panic whipped through me when I realized I hadn’t seen or heard my mom’s since before Sage showed up in my room. They were fully awake when I went into my room, and I knew for a fact they hadn’t fallen asleep already. And if they had gone to bed, they would’ve came out of their room to investigate who I was talking to.

        “Huh?” Sage asked, furrowing her eyebrows to show her confusion.

        I didn’t have time to deal with her ignorance, so I took it upon myself to yell out for them.

        “Moms!” I shouted repeatedly as I ran through the house. Sage followed behind me slowly with her arms crossed. I checked every room I could think of, but there was no sign of them anywhere.

        “Nate,” Sage urged, “you need to chill. They probably just went to the grocery store or something.”

        I walked past her, toward the back door, shaking my head.

        “No, they would’ve told me if they were leaving!”

        I threw the French double doors at the rear of the house open, exiting into the back yard to see if they were outside.

        “Moms?” I called.

        No answer.

        “Where in the hell are they?” I slammed the doors closed as I went back into the house.

        “Calm down,” Sage suggested.

        I laughed flatly in her face.

        “I’d like to see how calm you’d be if you just moved into a new house, discovered there was a dead person haunting you, and then your parents go missing right after that person shows up.”

        “Oh, don’t be such a big baby,” Sage said, narrowing her eyes and crossing her arms, “there are worse things in the world.”

        She was right. I had to think on the positive side of the situation. Now, why an image of me becoming a famous ghost whisperer with my own television show popped into my mind at that exact moment, I had no idea, but I shook it away.

        “There’s a logical explanation for this,” I stated.

        Sage raised her eyebrows, “Which is?”

        “I’m dreaming.”

        The sound of Sage’s uproarious, fake, obscene laughter flooded my ear drums, catching me off guard. I had expected her to agree with me and tell me I was right.

        “Well, I must be! There’s no other explanation for all of this!” I defended myself weakly.

        “You’re right.”

        “I am?” I asked, hopeful.

        “You were right about there being no explanation for this,” She explained slowly, “but Nate, you aren’t dreaming.”

        “Pinch me.”

        She looked disgusted by the suggestion.

        “Please?” I begged, sticking out my bottom lip. When in doubt, flaunt the puppy dog pout.