I walk up to my parents’ room and throw myself on their bed and stare at the ceiling.
It seems like I've been here for years. I look over at the clock, its 7:30, so I’ve only been here for two hours.
"How?” I yell at the fish on my parents dresser , “How could they be gone?". They just give me blank, fish-y looks.
“Jeez, you guys are no help and I have a massive headache,” I said, more to myself than the fish. I got off the bed and headed into the bathroom to grab some tylenol. As I stand there, staring at myself in the mirror, I realize I resemble my mom all too much.
I have her heart shaped face with delicate features, and porcelain colored skin that doesn't tan in the slightest. I have her blonde hair that falls in soft waves down to my waist. I'm 5'2 and I only weigh 102 lbs. I have my daddys eyes though, they're such a deep green, they remind me of a tropical forest.
My parents have been missing for five years, the house keepers have been looking after me, even though I tell them they don’t have to. But, I kind of like not being completely alone in this monster sized house. Ever since that nightmare of Mom and Daddy having their throats practically ripped out by a vampire when I was nine, I’ve had to go to the family shrink. Today was the day he comes and visits.
I was sitting on the chaise in the sitting room reading a book, when I heard Sarah, one of the maids, bustle into the room.
“Miss Abbygail, Mr. Strefen has arrived.”
“Thank you Sarah, have him brought here then excuse yourself.”
Sarah nodded and left the room to return a couple minutes later with Mr. Strefen, to then turn and close the large cream colored French doors.
“Well, Miss Abbygail, how are you faring my dear?” Mr. Strefen asked.
“Very well sir, thank you.” I reply.
He’s got to be a hundred years old the way he talks, he’s too formal. He is around his late twenties early thirties. He has brown hair with a slight shade of gray, and has clear green eyes. He has the beginnings of smile wrinkles, because he’s always trying to make everyone smile.
I smile at him and wave him to sit in a red velvet chair, matching the chaise, right across from me.
As he takes his seat, he asks, “How’s that nightmare of yours treating you nowadays, darling?”
I sigh a deep frustrated sigh. “It’s more than a nightmare, Frank(his first name.). When I have flashbacks from it, i-it seems as though I was really there. It felt like I was hovering over them in the car, and I couldn’t do anything to stop their pain or torturer. It hurts knowing I couldn’t stop him.” I say with tears threatening to fall down my porcelain colored cheeks.
Frank sits and nods as he asks, “Have you ever heard of astral projection?”
I shake my head, never heard of it.
“Well, astral projection is when you’re sleeping, and your soul decides to go for a little….. jog,” He laughs. “Your soul will be drawn to what you’ve been thinking hardest about, in your case your parents. Therefore drawing you to see something that shook your soul to its core, and threw it back into your body.” He explains.
“Wow, that’s deep.” I mumble about twenty minutes later.
“Well, dear, it may seem that way. But really it’s a simple thing; anyone could do it, if they are strong-minded enough. Which, you seemed to be when you were very young. So I wonder if you would be able to now, knowing what astral projection is, and understanding it a little better?” he muses.
“Well Frank, I’ll give it a go. You go on and I’ll call you if anything changes in my astral-whatever phasing. Okay?” I smile at him and stand up, shaking hands with him.
“Yes miss, please do.” He accepts my hand and then leaves.
“What in the hell, can he mean by “oh you astral project. Hehe try it and hurt yourself’ jeez.” I huffed out. Glad to finally be rid of the strange man, I collapsed on the chaise again and decided to take a nap.
Okay. I will try to update this story, every Saturday around midnight my time. If I don’t, I’ll explain why when I do get it posted. *promise* But, I’ll try my hardest to make you happy(: Till next time -Mikayla
