The Tape

Chapter 9

A/n - I know I said last chapter since it's my summer vacation, I would update much - much more but I have been more busy than I anticipated which basically means I have barely been able to write for a long period of time. The time I am writing this chapter is my first time writing since I updated last time. So I am sorry for a late update!

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[Dream - Memory 2]

He remembered vivid visions of a long forgotten memory - a mere shadow of a lost childhood. Now once again surfacing from the depths of his locked mind.

That day, like all others, had been sort of eventful. A photographer was scheduled to arrive at 4 pm in the afternoon and so much things had do be done before he arrived. They needed the correct clothing which consisted of casual everyday clothes. The mother of the family wanted a peaceful and happy feeling which will be remembered whenever looked upon instead of the formal with costumes and polished shoes which only gives the feeling of luxury. No, it was supposed to be a memory of their family. And the brunette had no problem with being casual, he is pretty lax in nature. Also, being formal doesn't suit his happy and free spirited self. It's quite the opposite.

''You two, the photographer is here!''

''Coming mom!'' The boy called back and hurried downstairs. His casual clothing consisted of a pair of blue short jeans, a white t-shirt with his standard purple jacket and a matching pair of white socks. His father, mother and he was already present, in their own version of casualness. The photographer was setting up his equipment which was basically the camera and a light reflector to adjust the light in the room. The boy stood in front in the meddle between his parents and he stood just a little to the left between the father and the boy.

''I never look good enough in front of the camera. It makes me look much older than I really am.'' He whispered out as a complain.

"Ahh such nonsense . No one is perfect you know".

The brown haired boy nodded his head and then looked up at his most favorite person in this world (Miwa was also someone he held dear of course). "Don't worry about it! You are and will always be perfect in my eyes! You can do everything ..." The word he spoke was never heard, for it is another mystery yet to be solved.

Then he looked down at the floor for a moment. He smiled mischievously, looked at the photographer and held up his fingers in a peace sign. ''Well, If you happen to look bad however, it's good that I am always camera ready~''

''Why you-''

''Okay, smile!'' the photographer said as he took the picture.

Then it all vanished, but the warmth never ceased to exist. The emotions from that day would forever stay, as if they had burned themselves into his consciousness, his body and his emotions.

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The teen awoke with a jolt. He quickly scanned his surrounding and realized he was in his bedroom. Knowing where he was, he sat up on the uncomfortable hard bed material and thought about what he had just seen, or rather, what he just now remembered. The whole experience felt like it just happened yesterday, but he knew it was long ago. When he was still just a kid in elementary school. A time when it seemed like he had been happy. A time before the accident. Time and date, he didn't know. Still, it all felt so surrealistic. Like it had just been a dream of a childhood he longed for. For a time he can never re experience again, no matter how much his heart wishes for it.

Dwelling on his past like this only brought sorrow to his heart, so he shook himself out of his thoughts and once more checked his surroundings. Yes, he was still in his bedroom, however, something felt slightly odd. No, something really was odd. Where was all of his furniture? And he also realized, he had been sitting on the floor this entire time. What was going on now? He was certain he was awake.