Mystery of a Lifeline

Epilogue--Childhood



Thin rays of light were intruding the little bedroom, shining on a teenage red-head lying on her bed, as if persistently trying to wake her up. The girl never was the one to wake up early- she used to prefer spending more time casually lying on a bed, especially on holidays, like that day. Little she did knew she was going to be awakened soon by her friend, whom has stayed with her all the night, sleeping on a small sofa.

The boy yawned loudly, rubbing his eyes and looking at his peacefully sleeping friend. Brunette giggled lightly, remembering the last night. Both of them had watched different science fiction films up until Emma the red-head have fallen asleep like an infant so her uncle had to carry her all the way to bedroom, luckily he didn't judge them for watching films almost until midnight.

"At least she will get all my weird references from now on!"-the brunette thought, before drifting off to sleep.

And the next day, having been awakened by the sun, Taylor found himself completely alone- his friend was still asleep, and her uncle left for a work. He sighed, planning to wake Emma up.

He got up quietly, walking toward her bed and looking for a while at her face. He didn't want to wake her up as much as he didn't want to be left alone in a house he could easily loose direction in, but a choice had to be made. And he chose to wake her up himself.

Taylor tickled her nose slightly, trying not to chuckle from her sad humming as she began waking up.

"Wakey-wakey, sleepyhead."-he said, still tickling his friend's nose.

All of a sudden, a frown formed on Emma's face, and she turned herself, away from Taylor's hand and groaned slightly.

"Five more minutes..."-Emma pleaded, clearly not wanting to get up from a comfy bed. But Taylor, as persistent as always, didn't even think of giving up.

"Hey, this isn't how you treat a guest, you know?"-the boy questioned, patting girl's back and laughing. Emma let out a long and theatrically exausted groan once more, suddenly realizing what was happening. And as she remembered events of the last night, she almost jumped out of a bed, her hair resembling a bird's nest.

"That's no fair, Taylor!"-she complained, trying to sound as irritated as possible, but it only was funny for her friend.

"Well, at least you woke up. And I absolutely had no idea how to find some food for a breakfast in your house, so sorry not sorry."-he made up an excuse, innocently shrugging his shoulders. He didn't regret waking her up.

Emma rolled her eyes, tracing the fingers through her orange-coloured hair in attempt to straighten them. She sighed, opening the door.

"Well, kitchen is nearby, just go to the first floor, then turn right and you'll find it instantly. You don't have to cook anything. Help yourself while I'm trying to dress up, okay?"

"Fine, but I'll eat up all your supplies if it takes too long. I'm just super hungry right now."-Taylor replied, grinning as he was being shoved out of the room, making Emma shake her head in dissaproval.

"No, you totally can't do that. That's how a guest doesn't act, you know."-she mimicked Taylor's earlier speech with her eyebrows raised, closing her door after Taylor sighed for the last time and left.

She finally was alone and able to think clearly. She surely enjoyed Taylor's company- he was nerdy and smart, so she easily got along with him and they have been friends since they were eight; but she still needed to spend some time alone, just to clear her thoughts and relax. Emma quickly dressed herself up, wearing a t-shirt and shorts, but didn't leave yet, trying to remember what happened the day before.