My Savior, Bajancanadian.

Survival Inside of My Room

September 20, 2014

--Mark's P.O.V.--

I don't even know what to do anymore, we don't have much in the house. Mitch has gotten rid of most of the furniture, all I have in my room is a suitcase, a mattress, and all of my electronics.

We are getting ready to move back to our parents in a few weeks. I guess Mitch just really wants to make sure that we can have a quick and easy move.

It's about five in the morning and I had just woken up. I don't know what made me feel like it, but I just felt like I needed to go outside. So I did just that and moved out of the house and out onto the sidewalk. I took in a deep breath and felt the cold morning air rush into my lungs.

At this moment I had another vision type thing like I had when I was on the plane. Except this time I was outside and just really standing there. I could tell it was fall because the leaves were coming off the trees and an orange color. There was another kid there, but I couldn't make out his face. It was then I noticed what looked like a street sign. I couldn't make out the letters, but I was determined to figure it out so I could hopefully type in the address and possibly look around the area to see if anything came to me. However, when I was about to make out the letters, a giant flash of light blocked my vision and I came to my senses.

I regained my senses to notice the blinding lights in front of me. My eyes focused on the lights and I made out a car was behind them.

The car was stopped and the person got out of the car.

"Hey! Would you get out of the way!" I think it was a guy, they had a deep voice. I just stood there blankly, wondering how I got on the road. "Hey buddy! Wake up, or at least answer me!" This time the person honked his horn. I shook my head and now I was finally able to speak.

"I'm sorry sir, I must've been sleepwalking."

"Yeah whatever...damn teenagers." The man buffers under his breath as he got back in the car. I walked back on to the sidewalk and the guy sped up down the road.

Some people can be so rude. I guess I was distracted with the little vision that I walked on to the road. I'm lucky I didn't get hit. I walked back into the house and decided to just go back to my room and on my laptop.

As I walked into the house, I just stared at the first floor. The living room looks a little baron to me. We've gotten rid of a few things, all that stands is the couch and the T.V.. Everything in the kitchen stays as well and will probably just stay there. Mitch has cleaned up his room and office in the basement and any other guest rooms upstairs.

I guess I don't feel too much connection to this house, even though this is the only place I remember living. It just doesn't feel like I've had an emotional attachment to this place.

I then shook my head and smiled. No point in jut standing around and thinking about it. So, I went back up to my room like I planned and just went on my laptop.

I just had this feeling of checking the missing kids one more time before we leave. I actually had a feeling that I was on there and I just had to check.

However, when I did check...I wasn't on the list of missing kids. I was more upset than shocked that I wasn't in there. I couldn't believe my parents didn't want me. After seven months of me being missing, I still wasn't on the list. I started to cry a little actually.

At that moment I was getting these somewhat vivid memories of what looked like my father yelling at me. After one ended, another began. The memories just kept playing over and over in my head and they started to speed up. Soon it was just yelling after yelling after yelling and then I hit my breaking point.