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- > “The voices of the past echo into the present”
- >you barely got any sleep that night – too busy browsing your favorite website – all thanks to 4chan.
- >Darkness still wrapped around you, despite the typical morning clamor of your alarm clock.
- >As if awakening from your wondrous sheets and pillows was a viable option.
- >You scoffed at your alarm clock, tasks of great importance filled your mind; you had to find the other castle, you really wanted that peachy booty.
- >Speaking of which, you suddenly felt so alone in that bed.
- >The alarm broke into your concentration – cackling incessantly just to annoy you.
- >You threw the sheets over your head, plugging your ears with the nearest pillow.
- >Where was a shotgun when you needed it?
- >You frequently requested a weapon of the sorts, but somehow never managed to receive any such thing for a special occasion.
- >Probably due to the murderous tendencies of your long lost cousins.
- >You figured frequently exclaiming your hatred for James Hayworth, your old nemesis, likely failed to aid that endeavor.
- >Thinking about his glasses and peevish grin boiled your blood.
- >He was such a faggot.
- >Your thoughts all but ceased as the door to your humble room shot open.
- > “Anon, why the fuck haven’t you turned off your alarm clock! Actually, why aren’t you fucking up yet?!”
- >His deep-seated anger had always prevailed in the mornings if he had not acquired a large dosage of coffee.
- >Why was he so pissed off?
- >His heavy footsteps clanked against the floor
- >Getting up at this point would be a great idea.
- >Why not lie there a few moments longer and pretend to sleep.
- >hardened hands clasped around your ankles
- >you start to panic, but your efforts are in vain.
- >The sheets fly off your body as you land hard against the side of your bed.
- >He was standing over you, hands on his hips, with a smug grin plastered all over his face.
- -
- > “Good morning, Anon!”
- >He meant well, but he had a strange way of showing it sometimes.
- >A deep-seated sigh left your started being.
- >At least the flooring was carpet – nice at that.
- “Good morning, Dad.”
- >He chuckled heartily, obviously enjoying himself.
- >The alarm ceased to ring as he shut it off with a click.
- > “C’mon, boy, get downstairs! You know what day it is!”
- >You had to think about that for a few moments.
- >Landing on your ass a few moments earlier at least got your heart going.
- “Friday, right?”
- >At least you thought it was Friday.
- >Why would your father get you up today? Especially in this manner?
- >This could only mean one of two things:
- >He was going to ask you to watch something with him – usually a sports event.
- >The other option crossed your mind, but that would mean something big happened at work.
- >His deep, almost angry voice broke your concentration, “Exactly!”
- > “Get downstairs, Bubba! Your mom and I have something we want to talk to you and Dash about!”
- >Without a word of response, he scurried out of the room, pounding down the stairs.
- >You pressed your fingers against your eyes, trying to rub out the sleepiness.
- >You really should have gotten more sleep last night.
- -
- >A wistful longing for your bed edged into the corner of your mind.
- >If the “talk” with your parents truly were important, sleep would have to wait.
- >You fluffed your pillows, completing a perfectly made bed.
- >You stood back with pride. Even a SEAL operative would be proud of your handiwork.
- >One thing your mother always told you was, “An ordered room makes for a good day” and she was mostly right.
- >No matter how seemingly terrible the events in a day proceeded, you always had your clean bed.
- >Your computer was still running silently in the corner of your room.
- >You walked over to it and shut down everything; the tower, the monitor, even unplugged the several flash drives connected via USB.
- >No sense it keeping it on when your family obviously had something *big* planned.
- > “Anon! Get your ass down here!”
- >Patience never existed in your father’s vocabulary list.
- >Keeping patience never would have scored the house you stood in.
- >after he lost his license as a professional contractor, life was tough.
- >Although your mother was a full time lawyer, you never really felt like enough money was making it to the table.
- >Your father worked odd jobs to support your mother when new cases ceased to flow in.
- >at one point you felt like their constant stress over money would tear them apart.
- >that was until your mother received an invitation to work for the Dubs and Co. law firm.
- >Your father managed to find a job in construction due to the rising population in the city.
- >He usually left early in the morning, and came home late at night during contracts.
- >Luckily, for your family, the combined income of the both of your parents was more than enough to sustain livelihood.
- >Even ten years later, the flow of income was more than enough.
- “Hold on, Dad!”
- >You stored your clothes in your dresser, like any other normal person.
- >Something simple would do – a shirt, some pants, some socks.
- >You pulled out the chair to your computer – an extremely comfortable chair black as tar.
- >The socks would go on first, you decided – despite how trivial the maneuver was.
- >You slid on the socks, tugging them up with a grunt.
- >Despite how many times you tried, you never got the correct fit – always too tight.
- >The pants slid on with ease; you zipped them up and clicked them into place.
- >Last was the shirt, which you just threw over your head and slid on – nothing special.
- > “Anon, I’m serious! Get down here!”
- “I’m coming, dammit!”
