you know they say that dreams are made from your subconscious, but I believe that dreams are made to take you away from fear and towards your freedom.
but nightmares are something else all together. they are for those doomed for hell. with no way out. at least that's what mother used to tell me.
that morning I woke up late for practice. I was surprised father hadn't came in to wake me.
I crept down the hall to the living room and peeked in. I saw something that was quiet a familiar sight.
father was sitting in his chair talking on the phone with someone I believe to be a family member of one of the campers. it was one of those drama parents.
I had heard one of those calls before. but this one seemed different some how.
father was calm as always but I could see it in his eyes how much he just wanted to hang up.
and he did after a while of listening to an histerical mother, asking to speak to her daughter.
as he finished i stood by the book case waiting for him to hang up, because he didn't like it when we walked up to him during a phone call.
"come on over akira." he said as he patted the arm of his chair for me to sit.
I smiled because he knew I was there. even when I was behind him and made no noise, he always knows if I am there. it always made me curious how he knew but i'll never ask
so I walked on over and took my seat an the right arm of his chair.
"you and three others will be leaving to day."
"why?"
"recruitment dear, recruitment."
"recruitment? but why, don't we have enough?"
"yes, we do but I feel as if we won't for long."
"what do you mean?"
"I am speaking of some one's tendency of killing many in such a short time."
"I'm sorry daddy I didn't realize..."
"it is fine dear but when you ho out of the camp this week you must hold in that erge to kill."
"yes father."
"now, ho het ready to leave. the car will be here soon."
"yes sir."
"and please play nice with the others I don't want any accidents accruing."
"yes daddy."
I walked around the corner to were he could no longer see me and I stopped.
I was mad but mostly at myself I knew what he meant by"accident" and it wasn't a good memory.
It had been my first trip out. we didn't go far from camp but I still wasn't comfortable with leaving just yet, because I didn't have full rein of my emotions.
I don't remember what happened exactly but what I do know was that it had happened very fast.
I assumed someone pissed me off in the worst way imaginable because in just a few seconds hundreds of people were laying on the ground around my feet including the others that had been with me for the assignment
but that no longer matters; for what happened in the past stays in the past, that is my code.
I took a deep breath and kept walking besides I had bigger things to worry about like who would be accompanying me on this trip.