Humans Of Tommorow

|Chapter 4|

         "Ay man, you okay?" I heard Andrew raspy voice ask, snapping me out of my thoughts. My hands were tucked under my head as I lied flat on my back gazing at the ceiling. Wishing my mind would stop spinning.

         I swallowed a lump that formed in my throat then sighed. "That was our parents," I propped myself on my right elbow letting the silk sheets wrap around my arm. "And- you act as if nothing happened," I grunted. Andrews eyes wriggled together, as his face contorted into a snarl. "What? Bro, I seen the exact same thing as you! But am I crying about it?" Anger burst through me as I jolted up and yelled. "I'm not crying!" I stood to my feet and stood straighter. Andrew is a clear 6 feet and I'm only 5'8. However his height didn't intimidate me.

           "All you do is sit here and joke about life! Everything isn't a joke Andrew! Were going to be tested on Monday! Experimented on like were some animals-" "whoever said we were going to be experimented on? Huh! Your mind is playing tricks on you man! Your taking this way too serious," Andrew shouted. Despite how much denial can flood the earth, it only takes that one puddle of doubt that can bring everything in your mind tumbling down. And that's exactly what was happening. It seemed as if everything was crashing down on Andrew and I. The little lie that we lived. The news we ignored about the Magnetic Barrier breaking, the DFP's killing some LO's, and everything else. It all seemed to be hitting us all at once.

           I inhaled a deep breath and paced the floor while anger consumed me. He doesn't even care! Our parents... the people who abandoned us, left us to die! The people we mourned and was forced to believe were dead... turns out to be living! Working for the Government and couldn't spend time with us? Send us money? Apologize for not being there? And now we going to be tested on?

         "Look, I ain't come in here to start an argument. I came to check on my friend. You know? 'cause that what friends do? Or did you forget that while you were staring at the ceiling being selfish. You didn't ask how I felt did you? My dad was up there just. Like. Your. Mom," Andrew gritted through his teeth.

         I intertwined my fingers and let them lock around the back of my neck. I exhaled a long breath then turned towards Andrew.

           "I'm just... Upset," I said blandly. Andrew chuckled sarcastically "Really?" "Well I'm sorry that I actually take things seriously." The harshness in my voice faltered causing my voice to sound more low and cold. Not angry and loud. 

        It was a long pause in the air that spoke a million things. But, fear took up the most. We both knew we weren't truly arguing about only our parents. But the worst our minds were conjuring up about Monday. Of course we both was angry... maybe for two different reasons. But, nonetheless angry. Something bad is happening.

           "I am too. But, were going to be okay. We have four more days to think about it. Four more days of freedom. And I'm not going isolate myself from the only person who cares about me, just because I seen my parent on TV." And with that my door slammed shut and Andrew was gone.

           Ugh. My body plopped down on the bed. A part of me knew Andrew was right. Whatever mixed emotions I had for my mom needs to be gone. Despite what she done for me when I were younger, doesn't compensate in anyways what she missed out on now. It's been 10 years, 8 months and 5 days. Eh but who's counting? I didn't need to worry right now. Just be calm. I inhaled a deep breath then exhaled. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

         Soon I was sound asleep facing another wave of memories. 

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      "But what does that mean dad," I asked. He chuckled then clasped his hands around mine. "It means you have a tremendous power burning deep inside of you Dakota. Your Special. And a liability to the Government," Dad quickly sputtered to me. 

       He wore his leather dark brown jacket that was torn at the hem. His dark facial expression was dark, and he clutched his green duffel bag. "I-don't understand," "Listen, mi hijo, you will understand every word I'm saying to you when you get older. But, for now papá have to go," he said lowly. 

       At the time, I didn't know he meant he was leaving me forever. This was before mom left. Before everything was turned upside down. 

        "Okay papá, when are you coming back?" I asked while rubbing my tired eyes. "Soon," he lied. "Soon. Te amo hijo," he said while closing my bedroom door. 

        "Te amo papa." I whispered in the silent night. 

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           My eyes slowly opened and seen a figure standing in my room. I jumped off my bed and rubbed my eyes quickly. "Whoa! Relax," Brooke said while jerking around. 

           She had her left fist balled up tightly and her other hand was concealed behind her back. "Why are you in my room," I spat out. Instantly I regretted it because the look that settled on her face shortly after. Her tongue swiped her bottom lip and she shook her head. "I'm sorry but... here-" she revealed her concealed hand and stepped forward. 

           "What is it?" I whispered while starring at the small necklace she cupped in her hand. Brooke chuckled then opened her left fist as well. "A necklace stupid. Lelia made it for you as a thanks... and she wanted you to have this as well." The necklace was a simple golden locket that folded horizontally. It must've cost a fortune. 

            And in her left palm was a simple folded up note. A napkin really.

          The corners of my lips twisted up in a smile as I carefully reached for the gifts. "And the napkin is from Leila too?" I chuckled. She crossed her arms and grinned. "Nope. From me. Just something that may save your life one day," "wow. My life must be really messed up if I need a napkin to save it," I countered. We both laughed. "Seriously, It will."

           My curiosity began to run wild. I wanted to open the napkin and see whats inside already. It felt weightless. Odorless. So, maybe writing? But, if so, how can writing save my life...

         Without knowing, my fingers started to unfold the neat creases. "Dakota!" Brooke yelled. "What?" I asked. She snatched the gift out my hand so quickly I couldn't protect them. "Ah c'mon. Why you take it back?" I fake whined. "Because..." she opened the locket on the necklace and jammed the napkin inside. "Like I said, you not suppose to read it until you really need to." "Mhmm so it is writing?" I asked. "You really are stupid," she giggled. "Man you are just so sweet," I smiled sarcastically. 

          Brooke faked hit my arm making me chuckle more. Then shot them intense hazel eyes into mine. "I will let you go back to sleeping," she said awkwardly. I smiled and nodded feeling more exhaustion consume me. I couldn't been asleep for more than a few minutes. "Yeah, well... goodnight?" I asked. 

         Then she did something that really got my heart pumping and hands sweating. 

         Quickly, she pressed her soft lips against my cheek than turned on the balls of her feet. leaving me in my room. Smiling like a total idiot.