The Worthy

Chapter Twenty Two

Jillia

Soft green grass and fresh land of summertime were playing nicely beneath my bare feet. The sun was high, enough not to burn my skin. My natural light brown hair, short to the shoulders, kept flying to my face yet I could still see. The white, beautiful flying specie was my playmate; I was chasing it. Till I meet the backyard fence, it flew up to a height I couldn't reach.

"Jillian, honey!" A sweet, tender voice called me. I ran back to the once glass, transparent back door. "Jillian!" she said again.

"Mom?" I squeaked, "Where are you?" But all I could see through the door were black. I thought the electric line had cut us off again, but I heard Dad's regular Sunday music: oldies' tunes as I called it.

I heard it again, "Jillian?" then to my horror, it became "Jillian! Dear, I'm sorry! But we-" she interrupted by a bold voice I couldn't fathom whose. I peaked harder onto the glass; I didn't seem to open it too.

To my relief, I saw my mother's figure, she was talking to two other someone's. They were shouting. And just like that, they exited through the front.

"MOM! DAD!" I tried with my tiny voice.

Where are they going? Are they leaving? Are they coming back? For how long?

As if reading my thoughts, a whisper chilled me from behind, "Honey, they're going to work hard for your sake. So hang tight around there." I whipped around, hair still flying, but all I saw were darkness. A black void that haunted me for ever since.

Two familiar voices cried for me.

"Jillian!"

No, I can't afford to lose them too.

"Jillian!"

I jolted awake. That was horrific. I had never remembered my dreams, but this one, this day even. I didn't understand. As if all my fears stroke me bullseye.

I sighed with relief. Cass and Max were hovering above me. Once they've noticed I was awake, they smiled. . .with relief too I guessed.

Cass was the one who hugged me first. "Jills! You gave us the nerves!" she pulled back, "We know you never toss and roll in your sleep, but today, well. . ."

I was thankful, for pulling me out of that dream. "It doesn't make sense too. Why, of all the days, I have dreamt a nightmare now that the Worthy has begun," I stood up and stretched. It was dawn, the orange and yellow light still peaking from its wake.

"Anyways, guys, do you think should we go back to work? I don't feel like it," Max shrugged. I haven't thought about that, last night was all too busy.

"Nope, nuh uh," Cass shuddered, "They'll put me to jail and will never have the chance to go back again."

"Agreed. Hope Tyler understands," I pondered for a bit. I was hoping he won't lecture me when I get back soon. "It's just a day absent, right?"

They muttered yes. Max didn't miss the momentum, "Hey guys! We can have more bonding time we want. Maybe watch movies or 'train' outside?"

Cass scoffed, holding back laughs, "As if you have money to do so, and not getting suspicious. And train? That was centuries ago." We all laughed along. It's been centuries too that we've shared a laugh like this. I wondered when will be the next time.

"All right, so we stay home, do chores 'cause we haven't for centuries!" At that I was the only who laughed. Max and Cass stared at awe at me.

Cass stood up, "I don't want to, but we can't go out still," we all agreed. We changed to a new set of clothes, same dark blue and faded shirts. I went with pants today, along with the two because "it's more comfortable when doing a lot", and finally getting rid of the skirts for a while.