X marks the spot

What if...

"Hey honey. Rise and shine." Aaron heard as his world stayed dark. A voice he hadn't heard before. A hand shook him. "C'mon sweetheart." A finger ran up and down the back of his ear. An involuntary laugh left him. The woman giggled as well. His eyes finally opened, meeting the same darkish blue eyes that he too had. She was older than him; a lot older. Blonde hair.

She was laying on the bed with a soft smile. Light was bleeding into the room he was in. The room was a beige colour. The shadows on the wall behind her told him that a curtain was in the room. "There's my little man." She said, Aaron stopping at the language that was used. "Mom?" He tested the words, them feeling foreign on his tongue. "Yes, little wolf?" She asked, voice gentle and non-judgmental.

So, she was his mother. The first person on a long list of people that he got killed because of his actions. He took a shaky breath, closing his eyes to try and hide the tears that were brewing. "Hey. Hey, what's wrong?" She asked, running a hand through his hair, pulling him in for a hug. He only let out a small sob, his mother running an arm up and down his back in comfort. An action that just made more tears appear and fall. "It's ok, sweetheart. I'm here, mom's here." She promised, whispering it into his hair. Before she planted a kiss there. "You're ok. You're ok." She said every few seconds quietly as he slowly controlled himself.

He finally pulled away, meeting her eyes again. Noticing a few other features that he seemed to get from her, his nose mainly. The hair colour. Hers being a long amount of hair. Running down to just past her shoulders. "I'm sorry." He said meekly, his mother placed her thumb on his cheek. Removing a running tear as she smiled again. "There's nothing to apologise for, honey. Was it a bad dream?" Oh, how those words hurt deeply. He wanted it to be true, for it to just be a bad dream. For everything else to be that fantasy. And for this to be a reality.

And, a part of him believed it.

"Yeah. Yeah, not a great dream." He finally found his voice, his mother nodding in an understanding manner. Placing another kiss to his forehead, before removing herself from the bed. "C'mon. Time waits for no one. Time to eat." And left the room.

The room he was in held a few pictures on the bedside table next to him. One of him and his mother posing for a picture, he wasn't sure where it was. But it looked to be somewhere abroad. He didn't know if someone had taken the picture or if they had a tripod or something. His question was answered when he looked at his wardrobe in his room. Near the door, on the right. A tripod stood there. He looked to his left, seeing a bathroom. An en-suite room it seemed. Slowly, he rose from his bed. Sitting in it, giving himself some time to 'wake up'. He took another breath, looking at his arms, no blood. Nothing on them but what seemed to be more hairs than he remembered. He then removed the soft cover, swinging his legs off the bed. Grabbing the glass of water that was on the bed side table, he took a large gulp. Before moving to the wardrobe.

Opening the oak wood wardrobe, he spotted nice clothes for once. Shirts, smart-ish shirts as well. He picked one, a red one with black checker patterns going around it. It might not have been his fashion choice. But, it was the best choice to help him blend in.

Next, after choosing his clothes, was the shower. The room was nice, clean. Blinding white tiles on the floor. A toilet on his left and the shower in the right corner, flanked on the left by the sink. He grabbed the toothbrush, placing toothpaste on it. Before starting to go to town on his teeth. Although, it seemed he had very little practice with it. As, when he spat, blood accompanied it. He turned the tap on, getting as much water as he could in his mouth before he swirled it around his mouth. Finally spitting it out. As he moved his head up, it collided with a shelf that was above him. "Aw, fuck!" He yelled as he pulled back, holding a hand to the head as he did so. He sighed once he did, seeing a mouthwash needed for his exact purposes.