Getaway

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{Sean's POV}

I don't even know often I have dreamed this by now. It must be the 10th times, I guess. I wake up on my bed back in Seattle, as nothing has happened. My white ceiling being lit by the warm sun coming through my window. And even though it wasn't cold at all, I felt like I was freezing to death in here. The cold crept through my whole body and made my body numb and unmoveable, like an ice cube. The only things I could move properly were my eyes and my head, so I could look around. I knew which day it was, it was THAT day. How do I know this? I see Lyla on the screen of my PC, the same exact outfit she wore the last time I saw her. The other thing, which tells me that this day is that day, is the photo of Jenn on my desk like I printed it out and put it there. She posted it just some minutes before my life changed forever, her hair coloured in a beautiful pink-to-blue shade, the fake cat-ears she wore and the whiskers she drew on her face, the plain grey shirt, which suited her perfectly like everything else, and that adorable face she made. All of this is present in my mind to this day, I can't explain why, maybe she just reminds me of the past life I lived, a normal boring teenager life. I move my head back to the ceiling to prepare myself for the things to come. What will it be this time? Dad laying dead on the floor, blood pouring out of the wound? Or Maybe Daniel, crying over the loss of our father, which he found out over the news, screaming at me that it is my fault? Or maybe it's Lyla, Jenn, just someone I care about, showing me how much of a bad person I am. Slowly, I close my eyes and inhale deeply. The air feels like razor blades in my throat and lungs, but it gives me the motivation to tilt my head to the side and open my eyes in one rush move. Nobody. Nobody? Normally, this was the way the dream went. I have gotten some sort of control over it in the last nights, so why isn't it working? I did everything like I always do it to wake up, just get over it and be sad about it afterwards. But not today, because just some seconds after I opened my eyes, I felt like something let go of me. In a fast movement, I rolled down from my bed and on the hard floor. ,, The hell is happening?" I softly whispered, but it seemed to echo from all around me, like the walls mumbled it, not I. It still felt like my joints had a bit of ice in them, but I got up and looked around again. The PC was closed, the picture of Jenn gone, it was dark outside. What was going on, am I going completely nuts now? Noises, from the outside of my door, maybe the kitchen or living room. As fast as I could go, which wasn't very fast, I went up to my door and opened it. Daniel's door was closed, the bathroom door was also closed, the house was dark, no noise. With a swift move, I got out of my room and closed the door. I could swear I heard a noise from out here, but the house was completely silent and dark. ,, Daniel? Dad?" I asked in the darkness, but no movement or sound. Softly, I leaned my back against the door, but it was gone, just a wall. Normally, I would be surprised, but I just knew that I couldn't go back into my room once I left it. The floor felt cold under my feet, the air was filling my lungs like ice-cold water. But still, I didn't feel cold, I just felt the difference, my body felt like it was just waiting to be scared, my nerves on edge. I didn't even notice that I moved until I was at the door. I knew, I just knew, that if I opened it I would hate myself for it because it would be my worst nightmare. But then I heard it. It was faint, but I recognized the voices, what they spoke about, the tone it had, the danger behind it. Daniel, it's Daniel with Brett. I have to help, nightmare or not. He is my brother, nightmare or not. I open the front door and run outside, but...the scene before me wasn't that fight, it was the aftermath. ,, Dad..." I got out before I felt my body going numb again like it just gave up on working, and this time even my eyes closed without opening again.

,, Sean!" I hear Daniels voice again, this time much closer. I open my eyes slowly, with some blinking I can even see Daniel leaning over me, looking at me with slight concern in his eyes. ,, You trashed around in your sleep, I..I thought you had a nightmare, so I wanted to wake you up.". I don't know if my dream was just going to an end or if he really woke me up, but I smiled at him thankfully and put my hand on his head to ruffle his hair, saying:,, Thanks enano, I really hated it there.". He smiled at me, but it was a tired smile, I must have woken him up. ,, Go back to sleep, I am good." I reassured him, so I could be alone a bit. If these dreams get any worse, I don't know if I ever wanna sleep again. It was a rather cold night, the last once were warmer, but at least we had some blankets and warm cloth. It.. wasn't my proudest action to take, but it was the only action I had left. Shoplifting is bad, don't do that, but Daniel started freezing at night and I just couldn't afford it, so... Don't judge me. As I looked at my little brother again, he was deep in his dreams again, snuggling into his jacket. I wish we didn't have to use his power to shoplift, he seems to resent using them since he found out about them and Dad's death like he could have done something to save him. Slowly and with care I put my hand on his arm, just with enough pressure to sink the fabric of the jacket in. It was maybe around 2.30 am, we were sleeping in the woods, protected by some trees and bushes. I don't know how many days we had been on the run by now, maybe two weeks? My only thought, most of the time, was to keep Daniel safe and get us to Mexico. Mexico, Puerto Lobos, all this seemed so far away, like a Wonderland. What if the cops come to us first? What if we left too many tracks? What if... I had to stop myself from thinking like that, this wouldn't bring us anywhere. I know we can do this, we just needed some more supplies...

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