Dark At It's Brightest

Chapter - 3 - No Ken... Sorry, Zorro!

When I woke up it was already afternoon and sun was shining bright through the window.

I sat up and took the blanket off to check on my leg. My leg was feeling a little bit better and it didn't hurt so much anymore. I looked around and noticed that I wasn't in the living room anymore. The room around me was small but cozy. It gave me a warm feeling that I was welcomed and at home.

I walked outside of the room and went downstairs. Emily was sitting on the couch and watching some soap opera. I sat besides her and hugged my knees. She looked at me but her soup opera was surprisingly more interesting then me and she looked away. I started to wonder in my thoughts again.

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"Do you think it's gonna be a boy or a girl?" I asked my dad as we sat outside the doctors office.

"I don't know. The doctor already asked us if we wanted to know but we decided for it to be a suprise. Either way  -  we will love him or her the same amount." My dad told me.

"Well if it's a girl it should be called Barbie!" I exclaimed fully certain of my decision. My dad laughed.

"And if it's a boy?" He was curious of my hilarious answer.

"I have to think logically. Mommy already told me that he can't be called Burger because that name will couse many rumours when he goes to school. That's a shame because I really like burgers... I'm gonna go with Ken. Yeah, Ken! Seems perfect!"I burst out.

I looked at my dad with the most serious expresion I had ever worn and he burst out laughing.

The smiles on our faces were imediately washed off and replaced with curiousity when the door opened and the doctor came outand greeted us.

Dr. Filberg - as it said on the little card, which was attached to his white robe.

"You can come in."

We went in and saw the most beautiful baby boy. My mother held him in her suprisingly pale hands. After five years later I knowlidged she lost a lot of blood that day and she was lucky she survived.

 She looked at him like she often looked at me. It was love in her gaze. She put a kiss on his forehead and looked at us. 

"Do you want to hold him Dave?" She asked my father and he smiled back at her. I was sure he was really happy and worried about her.

"Of course!" He took the baby in his hands. "Are you ok?" Dave asked my mother.

"I will be."

"What's his name?" I was really curious to know.

"Toby." My mother looked at my father.

"Toby." He replied.

"No Ken?" I asked a little bit upset.

"Sorry, Zoro..." My father said as my mother shot us a questioning gaze.

"That's ok! I like Toby too!" My smile imediately returned. "Can I hold him?"

My father placed little Toby in my arms. He felt a bit heavy but lovely. He was so small and vulnerable. He was my little brother. I knew I had to protect him from now on.

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After some time I heard that someone turned off the TV and realized that I had fallen asleep. I looked around and saw Michael. He was standing besides the couch and trying to quickly walk away. He realized that I had waken up and turned to face me.

"Hey!" He said cheerfully.

"Hey!" I said with a little bit sleep in my voice

"It seems to me that when we meet you're always asleep or injured in some kind of way..." He said with a little laugh.

I laughed a little bit too but my good mood was ruined when I thought about my parents again.

Almost as he understood that I was depressed he sat down besides me and looked at me. I turned my gaze to him and he smiled.

"What are you smiling about? You look like a pedophile."

I felt as he tries to hide his smile. He turned away from me and stayed quiet.

"I'm sorry... that was rude." I said as he turned his gaze back to me.

"We didn't have the chance to continue our conversation before. I know you don't want to talk about this but I'm more capable of doing something about it than you think." He said.

"You don't even know what is happening and you already say that you can help. It isn't some big Lego house that can be put together at any time. It's one big mess you know?"I felt my cheeks burn up with anger.

"I know it's hard for you but you have got to tell me what is happening. You got to tell someone..."

I had this sick feeling that he wasn't asking me for information he was looking for a confirmation. I had a hunch that he knows what I have been involved in. Something in me told me to keep quiet and to don't trust him but a bigger part of wanted to tell him so bad.

"It's my problem and not yours. You really shouldn't get involved in this. If I were you I'd stay a way from me as far as I could." I stood up looked at him for the last time before I turned and went upstairs to the quest room.

I lied on the bed and stared at the ceiling. I was thinking about a lot of things but most of all I was regretting my decisions. I was so selfish at the time. I had friends but I didn't know weather any of them was real and loyal to me. I was happy then but I think if I had to get over the last two years again I would probably be a psychopath. But then again I was running in the forest like one so that wasn't so far from truth.

I couldn't sleep. Every time when I closed my eyes I saw my family being tortured and murdered. I was half asleep and half awake when I heard a buzzing sound. I looked at the nightstand to my right and saw my phone. I was surprised. I forgot my phone even existed for the past sixteen hours.

I looked at the screen. The message was from unknown contact and it said -

Meet me outside.

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Again - Sorry for all the mistakes! Nobody is perfect right? (Oh my god... I sound like a Hannah Montana fan...I'm not...)

Best of wishes for you all!

:):):)

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