The Wailing

Chapter Four - Dream

It took much more muscle to open my eyes this time. My body ached more as my heart flowed the blood throughout it. The room was brightly lit, with the dark curtains pulled back to réalisé the sun on my face. It was just coming over the horizon, so it must be morning. How was it morning all ready?

"Hey sweetie". A gentle voice whispered. I turned my head slowly to find my mother sitting beside me. I was lying down on my bed, in the house, with him. All memories came flowing back at once, and my body filled with hatred.

"Why". I whispered the best I could. She looked at me concerned.

"Why what sweetie". She smiled.

"Why the hell-, why the hell am I back here". I stuttered.

"We have no money, so we had to fix you up here dear". She gave me the most pathetic smile I have ever seen in my entire life.

"Tell me...the truth". My voice was getting stronger the more my hatred grew.

"He wouldn't let me take you". She whispered to the floor. She squeezed my hand and walked out of my room. I reached over the bed to grab my phone, and strangely enough, it didn't hurt as bad as I thought it would. It was Saturday, i was out for an entire day! I grunted under my breath as I sat up. I lifted my shirt to see the damage, and was shocked.

"What the?". I whispered as I examined my stomach. There was nothing there, no wound, no glass, no anything. Just some stomach hair and my six pack. I looked at my shirt and there was still blood, and still the hole, but I had no wound at all. My phone started to buzz and I broke out of my trance to answer it.

"Larson!". Anna screamed on the other end.

"Hey what's up?". I asked having all my strength back.

"You're coming tonight right?". She said with excitement radiating from her voice.

"Where?". I replied. I looked down on my nightstand and saw a fancy looking card with my name written in cursive on it.

"What do you say?". She asked me.

"Huh?". I blanked out on what she was saying.

"The party! You're coming right?". She laughed.

"Oh uh". She cut me off.

"I'll see you at 9!". She giggled.

"Yeah whatever". I quickly hung up the phone and tossed it behind me. I reached for the letter and held it between my hands. It was compelling, the way it looked, the way it vibrated with energy, it was something out of a fairytale. I slowly opened the letter to find the same type of cursive on the paper.

Larson,
You came to me, in a time of need. In fact we both needed each other. As you can see I take care of my people when it is needed. A boost of energy, a pathway to go on, perhaps a deep wound in need of healing. I have granted you talents you will learn to possess over time. Your task is to beat the darkness, and succeed. I have many followers that will help you in the task, but be warned. Not all things are how they appear. I wish you the greatest of luck my son. Be careful with who you trust and remember, I am reality, and life is a dream.

~D

"What in the holy hell was that?". I whispered under my breath. I rose from my bed and threw the note down on it. I walked out of my bedroom and followed the smell of eggs to the kitchen. It was a smell I have never smelled in this house before in my entire life.

"Hello honey. Please sit down". My mother smiled. My father was shoving spoons full of eggs into his mouth on the opposite side of the table. I looked over and my mother and she turned away to finish cooking. I sat down and my father never even gave a glance up. I wanted to scream at him, I wanted to throw my body at him, I wanted to beat my fists in his body over and over-!

"Hello anyone home?". A voice said from the front door after knocking on it. My mother put her spatula down, and went to greet the person standing in our entry way.

"Mrs. Dire, welcome. Would you like some eggs?". My mother smiled at the guest.

"Oh no I'm fine, I already had dinner". The woman smiled. Dinner? It was just morning! I looked at the clock at it read 8:32pm. I could have sworn it was just morning, maybe it was sunset instead of sunrise.

"How may I help you?". My mother continued the conversation.

"Well I was just stopping by to see how Larson is doing". She asked not even looking at me. The woman had blonde hair pulled high in a bun, with a black business woman's outfit on. Her black high heels made her look taller than what she actually was. She almost looked like a congress woman if she was older.

"Oh he is doing just fine". My mother replied.

"May I see him?". She asked her.

"Of coarse". My mother replied. The front door closed, and she guided the woman towards me. When the woman looked at me, her eyes glowed a golden color, nothing like what a regular persons eyes would look like. It caught me by surprise so much, I didn't even notice she was speaking to me.

"I'm sorry what?". I asked her in confusion.

"How are you feeling". She chuckled. Jesus even her voice sounded super professional.

"I'm fine". I replied. Her face was so calm and peaceful, it could honestly end wars.

"That's wonderful to hear". She smiled at me.

"I'm sorry, who are you?". I asked the woman.

"Larson, don't be rude". My mother commented.

"Oh don't worry about it. My name is Erica Dire. My son found you in the woods yesterday and brought you back home". She explained.

"Your son?". I said confused.

"Tate? I heard you two met once". She chuckled again. The guy in the bathroom saved me life? In a place that was quiet and reserved nonetheless.

"Oh yeah, I have". I explained to her. My body instinct was to just agree with the woman, and I have no idea why.

"He was greatly concerned about your health, which by the looks of it your feeling better". She gestured towards the blood stain in my shirt and I pulled my shirt down. To hide it.

"I healed". I replied. She smiled at me once again, and turned her attention towards my mother.

"Well it's glad to hear he's fine. I must be off". She smiled. She walked over to to the front door, and I noticed my father stare at her butt as she walked. Typical. She opened the door, and walked out leaving the three of us alone in the house of hell.

"She was lovely". My mother said happily.

"Agreed". My father added. I snorted and rolled my eyes. He glared up at me and stiffened. "You got a problem boy?". He asked.

"Don't". A deep voice rolled around me. I quickly looked around, but saw no one. Instead of arguing, I agreed with the voice.

"No sir". I replied.

"Good". He said. Then he went back to eating his eggs.

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"Why aren't you ready! We were supposed to leave at nine!". Anna wined. I put on a white shirt, on top of my red shorts and ruffled my hair.

"I had to shower, I'm sorry". I replied. I grabbed my phone, and stuck it in my pocket. We walked out the front door with no bother from my parents, and started towards the party. I couldn't get the voice out of my head. It sounded like the same voice from the dream I had. Was it a dream? It had to have been, there's no way that stuff exists.

"You ready to party?". She shoved my shoulder.

"Hell yeah". I replied. In my mind I knew I was t ready for any of this. I didn't know if the dream was real, I didn't know what the voice was. Maybe I'm crazy, or maybe life is just a dream.