Simple... that's the best word I'd describe my current situation in. I guess me up at 4 a.m. is not normal for a teenager on summer vacation, but who cares, routine is the simplest thing in the world, or at least that's what I'd like to think. I lift the sheet off of me. Simple, ha? Yeah right! I'm still shaking and sweating from the dream I just had. Shit! It's the same exact fucking dream; its dark and that man that chained man dripping with blood, and he always does the same exact thing. He tries to lift his hand towards me as if he was begging, but he can't because there are too many chains restraining him. What pisses me off the most is at the end of every dream the same exact thing happens he tries to move his lips, groaning in the process as his lips being nailed together by multiple nails, but when he finally can spout a word I get pushed back into the infinite darkness and I wake up. This dream is so precisely repeated.
I put my feet on the ground. My hands are still shaking, I thought I'd gotten used to seeing that sight after two weeks of this charade.
Finally! My heartbeats slowed down. I can stand up now. I'm opening the door as quietly as possible as to not wake up my parents or my other siblings.
I'm walking down the stairs, I'm trying to walk as quietly as possible and I'm seeing our family pictures that my parents put on the wall. There's dad, the surgeon, taking a picture next to some zombies in Family Funtown, the amusement park. Here's one with mom as she's teaching one of her college classes. That's a funny one with my older brother and sister, Cloud and Stephany when they opened their company and they're hugging each other and staring at the sky with watery eyes. What most people don't know about this picture is that they were having a "staring at the sun contest". I forgot who won.
Here's one with George and Carla with him carrying her when she was in elementary school and him being in high school. It's weird, I'm between George and Carla as how age goes, but there's a weird bond between them. I get to the ground floor and reach for the kitchen to my right. I take a quick glance at the blurred window at the living room on my left. It's still dim black outside.
I go to the kitchen pour me a glass of Kiwi juice. I refill the glass three times until I ultimately feel nourished. While sitting on the kitchen table, I can see that window showing nothing but darkness. I take a shoe from the shelf under the stairs. I go outside, take my motor scooter that I parked inside the house gate, and I ride.
Uphill is the worst part of riding any vehicle; it's always so slow, but I know that reaching my spot will give me that excited feeling like it always does. It's nothing much, just a bench next to a scope which people rarely use, more accurately, practically nobody knows about this place. I take a flashlight from the bikes box. I'm walking into a semi-bushy area with the flashlight's light guiding me. Here it is.
I forgot my watch. "Oh well" I said then sat on the bench in the darkness. I sit for a bit thinking about all that's going on with my life. I totally forgot, I bet Joseph is excited today. Suddenly, the sun's rays come out from behind the city's sky scrapers in front of me.
"Beautiful" I said out of pure amazement.
"You're right about that" a voice answered behind me.
I turn around in fright but I see no one there. That's strange. Oh well. Might as well check my phone for the time. 5 a.m.! That's terrible! I'm going to be late!
I run to my bike, thank goodness the path between the bushes is clearer now. Oh, I forgot my flashlight. Ah, who cares, I don't want to be late. I get on my scooter and go downhill. I don't want to be late for school.
I'm opening my house's front door, slowly. I just hope dad doesn't... No dice, dad saw me.
"What are you doing out! Who cares, just change your clothes and get in the car." Dad told me in a hurry while he was heading to the living room
