Watch The Skyline [Hiatus]

Memory One: Letter of Conscription [Mackensie]

"No, I refuse!"

My eyes flew open the moment I heard those words being screamed by what sounded like a woman. Was that my mother? I flew up in bed and threw the blankets off, something was wrong. She doesn't usually scream about anything. I was about to get out of bed and run down the stairs to see what was going on when it finally hit me:

This isn't my room.

I froze. Okay, I was sure that I fell asleep in my bed, in my own room. After I got back from the library I stayed inside my house and I didn't leave it after dinner. Then what is this?

I just looked around to try and see if I could find anything familar with the place. Maybe I've been here before? No...doesn't seem like it...

Wait.

I took another look. I did know this place. The vintage posters, those sports trophies, and the wooden furniture... I turned to face the dresser that was at the other end of the room and at the end of the bed. There was that freaking radio!

I was in Frederick's room!

Then this must be a dream.

Why do I keep dreaming about this guy? And how? Seriously, I don't get it...there is no way for me to dream about someone I don't know. Maybe I'm psychic or something...

I suddenly realised that there was something in my hands, and I was holding onto it way too tightly for it to be comfortable. I looked down at my right hand, which was clamping down on something. I opened it up. It was the pocket watch.

Why was I holding onto it? I thought I put this on my night stand...but I guess it doesn't matter since this is a dream and dreams don't make sense sometimes.

Before I could continue my thoughts on that, I could hear the voice of the woman again. She was hysterical, I think she was crying. I couldn't really make out what was being said, she had toned down her voice a bit to a regular speaking volume. I was getting words here and there...

"You can't--"

"Dying--"

"Your father!"

Sobs came afterwards, and that was all I could make out. I wasn't trying to be nosy, but I'm already in this house anyway. Plus, this was just a dream, it wouldn't hurt to get into other people's business since I don't have to worry about them anymore once I wake up.

Everything felt so real while I was climbing out of the bed. I loved these types of dreams, I guess, since it made me feel like I was really there. Escaping reality can be nice sometimes, but only if you know that you can easily go back to it when you needed to.

Slowly, since I didn't really know where the voices were coming from, I walked over to the door and turned the knob, opening it to just a small crack. I peeked into the hallway. It was the same long old hallway with the long green rug on the floor. It seemed to be empty, so I took a step out of the room. I could still hear the woman and she sounded like she was coming from downstairs, this time there was another voice with her but it was faint.

I made my way down the hall and towards the stairs, holding onto the watch tightly since I didn't have pockets and I didn't want to drop it. Honestly, I'm surprised at how easy it is for me to do whatever I want this time, usually whenever I have dreams I can't control my actions or my thoughts. There would always be some invisible force that would make me do things, even if I didn't want to do it. This must be what they call lucid dreaming.

I can get used to this.

Quietly and cautiously, I took nimble steps down the wooden stairs. I had a hand on the wall to my left as I descended, careful that I might trip and fall down. I always get paranoid everytime I try to be stealthy or quiet. Something always goes wrong.