Undawn

Chapter 15 : high and low

"I WASN'T HIGH I SWEAR, THE WORLD DID FALL AND I AM STILL SOBER."



When he said car, I thought of a normal car, or at least a jeep. My head doesn't wrap up on the jeep concept but I understand a bit of it. When I tried to remember what a jeep was, it came as useless, as if I tried to see through murky mud water. It's frustrating, so frustrating. But, whatever it was, never has crossed my head, that he meant a straight-up military tank. Like a tank minus the long ass gun and chain wheel. This guy went beyond what he meant.

While I was struggling with my thoughts and emotions at the back, Caine was driving and Blythe was in passenger seat next to him, I passed the opportunity to sit there to him. Not that I want to, my throat just want to throw up at the sight of passenger seat, I don't know why though, so I took a place behind, there's a seat attached to the both side, and only small window to the driver seat and the door behind, with small metal acts as a gate or something for the window.

Greenery passed the glass like another movie frame. The loud scratchy voices of those two guys singing who knew what as if we were never putting our life on the line at the moment. They wiggled in their seats like burning hot worms. I don't know why, but my head filled with anxiety that's increased every moment, the thought killing me, the beating in my chest matching the beating of myself, silently getting overwhelmed with everything was not something I needed. I was overwhelmed with my thoughts, overwhelmed with the rhythm of my own heart which is not a normal rate like the average humans, overwhelmed with the possibilities, trying to stay positive seems not very much cooperative, overwhelmed with my own skin trying to fasten whatever trying to peel out from my bone and flesh, I was undoubtedly uncomfortable, the memories doesn't treated well too, they kept spiraling and show me things I don't know really happen or made up by my guilty.

The sight of Sarah laid on the floor as her ruby red hair seems to color her hands in blood too. By then, the sight changes from Sarah on the floor to being in a room with Dylan, he kneels on the floor, begging me to kill him as his eyes are slowly consumed by madness. My head twisted the memories, and I knew that however, it wasn't enough to not pull me into the dark abyss, where the miserable swirl, eating every sanity and conscience I have. My thoughts are getting louder and darker. Thinking maybe this world is like this because of me. Or the laketown residents suffer because of me. Why did I survive and they did not?. I don't deserve to be alive. At all.

My hands are busy with the barrel of the gun, checking and locked in again and again, my head feels heavy each second. And thought swimming was filling every little gap in my comfort. Pulling my skin, blaming myself. Questioning and questioning...

"Hey, Als's twin. You okay?."

My dark thoughts suddenly crashed into reality as Caine's voice booming louder than Blythe. Geez, how can I met with lot of loud people?. Am I deaf enough or something?.

"Yeah. Just as fine as I can be. But, hey, I don't like it, you call me that, as if I am just merely his shadow, I am me, and my name is Walter, no thanks to that name."

He chuckled behind the bars. A small gap not my smallest finger can fit, shows me just how much he finds this entertaining. While Blythe is still wriggling and singing he actually has the sense to drop his voice and octave lower or damn us can't talk above his thunderous Intensity like voice. I throw my sight on the other window, watching the greenery pass again, leaning my back to the seat, trying to calm myself.

The 'car' slows down until it doesn't move anymore. While the window at the door still shows greenery, the small bars separating me and the driving area show otherwise.

The gate was big and sturdy just as I remember. It was closed as tight as it can get. It's been a few days since I was last here, but it's enough to make the memories flooding in. The nostalgic feeling biting me, and the excitement to be home strangle me, that I can't hide the wide smile I have on my face. I waited until Caine helped me with the door before hopping down to his side. Caine already has his hands on his hips as he warily looks around, as he should. Those things weren't so friendly. His childish and odd behavior shut off, and he literally became a serious cowboy who under his care whatever shelter he said.