Not My World (Klance Omegaverse)

Chapter 32

Um, trying to bring some awareness to the time of year this is in, because even I'm a little lost, it's about mid or late March. Maybe even the first couple days of April. No further.
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I stare up at my father. I can't help but feel bewilderment as the scene changes around us. There is something in his expression, almost like a mixture of emotions, but one that stands out the most is pain. Pain, worry, guilt, but it's covered up by slight up turn at the corner of his mouth as his eyes scream with concern. The new environment around us settles in as I blink away whatever thoughts I have and look around.

A ten year old version of me sits at a lunch table, my hood up even though the teacher's send glares at me for it. There is a poorly covered bruise going around my neck and one on the raised part of my cheek. The scowl on my face is fixed on the table as my legs bounces below and I'm steadily waiting for lunch to end.

The first day of fifth grade. That's the thought that runs through my mind as I recall the events.

But then I'm turning back to the man who is still standing patiently in front of me.

"If you are part of my subconscious, wouldn't you already know everything?" I ask. There is the sound of a sigh, but that's all. "True or not, maybe you just want to see your dad again, and maybe your dad wants to just know his son from his own words." The older man's word have a sense of sincerity as well as something sounding a lot like hope.

I let myself release a sad laugh before slowly moving to sit cross legged on whatever this looking glass into my memories is. Feels kind of cold like glass through my jean against my legs. "You're probably going to want to sit down, we're only getting started in the journey of my past." I tell him, my voice coming out kind of like a mumble as I look to the spot next to me.

Surely enough, he takes a seat beside me, one knee bent toward his chest while the other lays flat against the ground.

"Welcome to the first day of fifth grade. Here you'll be able to meet some friends of mine."

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(Lance's pov)

I can feel the anger in my steps as I wind my way back through the confusing corridors of this stupid hospital. Nurses and other can probably since it too but they just look at me for a second before steering clear of me.

Eventually I find my way out and I'm back at the side of my truck. I take a single breath before stepping into the vehicle, hoping that I can at least keep some aspect of my emotion down so I don't crash. Maybe not, I'm not that bad of a driver. Angry or not.

The only thing is I need to make one tiny pit stop at the house before I head back to the school. Just to grab something. No biggie.

And so I do, and I'm on my way to the school. My exterior now has calmed, but my mind is still turning. My insides twist with a sick feeling and my mind hurts from processing too much. I can't even tell why this is all rieling me up. It just is and I'm going to do something about it.

Turning back into the school, I'm parking my blue truck and then I see it out of the corner of my eye.

Thanking the fact the Marco used to play baseball when he was younger, who is also most likely going to kill me for this, I reach onto the floorboard of the passenger seat and rap my fingers around the smooth glaze of the maple wooded baseball bat.

I push down any questioning thought, a small grin coming to play at the edge of my lips as I open the door next to me and I'm making my way through the randomly parked car of the student parking lot.