Super Smash Bros. - Severed Ties [Book #2]

Chapter 6 - Lost Identity Found

The portal I walked through felt like I was walking through a door; a door to reality and what my life really was. That whole time I was with the Smashers and Robin, whom I called my true family, was all for naught. I automatically assumed that being in a whole different world would mean that everything was infinitely better, but I guess I was wrong.

Not to my surprise, the portal had opened just as where the portal to the Smash dimension had opened in the first place. And of course, it was in my runaway place, the secret garden. The garden Robin and I treasured for so long before we were cruelly separated, and then reunited once more. But it wasn't a treasure anymore, not to me. It was a bad dream now, nothing more.

I left hastily, weaving through the trees and the bushes. Each thing I saw would look no different from the garden at the mansion. I focused my eyes on the road, which was directly ahead of me.

That road held so many memories. They may not have been great ones, but nonetheless it's the truth. I neared to the exit of the forestry and before I knew it, I was on the road again. I had forgotten what my own neighbourhood looked like, after not thinking about it very much. It looked the same, yet different. It was most likely the effect of passed time.

I wondered if there was much of a time difference between the two dimensions, as I walked down the same path I had always known. Maybe my family had moved, or the so much time had passed that they won't recognise me anymore.

I accidentally lost my footing, and I unknowingly used the staff in my right hand to keep me from falling. I hadn't noticed before hand, but Willow had come through the portal with me. I felt conflicted however; I didn't know whether I was happy or sad. I had dragged my only friend into my problems, but he was still a friend by my side. I gripped Willow harder, and increased in pace so I could get out of me current clothes. It was another bad memory; when I first woke up in the mansion.

I eventually reached the front of my old home, and the first thing I noticed was the door. It was wide open, as were all the other windows of the house. Something suddenly occurred to me, and I ran to the side of the house to where the stable was.

Hoping and praying that I was going to see Paloma again, improved my mood a little. I rounded the corner and the stable door was wide open, with a bouquet of flowers tied to the fence. To my dismay, Paloma was gone.

I should have known better than to have ever had my hopes up, for anything. In the end it's always crushed by a weight of despair. It seemed that I hadn't obviously learned my lesson yet. But in the end I don't think I well ever stop hoping, because my human nature wouldn't let me.

I trudged back to the front of the house. The nearer I got, I heard a television blaring, and it sounded like it was the daily news report. I stopped at the front step, and readied myself for a reuniting that may be the worse in my life. I breathed deep, and slowly entered.

To my left was the living room where my family, Jayla, mum and dad, were all sitting on the couches together. They all sat next to each other, huddled as if they were preserving warmth. Dad sighed, and turned off the television, as I quickly hid behind the doorway.

"Well, there goes another report... maybe she-"

"Don't you dare say it Cory. You don't know for sure."

"Yeah well, neither do the police."

"It's fine, mum. I know... I know she's gone. And it's all my fault."

Are they... are they talking about me? It couldn't be true. They didn't love me like they loved Jayla, they probably didn't even care that I left. Even just after two minutes I still hadn't learned that "hope" was poison to the heart, because I was doing it again. Hoping.