Solstice Howl

12

I blinked my eyes open in wonderment as an unfamiliar setting surrounded me.

What's going on?

"I can't live like this anymore!" A woman's shrill voice rung out behind the closed door I stood in front of.

"You have no choice!" An authoritative male voice replied, equal in shrillness, yet masculine in a way.

The hateful baritone caused fearful shudders to rack down my spine.

"I won't be trapped here just like-" a loud slapping noise interrupted her sentence.

They were fighting; their vicious screaming unmistakable.

But, the question is....

Just who are they?

"Never speak her name." The man growled.

"C'mon Kamiya," a boy with dark hair suddenly showed up to the side of me, taking my hand and tugging me away from the door I faced.

He loomed over me, though looked very young.

I looked down at my hand entangled in his to see chubby fingers; I couldn't be more than three years old.

The boy's voice was small, yet strong, and for some reason I took to him as a girl would take to a brother.

But I've never had a brother.

"You don't need to listen to that."

Though, looking to be about seven, he seemed mature for his age, wise beyond his years.

"Mama-" I cooed, trying to go back over to the door.

"She's busy, Kam. C'mon I'll read you your favorite book."

I was trapped in a body that isn't mine and can't control any of my movements, panic slowly building up in me.

He led me over to a small living room area, a plush plumb colored couch centering the carpeted room.

Everything seems so familiar, but so distant ... unobtainable.

The boy sat down on the couch, propping me on his lap and ruffling my hair as I- or the girl giggled at him.

Another little boy walked into the family room, something very familiar about him.

His face beheld a dour expression and his golden hair sat messily atop his head.

He had to be my age, his young appearance causing bewilderment to course through my veins.

I just don't understand why.

For some reason, I knew he was quiet and the likelihood of him to talk was slim.

The little boy silently sat next to us and handed the older boy a children's picture book that he had clutched at his side.

The older, unnamed boy began reading and I found that I couldn't focus on the words, but instead the other little boy's face.