I wake up on the ground.
I yawn and look around.
That rhymes. Why do I find that so entertaining?
I have been living in a cave for four years and everything is the same as it was when I came here all that time ago. My bag of my few possessions is in the corner. My dirty, old blanket on the rock I use for my bed. The small stream that flows right outside of the entrance.
I have been living in this cave ever since my father kicked my out when I was nine. I can remember it as though it was yesterday. Before I can stop it, the memory surfaces and I'm lost in a flashback.
I'm really bad at transitions, so please don't judge.
-four years ago, May 24th-
"Callum! Wake up! Now!"
I yawn and stretch out on my bed, trying to remember my dream. It had been a good one. But before I can, my father storms into the room. Quite literally.
It's raining outside, I can see past my father outside the door. I feel a rush of excitement. Pollux loves the rain! We can play outside today!
My father seethes at me. "Where is your brother?"
I frown, confused. "Pollux?"
"Who else, you useless slug!" my father hisses.
It should sting, but I'm used to his verbal abuse.
"I would expect that he's asleep" I say.
"Well he isn't! Now where is he?"
"I don't know. Why don't you look for him?"
I try to take back the words, but my father heard them.
"I mean, uh-"
I'm cut off by my father slapping me across the face.
"You lie." he says, then storms out of the room.
I feel the tears run down my face, but I am just numb.
"Happy birthday Callum." I whisper to myself
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the wishing well
FantasyAstrid just wants to speak to her mother one more time, to thank her, even if it means losing her voice forever. Ling's family needs her to wish for food, even if it means she can't eat ever again. Callum wants to find his lost brother, even if it m...