Friendship And Hardship

[Chapter 9] - History's Secrets

TW!!

The next morning, as most people suspected, didn't go well.

It didn't go well at all.

"Parker? Are you all right, it sounds like you're crying..." Barnacles asked, rolling over to face her. It wasn't even past 5 AM, but he was awake.

And he was right.

Her eyes were completely bloodshot, almost looking as if they had been drowned in tears, and the trails of them looked a bit too similar to scars.

"Oh gosh, Park... Come here... What's wrong?" he asked, taking her in for a hug.
"Some... something happened," she managed to say.
"Was it a nightmare or something? You have to talk to me..." Since he was still taller than her, he was practically cradling her in between his criss-crossed legs. "Just breathe in... and out... in... and out..."

Nothing seemed to work.

"Can you tell me what happened?" he had to beg at this point.
She nodded.
"All right, go ahead."

"Emerson! Did you see that?" Parker whipped her head around to look at her older brother, her head and shoulders covered in snow.
"Looks great, Parker," he answered, not looking up from the papers he had been reading.
"You weren't even watching..."
"I'm just trying to fill out these forms, give me a minute."

"Mum and Dad would've watched," she spat, turning away from him.
"Well I'm sorry they aren't," he sneered, actually looking up from the papers. "And what if I told you they never were?"

"What?" She turned around, but Emerson wasn't there.

There wasn't anything there.

Just an endless terrain of snow.

And that was all that surrounded her.

Turning around, she had noticed the only thing out of place on the completely flat land was a pile of snow and ice.

But it wasn't the same. She now wasn't the young girl that just begun to understand that nothing lasts forever, she was now in her current body. Her present self was now present in the snowy lands.

And that wasn't a pile of snow.

It was her parents!

It was her parents?

But it wasn't them, it was their bodies.

She stared down at them, unable to move any muscle to try and help them.

Even if she could, it was too late.

"They were there! I could've done something to help, but I couldn't even move," Parker sobbed.
"It was just a dream, it's all over now."
"It felt so real."
"I know, but it's over now."

"That's the problem. I don't want it to be over," she mumbled.
"That's not a problem, I know you'll get through this," Barnacles stated, looking her dead in the eyes. "You've just got to keep telling me what's wrong so I can help you."
"Why were my parents in my dream? What do they need from me? Why do I keep dreaming about them?"

He didn't know, to be honest.

"Do you think it's a sign, perhaps?" he asked.
"But why?"

If he was being honest, he hasn't seen her cry in years. Not like this. Back in the Philippines, it wasn't even crying, it felt like silent grieving.