Who Is He?

Chapter Five • Another Dream?

I walk home after the long day with an unusual smile on my face.

I didn't see Xavier after I showed him to his class so I just carried on with my day.

I got to the front door of my house and unlock it before walking into my empty and quiet house.

I sigh and go up to my room after getting a snack from the kitchen.

I spend the rest of my day doing my homework and completing a painting I've been working on.

By the time I'm done, it's already dark outside so I decide to go to bed.

I close my eyes thinking about the day and the blonde boy who seems too pure for this world.

[ Dream ]

I open my eyes to see that I'm in- well I don't really know where I am but it looks familiar.

My eyes widen in recognition and I start to panic.

No, no, no, why am I here again.

this was suppose to be over, why-

My thoughts are cut off by a branch snapping.

I look around quickly and see a small light in the distance.

this could either be good or go terribly wrong.

I'm hoping for the latter.

I follow the path to the light slowly and steadily.

I look around me to make sure I'm not being followed or anything.

I finally reach the light which seemed to be coming from an open door.

I raise my brow in confusion but decide to be brave and walk in.

I walk into what seems to be...

A normal house?

I assume that I'm standing in the lounge by looking at the TV and the couches in front of me.

A bit behind the lounge area looking like the kitchen with a small dining table for 4 next to it.

To the right of me is a flight of stairs which I decide to go to.

I walk up the stairs carefully to avoid making any noise.

Once I reach the top, there is a door to the right, I hear the sound of music being played from it.

It sounds like someone playing a guitar, the song is familiar but I'm unable to get the name.

I knock on the door gently and the music stops for a second before it continues again.

I go to knock again but I'm stopped by a voice coming from the room,"Come in".

The voice is familiar and calms me down instantly, I open the door slowly and I see a pretty normal room.

There is a boy sitting at the foot of a bed, with a guitar in his hands.

I can't see him clearly, only his silhouette.

He turns his head to the side slightly and I try to see his face but he quickly turns back before I have the chance.

He seems quite proud of himself for not allowing me to see him.

I huff in exasperation and I walk forward, my hand is almost on his shoulder until I hear a beeping sound.

I look around confused and see everything starting to fade.

No, Not yet-

[ Reality]

I open my eyes to the sound of my alarm clock beeping.

I sit up and grab it and then proceed to throw it to the wall.

I then pick up a pillow, put it to my face and scream into it.