Pensieve

1-3

You were walking home from your little job in the town you lived in. You loved passing all the cows, and horses on the way home. You felt the cool crisp air blowing through your hair. Your hands in your pockets. Your family has a lot of yard, but you're not the richest family around. Just a little small town family. There is two houses in the yard. One of your Grandmother's and another of your Parents'. You moved in with your Grandmother a few years back. You've been working on bettering yourself the past 3 years. You have dealt with death, and loss. You've fought everyday against your anxiety, and possible depression.

You found yourself in a terrible job, and it took all you had. But, you went from 7.25 an hour to 9.25 right before you quit there. Two raises in less than a year working there. A new manager came along, and treated everyone like shit. Cut your hours, and when the customers got nasty. She was mad at YOU. So, you left. Currently working where you are now. Medicated, happier, cleaner. But, you're still not comfortable with the socializing part of it all. So, you work. Then you go home and hide in your room. Maybe take a few pictures. One friend, and one friend only.

You arrived home, and unlocked the door. Your Grandmother was gone for a few weeks, visiting your Aunt, and her kids a few states away. So, that left you alone. Even if your parents were a small walk away. You blasted your music loud through your speaker and doing the small chore list that your Grandmother gave you. She doesn't like to make you clean but, she does need some help sometimes, especially when she's gone. When you decided to sweep, the music was being drowned out. So, you put in a pair of earbuds, and began jamming.

Y/N: " Woah.....OH! Oh oh! Woah..." You began dancing. " Be careful making wishes in the dark dark! can't be sure if they hit their mark, mark! And besides in the mean- meantime. I'm just dreaming of tearing you apart! I'm in the deep details of the devil, So now the world can never get me on my level. I just gotta get you off the cage! I'm a young lovers rage! Gonna need a spark to ignite!" You took a deep breath belting the next part. " MY SONGS KNOW WHAT YOU DID IN THE DARK! SO LIGHT EM UP!-" It was like on cue a giant flash of light came from outside.

Your singing was interrupted by your screams. " HOLY FUCK!" Your heart dropped to your stomach, as you noticed a glowing slowly fading away in the yard. You saw an object lying there. To get a better look you opened the door looking through the glass door. You had your earbuds out, and began to breath heavily. You grabbed a pair of scissors, and used your phone as a flashlight. You called your Mom.

Mom: " Y/N, this is literally how people die..."

Y/N: " I just...It looks like a person...What if they were struck by lighting?"

Mom: "Then, they're probably dead, and you can't help them."

Y/N: " But, what if they're alive?" You whispered as you got closer seeing it was a man. He was about 6'3 and he seemed like he was on the heavier side. He looked dirty, and homeless. Almost like a Viking to be honest. You brought the light closer as you saw the long hair, and beard. That's when something was reflecting the light from your phone.

Mom: " Y/N? Are you alive? Or do I need to call the cops?"

Y/N: " M-Mom...You...You need to bring Zavion over...Just the two of you. Not Dad..."

Mom: " Alright...we're coming." She hung up the phone as you inspected the object sticking up from the ground. They came over, and your Mom instantly yanked you back.

Y/N: " Don't worry...He's either dead or unconscious." You wiggled free. You looked at your younger brother. " Zavion. Can you pick up that...Umbrella by chance?" You looked over at him as he tried with all his might to pull it from the ground. He couldn't.

He looked over at you already disappointed as he noticed the grin on your face.

Zavion: "N-No! Don't even say it!"

You put your hands up to your face hiding your smile.

Y/N: " You're not WORTHY!" You flinched as he raised his fist to hit you.

Mom: " Y/N, this is serious." You pulled up google, and searched something showing it to her.

Y/N: " TELL ME! That's not this man lying in the grass. We can put him in the blue room, and wake him up. I'm telling you! It's him! If it's not him, it's the actor at least and I'm not calling the cops because an actor was messing with me."

Mom: "Fine." So, with the 3 of you it took a good 20 minutes but, you managed to get him on the porch, in the kitchen through the two spare rooms, up the stairs, and into the blue room.