The Legion - Into The Campfire

Ormond

I had woken up in a dark place, it was cold... Dark.... And I was alone... As I stumbled around I called out for someone... Anyone... There was no response, but as I walked around, the place I had been brought made more sense, it was a dark forest, oak trees filled the area.

I kept walking, the forest seemed to repeat itself, the deeper I went, voices filled my head... Telling me nothings... I couldn't make out any words they were saying, but from the insanity I felt in my mind, a voice called out for help, I quickly rushed towards it... The voice was of a young girl... Maybe a little bit older than I was... She was begging for help, her leg was caught in a bear trap and bleeding badly... I just stood there over the woman... The voices in my head grew louder, I tried to listen to the voices, but I could only make out what one of them was saying.... "Frank.... Frank!.... Frank!!"

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"Frank! Wake up, we're here-" my dad yelled, pushing me slightly, I grumbled and woke up from my dream. "Huh?... What is it Dad?..." As I said that, I realized my mistake, Clive punched my arm roughly, "If you want to live under my damn household, then you don't call me "Dad", "Daddy", "Father".... Or any of that bullshit-..." He said in a demanding tone, "... Alright Clive" I grumbled as I unbuckled my seatbelt and opened the car door, getting out, Clive got out after me, as we walked up to our... "New" household... It was an old-looking brown house, Covered in snow, besides that, it looked functional, lights were on at least.

"Grab your damn stuff, Frank-... I don't plan on staying in this house long... I hear there's a bar close by..." Clive said as he took his bag and went in, I sighed and took my bag out of the car and entered the house, house was small, living room, kitchen, bathroom, and 2 bedrooms... I sighed and entered my bedroom, I closed the door and laid down on the bed of the room, looking at the ceiling. I could hear Clive in the other room, "Hey! Frank! You better empty that damn bag of yours out, you're lucky I found this house as soon as I did, the school semester starts in a few days, about time you finish your damn senior year and get a job... Get you out of my hair too-" Clive said loudly, but grumbled that last part as he left the house.

I sighed, Clive definitely hasn't been the worst foster dad I've had... Sure he's an asshole, loud, semi-abusive... But in my experience through foster-care, it can always get worse... At least I have a roof over my head... Besides, he doesn't make me grab his beers or clean the whole damn house.

I sighed and emptied my bag out, shoved my clothes into my drawers and closet, took my Mixtape out and placed it on top of said drawer, and took out the only things I could fit in this small ass bag. My crappy laptop, didn't even own the charger for it, luckily most libraries have batteries... Supposedly there's one here in Ormond... Some old comic books... An old mask I made at my last foster home, it's just plain white with two crappily cut-out eyeholes... Heh... Kids back there were impressed whenever someone older than them wore a mask and hoodie and spray painted a dick underneath a bridge... I was like a god to them... And finally, my pocket knife... I bought it myself, it's come in handy... Especially in the more difficult moments in my life...

And with that, I had my new room... Ormond was going to be a trip... But since it was my last year in high school... As a 19 year old... I was gonna reign hell over this school... As put my backpack up on a hanger, I laid down, put a pair of headphones on, and began playing my mixtape... The soothing sound of heavy metal and rock filled my ears, putting me to sleep.