Morning... Was how everyone's day began. The continuation of one's journey in life. I laid in bed exhausted with my subconscious thoughts informing me that it had already been day time. But waking up early wasn't for me. It just wasn't.
The last few days of my life have been especially eventful so far. A dramatic series of events that would begin ever since I had just turned 16 years old several days prior.
Just before I began to reflect on my journeys long past me, a familiar figure walked into my room. I didn't even have to look at her but just by the presence of her bare feet against the ground, I knew who it was.
Short black hair with black bangs, and a length only up to her neck and with a slight twirl of the end. Beautiful jade eyes of serenity and warmth. And that eternal beautiful and graceful smile of hers. Her name was Erin and she was my childhood friend.
But after the events of the previous days. How can I be sure about what she is...
— 3 days back.
It was yet another morning back then when my life changed forever. Another morning day but unlike the present, I had slept in for a special reason. It was the fact that I had turned 16, the age at which children become adults in my home country, the Konstar Confedeafion.
Sleeping in my bed, I was tucked under my gentle white sheets before hearing a knock at the door. I didn't mind it. The ring of the door bell. I didn't mind it either. The sign of a young girl. And the sound of her black leather boots against the wooden floor boards of the house. Sigh...
I just want to get some sleep. The door steadily unlocked and Erin came into my room. I looked at her with a single eye of my eyes open at such an angle that it couldn't be discerned if I were sleep or awake.
Erin smiled as she came to my bed and I had closed my eye shut. In an instant, I could feel a cold burst of air against my entire almost unclothed body as Erin threw herself into bed besides me.
She mumbled something under her breath. And I wanted to sleep. Just to sleep in peace. But peace was not coming for me.
"How's your morning dear?"
Erin asked as she stroked my beautiful silver hair. She had always been jealous of me for the color of my hair despite the fact that I had always thought of it as a curse.
"There's no need to hide it. I know you're awake dead."
She said as she brought her face closer to mine. And even though I couldn't even seen her, my hunches were screaming that we were just mere inches from one another. She blowed air onto my face and I choked out of shock.
"Hehehe. So I was correct, you are awake dear."
I opened my eyes and sighed. I grabbed her hand which was still storming my hair snd returned it to the side of her waist.
"Can't I just sleep in on my birthday?"
I sighed.
"That won't do! Birthdays don't come frequently. And I already have your schedule planned so let's go!"
Guiding me out of the room, Erin led me with her gentle hand down the stairs of my home. Then escorted me to the bathroom. We brushed our teeth, and gargled. And out of no where Erin splashed my face with water. I protested naturally and she pouted saying that it was best for me to get ready for the world as today my life would change forever.
After splashing my face, Erin dragged me out of my own house against my will and dragged me to an elegant cafe at the end of town. I had never gone to somewhere like this. As I was always a person who ate the food I cooked myself, or food from cheap taverns when I wasn't in the mood to cook. Ordering the most expensive drink, an Azuki milk frappe and a 70 dollar pancake, I was worried about the price of our breakfast. But with a finger up against my mouth, Erin reassured me.
"Becoming an adult only happens once in our lives. So let's cherish it."
She then winked at me as if he had been expecting me to spend an equally large fortune on a girls date out to celebrate adulthood. The two of us stared awkwardly at one another until the food and drinks arrived. The food was delicious unlike anything that I had tasted before with the way that the dough instantly melted in my mouth. And this delicious and delectable sensation of chocolatey maple syrup against my tongue and the back of my throat was really something. A train of pleasure constantly bashed up against me again and again as I felt that wild sensation trickling through my body. I had never tasted something so sweet in my life before.
"This is why I always wanted you to try our sweets but you always rejected my advances. So that's a little rude, dear."
Erin said as she grabbed her spoon with a portion of pancake baptized in chocolate and maple syrup. And before I could even say a word, she forced the delicious bite into my motion and it was just pure heaven. Erin chuckled as she saw me placed my head on the table. I had been completely defeated by the sweets.
"You have a long day ahead of you until the event which is at 5 PM, so let's do some more things ourselves before that."
I nodded and Erin took me to many different places and shops. It was clear to me that she wanted me to get some new attire as I was growing out of my clothes due to my height spurt and my 'slime' spurt. And even though a lot of the clothes looked good on me, I only bought the cheap items. Since it would be rude to waste Erin's money. After shopping for clothes, we returned back to my home to unpack the items and we had lunch at our home with a delicious T bone steak. And we had several hours remaining so we had gone to a video games arcade to see time blur before our eyes.
And it was only half an hour before the Rookie Hunter event would begin. I let the house after having a long day with Erin. But something didn't fit right with me. It was as if her appearance and my memory of her was disappearing. As my memories of her had always been vivid until today. And perhaps that just the stress of becoming a new Hunter. But I had turned around to see her and we hugged before she gently sneaked a kiss on my cheek.
"Please come home alive. Dear."
"I will."
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Dreams and Delusions
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