December 26
Christmas had gone by, and we had a lot of fun! We even made hot cocoa and a snowman! We used an axe blade for a nose, which I found quite amusing.
When it was time to check out, we packed our stuff to leave. Me and Brandon took the longest to get our stuff together (because we're not very organized). The others loaded their stuff in the back of Dad's car while Dad gave Jenny the key to the cabin.
Me and Brandon finally got our stuff together and we headed out the door. However, it turns out our subconsciouses were still here.
Or at least me and Brandon's. We were the last ones to leave the cabin, but the cabin door suddenly shut and locked itself. We heard a voice saying, "Not so fast...! I believe a confession must be made."
Both of us looked at each other, confused. None of us thought that we had wronged the other.
"Brandon..." the voice started.
"Y-yes?" Brandon replied.
"Do you remember when Mason got beat up in 3rd grade?"
"Oh, that?"
"What...?" I said, wondering what was going on. "I'm so confused..."
"That was back in elementary school! Why are you bringing this up now?" Brandon asked the subconscious.
"I've been waiting for the perfect moment." the subconscious responded.
"Brandon, what is he talking about? Why is he bringing up the fight?"
"Okay, there's really no easy way to say this..." Brandon started, paused dramatically, then continued, "...I...I was the one beat you up in the 3rd grade. Your dad sided for me."
A series of images played in my mind at a very fast pace the second he finished his confession. I didn't know what to say. I've been going around the past 2 years trusting this person in almost all aspects on my life, only to find out that he was the cause of one of my worst memories.
"I...I can't believe you would do this to me, Brandon... I-I trusted you!" I said to him, feeling betrayed.
"I know, and I'm sorry..." Brandon apologized.
"Sorry?" I asked in frustration. "You're 'sorry' for beating me up in third grade?!"
"Yes, I am, and I shouldn't have done that, either."
My dad called out to us, "Are y'all coming, Mason and Brandon?"
"Yeah, I am..." both me and Brandon said simultaneously. Both of us walked to the car, got in our seats, and slammed our doors.
"Hey, be careful! I paid good money for this car!" Dad warned me and Brandon.
When he started driving, all me and Brandon could do was stare at each other. We didn't look all that happy, either. Brandon looked more nervous, while I was filled with contempt.
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Illusional
ParanormalIt's Winter. It's Snowing. It's Time. Mason, a 15-year old boy, decided to reunite with his family and friends by taking a cozy winter cabin vacation, but was unaware what might happen while they were there. As Mason and his friends and family explo...
