Lost in Time (Larry)

Chapter 4

Chapter 4:

While my dad is making breakfast I go upstairs to place my eyelence on the shelf next to the bed, where it always is.

There are many people who don't even put it away when they sleep. They are just to obsessed with all the possibilities and how easy it is to find out nearly everything about anyone.

I never understood why people would do something like that - stalking others never sounded appealling to me.

But I guess I'm just not 'normal' nowadays. I don't think that this is the best time ever. Our world is just to strict and everything you do is decided for you.

For me the ancient times always were more interesting and I would love to spend some time in this past where everything was colourful and you could do what you want without being afraid of maybe getting arrested or even killed.

But this is impossible and I know it.

I put the 'Image&read' on the shelf and want to turn around when I see something black on the wooden furniture.

As I take a closer look I realise that there are words written in black ink.

COME BACK SOON & STAY SAVE!! -L.

Once again I get this feeling as if I know this but I can't think of any memory where somebody said this.

Carefully I let my fingers wander over the writing and I can feel that my body longs for something but I don't know what it is.

"Harry, breakfast is ready.", Henry shouted from the kitchen and I shake my head to clear my thoughts.

Then I step out of my room and hurry downstairs trying not to think about all the things that happened since we moved.

'Everything was coincidental!', I say to myself but I don't believe it even though I try.

I walk in the kitchen and sit down at the table where our breakfast is already set. My dad made omelets. I absolutely love his cooking, it smells delicious and to my experience it tastes even better.

"Thanks, dad.", I say gratefully.

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After finishing the breakfast and doing the dishes I go to my room again and grab a book. I throw myself on my bed and start reading about a boy who could travel through times like other people travel through countries.

I sigh and think of how much I always wished to see an earlier century. Sometimes I even think that I was born in the wrong time, I just don't fit in this world. I love freedom to much and I hate how the government takes us the right of making our own decisions.

I lay the book on the small table next to my bed and try to focus on doing something useful - unpacking my stuff.

It isn't much left and I want to finish this today so I can go out or just have some free time tomorrow.

I grab some magazines and place them on the shelf near my bed when I see the writing again.

COME BACK SOON & STAY SAVE!! -L.

Black ink on dark brown wood.

Words that seem to mean so much.

Why?

Once again, I let my fingers wander over the old writing and immediately the light headache is back as well as the dizziness.

I shut my eyes for a few seconds and when I open them I can see grey shadows dancing through the room in front of me.

This time I'm not shocked. I look more carefully and soon the abstract fog starts to form a person.

A young male person.

It's him again.

But who is he??

The vision is clearer than it was the last time and I can see the man's features better.

He seems to be about twenty years old and probably has light brown hair. I'm not really sure about that though because the scene is just black and white with many different shades of grey.

Only his eyes are colourful. They are light blue with a bit of grey and I can see the feelings through them.

There is hurt as if he lost somebody important to him.

There is hope that it will get better.

And there is trust.

Unintentionally I step closer and then his eyes look directly in mine.

Blue meets green.

His meet mine.

I can't tear my eyes apart of his. It is impossible. They bann me and the longer I look into them, the more I get lost in them.

They are so calm yet passionate and I truly believe that those eyes must look absolutely stunning when filled with fun, pride, friendship and love.

"Harry, can you come here and help me?"

The sudden noise frightens me and all my concentration on the unbelievable vision in front of me disappears.

The shadows start moving and get quicker every second until they are gone.

I groan and press my hands against my head. The headache isn't gone like always. It isn't a short, sharp pain but it is a constant low pain and I hate it even more.

I sigh deeply and then answer my dad's question. "Yeah, I'm coming!", I say leaving my room behind me.