Our Sky Has Two Moons

Chapter 1

A delightful silence is felt through the morbid atmosphere of the empty house, the empty village. My narrowed eyes search the dusted hallway, finding no human presence – no presence at all whatsoever. A sensation of relief floods my body, making me relax. I am alone. For now.

With small and careful movements, I choose to go further into the house. I know it isn’t my home, but it surely feels like it. Landscape paintings and sketched portraits are hung on the creamy walls. They look like gates, the gates of a cage with no escape, and as if someone tried to sweeten the scenery, he splashed some works of art here and there.

I know those walls, I recognise their colour, I recognise the works of art. They aren’t mine. They are as if they were mine.

However, what am I doing here?

Where am I?

And more important, why does it feel so homelike?

The small door in front of me widens with a crack noise. Damn, I do not recognise this part any more. A low sound of a bedtime song flows through the aperture created, along with a dim light, the small-teddy-bear-in-the-plug kind of light. It reminds me of my childhood. It reminds me of me and Adam’s? childhood. No. No, it reminds me of me and Bruno’s childhood.

As I walk further into the hallway, the image of a small bed creeps out through the cracked door. It is unmade, chaotically unmade. A faint crying sound fades in the background of the slow melody. I gasp. It’s followed by a laugh. I can hear Bruno calling my name. It isn’t his normal, husky voice that I hear – it’s a little and joyful tone. He is sounding happy, a happy that I haven’t seen him being since... forever.

I finally walk through the door, spotting two little kids in the middle of the room. The curly blonde girl is running around in circles, with an 11 years old boy that is chasing her to death – as in to tickling. They didn’t notice me when I walked in. I have a feeling they could never notice me... for I do not exist in this scene.

Not like this.

Not any more.

I carefully sit myself on the messed-up sheets of the bed, having a slight joyful smile as I pleasantly enjoy their laughs, with the sleepy melody echoing in my ears. There we were, the two little kids, before all the nicknames and the fights and the growing-up happened. There were the best friends insisting on going to school together even though they’re in different grades. There were the brothers-for-life hiding from their nannies while eating rum candies and falling off the skateboard together...

There were we.

Before I could get a true sense of my inner smile, the humming starts playing louder and louder, more and more clear, sounds curling themselves into my mind... until I can’t hear anything else any more. I groan resoundingly. It hurts. It hurts. As fulfilled as my heart felt earlier, so hurt my mind is right now. It feels like a bomb. It feels like it’s about to blow up.

Desperately, I squeeze my eyes shut. I try to reach my hands up to cover my ears.

My mind painfully reaches its highest limit,

and my eyes open right away...

... only to find a black silhouette next to me, inside my bed.

I jumped backwards out of instinct, hitting my skull onto the drawer connected to my bed. “Ah the fuck is what are you doing here?!” I shout, reaching up my hand to cover the upcoming bulge about to be born on the edge of my head.