Far From Earth, Close To Home (Completed)

Chapter 20: The Return

(Ugh, I need to keep writing)

I got up, and looked around. Back in the mansion. The door wasn't behind me anymore. I walked forward, and called, "hello?"

I heard VERY, VERY loud static noise, and it felt like it was in my head. I fell to the floor, holding my ears.

I don't know how long I was there, but after I got up, I saw a phone on the floor. It looked relatively small, and the case was black and light blue. Really appealed to me, actually. It was a circular button on the bottom, so I knew what brand it was, but I just couldn't think of it.

I pressed the button, and a screen came up. For a few seconds, there was to my knowledge a black and brown dog, and then it just opened.

Now I could clearly see a background. The dog was a puppy, and they also had some white. The breed looked familiar.

There was a games folder, an others folder, and some other basic things. Some apps on the bottom, a orange and white one, a light blue and pink one, with an "A" on it, a music app, I assume, and one with just a red heart and a black background.

I tried to put the phone in my pocket, but it disappeared. I was confused, then I realized I was Dusk. So I had an idea.

What if I will the phone to appear now?

And so I did, and it had happened.

I smiled at how interesting, cool, amazing, I couldn't help myself.

I put the phone away, and walked onward. There was two other ways, but one was back to the axe, and the other two were dead ends.

I stepped on something, and so I picked that up as well. A small, somewhat spherical somewhat rectangular white box. I opened it, and it seemed to have two wireless earbuds.

Just now I notice the carpet. It had an odd, familiar design in it. Why is everything familiar?

I put away the earbuds, and kept going, assuming nobody owned any of this.

I eventually walked up to a door, and I was about to open it, but then I hesitated. I considered many different possibilities, like the same thing as before, axes, death, or something I really don't want.

I walked in, and it was a gray room, with a fancy wooden table. The table had a bowl of colorful flakes in milk, and a spoon. There was a chair there, too.

I walked up to it, and examined it. I searched it by moving it around. The flakes were still crisp. This was posted recently. Very recently.

"Hello?" I called once more. . .

But nobody came.

I sat down, and started to eat the surprisingly good flakes. After 5 minutes, I had gulped down the milk too. I felt something resonating in me, almost like a satisfaction. A nostalgia.

I got up, and walked out. Now there was nowhere to go, at least, I thought.

I walked back to the four way, and there was a new door toward my left. And when I walked in, it was some room, for no specific purpose. There was a fireplace, a piano, a rocking chair, what seemed to be a table for dining, and a red and blue carpet in the center. The wooden planks the floor was built of was smooth. And now I see a window.

I walked up to the window. Outside, there was nothing. It was complete darkness. Not a star, not a cloud, not a sky, just darkness. This is when my stomach started to hurt. And then I realized:

Of course the food was poisoned. Why would I even eat that????

I sat down on the chair, holding my stomach. I was there for a while, then eventually, my vision was going away, and everything went black.