The Telling

Chapter 2

Theo:

Theo awoke from his dream rapidly, hitting his head against the shelf above him. 

    “Frell!” He shouted, rubbing his forehead. And that was the first thing he said that morning. Quickly, he grabbed the nearest thing to him, which was a pencil, and he took to his wall. There were thousands of sketches there. Strange creatures that came to him in his dreams. The strange thing was though, most of the time, the dreams didn’t feel like dreams. They felt real, tangible.

    There were drawings of military bunkers, of guard towers, several blueprints to things that he was certain he shouldn’t know about. Things that looked like engines to rockets, and casings to missiles.

    From his most recent dream, came the face of a girl. Her hair was short, she wore a  purple cotton tank-top and a blue sweatshirt that was too big for her. Her eyes were prominent behind the lenses of her horn rimmed tortoise shell glasses. They were opened wide in shock, a blue light shining on her face, her mouth opened in surprise.

    “Theo?” His mom called. “Honey come on, you have to get up now!”

Right. Work. He forgot about work. Quickly, he finished his sketch, and pulled on a t-shirt. His muscles were strong, he was a hardworking 17 year old guy. A bit paranoid, but a good guy.

     “Coming mom!” He shouted, pulling on his sneakers, and opening his bedroom door. The drawings stretched across the wall behind him. Beside them, was a map, covered in strings, connecting points, the dreams. His mom had been sending him to a therapist sense they had began. His therapist was alright. Hubert. He was half armenian with a wife named Lori. Hubert encouraged the drawing as a way to cope with his supposed paranoia. It helped. And he’d gotten good at it. Beside the map was his computer, his T.V and Xbox.

    Theo closed the door. The hallway was covered in pictures of Theo and his sister Amanda from the time they were little kids. He rubbed the back of his head as he thundered down the mahogany stairs.

    “I’m up mom!” He yelled, turning the corner into the sunlit kitchen.

    “Not so loud dipwad.” Amanda said, rubbing her forehead gingerly.

    “What are you doing here butt snacker?” Theo grinned, grazing his sisters shoulder.

    “I came to help mom clean the pool. I hit my head on the stupid shelf above the couch.” Theo took an apple off the kitchen table, and rubbed his cat Cosmo’s head.

    “Sucks to suck.” He grinned. Amanda rolled her eyes at him.

    “I’m going to work mom!” He shouted. His Mother came through the living room and smiled at him, grabbing him in a hug.

    “I’m so proud of you Theo.” She smiled, nearly in tears. Theo’s mom was like that. Every time he did something even remotely normal, she’d break down into joyous tears. Theo just rolled his eyes to Amanda  and hugged her back.

    “I know mom.” He said, but he couldn’t help smiling.

    The sun came down in a tirade against the earth. It must have been like 90 degrees.  Theo could feel the sweat starting to bead on his forehead.

    “I was not made for this.” He mumbled as he mounted his bike. He lived close to town, at least a five mile ride. Piece of cake really. But the job meant money for a car, and a car meant possibilities.

    As Theo pulled around the back of the bike shop, his head started throbbing. Visions of the girl from his dream flashed in front of his eyes.

    What could it mean? Who was she? And did she have anything to do with what fell last night? What he assumed could be the missing piece to his puzzle?