Night Sky {Kellic}

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

I was shaking, sweating, kicking, and crying. They were back.

I couldn't believe it. I really thought they would be gone after moving since I didn't get them on the first days. But I guess I was fucking wrong. Way wrong.

Without even turning the lamp on that was on the nightstand, I stood up. I tried evening out my ragged breathing but it seemed impossible. After five minutes had passed, I was much more calmer and decided to do what I had always done after this happened. So I slipped on my shoes real quick and zipped up my hoodie.

I walked out quietly from my room and down the stairs and then walked out of the house. It was 3 a.m. but I didn't care. Time was never an issue for me in moment like that. I just had to get out. So I walked out to the sidewalk and made my way down the dark moon lit street.

My hands were shoved down my pockets and I just walked. Yeah, anyone would think this is crazy and that one day I will for sure get killed for walking in the early hours of the day, but all I can say is that it's good for me. There is just something about the quiet, dark night that brings me peace.

It makes me sound so childish for saying this but I've had too many nightmares. Now, they weren't the ones where I'm getting chased by Freddy Kruger or the Grudge. These dreams were so much different than that. Much more terrifying.

Ever since it began, my father started to haunt my dreams. Even when he was far away from me, he still managed to reappear. I guess I was stupid to think that moving would completely make those dreams disappear.

After every hit, every yell, every cry, he was still there at night with me. They would never end. Sometimes I was too exhausted or wasted to have them but they still came on other days. The dreams would repeat over and over again. Scenes of my mother crying and trying to pull him away would appear.

I always wonder how life would have been if she would've never died or if I wasn't like this. We'd probably be the same happy normal family like before. Like the one in those television shows. There were rarely any fights or arguments in the house before it happened. That home was just filled with love and comfort. But it all changed too fast.

I decided that I didn't want to think about it any further and shook my head as if the memories would fade away. Instead I just picked up my head and looked at the dark husky night.

I had no idea what street I was on since I wasn't paying much attention to the route. If I kept on walking, I would eventually get lost so I just turned around and walked back.

By the time I reached back to the house, my eyes couldn't help but wander up to the house beside us. There was a room with light on the second floor. The same one I had seen the other night. I'm pretty sure the room was the room I had almost gone into yesterday. The one where Vic had stopped me at.

Maybe it was his? I don't know, it's a possibility. I stopped in the middle of the driveway and kept my gaze on the house.

If it was his, what could he possibly be doing at this time of the day? He is so fucking. . .odd.

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"So how was the party?" My mom asked slipping on her shoes.

After getting back from the walk, I tried sleeping again but sleep was not an option for my body anymore. Although, I know that later in the day I'll be quite exhausted. Right now it was 6:20 a.m.

"It was. . .alright," I shrugged.

"So not so good then?" She looked at me briefly before grabbing her bag.