LUCI

2 - Illusion

Illusion

~ An instance of a wrong or misinterpreted perception of a sensory experience ~

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Illusion is a scary thing. Is it all real? Your brain believes whats put in front of it without knowing how wrong it is. Without knowing how fake the thing in front of you it. I was a master at illusion. The illusion of hope. It's what kept my mother alive. Most of you will have no idea how key illusion is until your mother is spiralling downwards in front of your eyes. When she wheeps for her son that vanished into this air at night. I have never heard such a horrible sound. The sound of sobbing in the middle of the darkness. The only thing that will bring the light that is needed is that illusion. You could call it false hope. False is defiantly the right word. Whatever you want to name it, it saved my mother. It was that light that she needed. The hope that her son would come back to her. The hope that he would appear out of wherever he was, unharmed and still the boy he used to be. Sweet. Innocent. Perfect. My mother wanted my brother to come back so badly that my false hope looked like real hope.

After calling the police, we did everything we could. We put up posters, we posted all over the internet, we searched everywhere. We looked for about a month before my mother began to feel defeated. That was where I stepped in. Although I knew I would never see him again, I put a smile on my face everyday and it made my mother continue to believe he would come back. In my head I knew it was wrong to give my mother the illusion of hope. I had no other choice. It had to be done. The illusion saved her.

I prayed what I saw in front of me was an illusion. It had to be! He couldn't be standing here before my eyes. Exactly two years later, completely unharmed. He looked almost identical to when he left. His hair was the same, his eyes hadn't changed and he was still healthy. By the looks of it anyway. The only thing that had changed was the fact he had gained a few tattoos. I like tattoos but it's not something I ever imagined him to have.

"A-alex?"

He stared right at me. He didn't say anything for a few moments before bringing me into a hug. My mind still unsure if this was an illusion or not, I just stood there. Speechless. What the fuck are you supposed to say to your brother that vanished into this air? 'Oh hey, nice to see you, its been a while' Like what the hell! This is not how my day was supposed to go. I was supposed to go on my run and mourn my probably dead brother. But noooo he just had to show up and ruin that. Everything I ever wanted back was right in front of me and all I wanted to do was slap him. So thats exactly what I did. I didn't just slap him either, I bitch slapped him. Take that!

"Okay" He sighed, just accepting the slap. "I understand your a little confused but let me start by saying I'm so so sorry"

" I understand your confused! " I repeated back to him very sarcastically. Ah good old sister and missing brother banter. "Seriously?" I say slightly more serious myself.

"I promise I will explain but you have to promise me you won't freak out on me" Freak out? Of course not! My missing brother comes back from vanishing and I'm not supposed to freak out. "You also have to promise not to tell mother that you saw me" He says with an all too serious look on his face, letting me know he isn't messing around.

"Okay, I haven't got long though. I have to be back at the house by-"

"8.15. I know, Nicolo told me" Okay so first this bitch surprises me and then he talks about Nico like their best pals and have know each other for years! He also interrupts me which is not okay! "We can just sit here and talk, plus Nicolo is right over there in the car" He points towards a black Jeep by the corner of the street.