To kindle a fire

Chapter 3

I was having a dream. A dream of Sydney, dreaming about her blond hair deep blue eyes. Her voice I heard her talking to me about how she wishes about how good of friends we could be. I was floating in space listening to her talking to me until in the distance I heard the most horrible sound on earth. The one sound I wished never to hear again not after the dream of mom and dad. On the bus the day Uncle Mike came to get me, on the bus I felt sick so I went to sleep and had a dream, a dream of which a rooster crowed and the rooster crow is the meaning of death. The sound so reched so horrible. It made me want to scream. I heard the sound in this dream. The horrible sound grew louder and louder taunting me. I wanted so badly to wake up. I wanted so badly to scream for her. To scream for sydney. To scream for my one true love. I couldn't wake up. I suddenly paralyzed and couldn't move. The sound stop. Instead of the sound of the roosters crow, the horrible roosters crow. I heard a wimper. A cry. A cry for help. I heard Sydney in distress and I called for her I called. "SYDNEY!!!" "SYDNEY!!!" I cried and cried again for her but it was like she was being drug away from me. Then I saw a light through a tunnel and I heard Uncle Mike. "Sam! Sam! Sam!" He called and then in less than a second the dream was over only to find Sydney's lifeless body. Lying on the operating table. Cold, colorless, dead. I cried for her "SYDNEY SYDNEY SYDNEY!" I called for her. "Kid, she's gone she's not coming back for you. She's in abetted place. She knows your pain Sam. Let her go." Said Uncle Mike. I turned around and ran out of the room I ran for her. I was going to find her. I'm still going to find her. I will always fight for Sydney. Because I know she would do it for me.

The next week was grey there was no color. It was lifeless. I felt my purpose in life had come and gone and it took her with it. It took my whole meaning in life it took my humanity. It took everything. Food became tasteless the world became grey. And I closed myself from all humanity, from life. From everybody. Uncle Mike tried to talk to me but I only turned him away. The only person who could get through to me was Eric. The explosion broke his arm and his neck. And it was only because of me. Eric tried to convince me it wasn't my fault but I doubted every bit of it.

I vowed today that from here on out I would devote my life to fighting for Sid for Eric For mom and dad. But for nothing else. I felt the intense burning building up again but it kept building up and up and up. Until I felt as it I was fire itself and then I found my true purpose. To fight for Sid an the others I loved. No matter how much the seeths wanted to kill me I vowed to fight back for them no matter if I was killed I would find a way to keep on fighting.

And I will....

~end of chapter 3~