- > “Don’t you fucking cuss at me!”
- > “Herald, drink some coffee, you’re always pissed in the morning.”
- >You dug your hands into your pockets.
- >When you first moved in, you hated having to occupy a room so close to your sister.
- >Between the two of you, now you figured keeping the smaller room closest to the stairs was the best choice you ever could have made.
- >At least you had privacy.
- >Your parents – mother specifically – had taken the liberty to decorate the halls with obscure and abstract paintings of unknown origin.
- >According to your mother, the paintings were a result of a court case she won long in the distant past.
- >Most of the paintings were quite pleasant, save for the select few that were reminiscent of reality.
- >One of the paintings at the end of the hall always sent a shiver down your spine.
- >Your mother stated your illusion was a pareidolia, but the painting still looked all too familiar.
- >The painting looked as if an artist splattered brilliant colors along the edge of the portrait – a mixture of reds and oranges – and decided to warp everything inward into a slotted veil of darkness.
- >Looking into the painting for longer than a minute made you feel invisible – nonexistent.
- >A feeling you hated to let go, but had to eventually.
- >How a painting was able to do that was a mystery.
- >The staircase hugged against the wall in proximity to your room.
- >Any closer and you could probably touch it if you reached out from your door.
- >You heard your father’s voice echo in your head.
- >Moments later, you barreled down the stairs.
- >Your heavy footsteps clamored in your ears all the way down, until you set foot on the bottom.
- ---
- >The staircase branched off into a corner that led into several areas of the house.
- >In essence, it was a general hub for the bottom floor, connecting the kitchen and living room to the rest of the house.
- >Pictures of the past littered across the flowing ethereal ocean of blue.
- >Heading through the dining room was the fastest way into the living room.
- >You headed off to the left, scooting around the long, rectangular dining table.
- >Bodacious as it was, the dining room was likely the fanciest room in the house.
- >A chandelier constructed of gold and crystals hung idly from the ceiling.
- >Several hutches kissed the wall, filled with fine china.
- >They loved entertaining guests.
- >Finally, you had arrived in the grand hall – the living room.
- >Several columns rose to the ceiling in the corners of the room.
- >Dark wooded furniture covered the grounds – ranging from recliners, to the luxurious leather couch that overlooked the granite fireplace.
- >Dash and your mom conversed on the couch, but they were too quiet to make out anything other than a select few words.
- >Your father was tending to the fireplace, lighting a log within.
- >It crackled and flared with intensity before he stood, glancing back at you with a peculiar smile.
- > “It took you long enough! Come, Anon, have a seat!”
- >Dash glanced back, waving at you. “Yeah, seriously. Get over here.”
- >You practically vaulted over the back of the couch, crashing right next to Dash.
- >Here we go.
- > “Great! Now that we’re all here, I have an announcement to make.”
- > “We’re going on a vacation!”
- ---
- >As by instinct, you and Dash collectively exclaimed, “Awesome!”
- >She turned to you, grinning tremendously, and punched you straight in the shoulder.
- >Your arm went numb – she was in fact a girl, but her arm could pierce steel plating.
- > “Did you hear that, Anon?”
- ”Yeah, I heard it!”
- >Your own smile crept across your lips.
- >Excitement poured over the numbness it your arm.
- >It was your mind over matter, right.
- >Vacation…a phrase uttered during a few spare times in your life.
- > “I bet it’s going to be somewhere really cool!”
- ”Where do you think we’re going?”
- >Excitement flowed feverishly through your veins.
- >You found yourself staring at your father, and you could only assume Dash did the same.
- >Seemingly, infinite possibilities bounced around in your head.
- > Your father tugged on the collar of his shirt, grinning.
- > “I guess you two will have to just find out! I’m going to have to ask you both to pack warm clothing, and a lot of it!”
- >His laughter was heartwarming.
- >Dash visibly twitched a little.
- > “You’re not going to tell us?”
- >She sighed loudly, twiddling her fingers together.
- > Your mother’s hand settled on Dash’s shoulder, and her compassionate voice followed soon after.
- > “You will love it, Rainbow. The location pertains to both of your interests, and I know time away from the city will definitely be a blessing. Trust us on this, I implore you.”
- >A place where both you and Dash would enjoy sounds promising.
- >Your father piped in, “Exactly! Now go upstairs and get packing, you two. Your mother and I have to get everything else ready. We’ll be gone for about an hour or two.”
- >You stood up straight after Dash.
- > “Fine. C’mon Anon, let’s get packing.”
- >She turned to you, grinning, before she pushed you forward.
- >A glance back confirmed your mom and dad heading for the front door, holding hands.
- >Wall obstructed your view as Dash pushed you through the dining room, and towards the grand staircase.
- ---
- >You caught your breath.
- >Coffee stained your old, white shirt.
- >A hard shatter cracked through your mind.
- >You probably dropped the cup on your way up the stairs.
- >The inside of your house was dark, and gloomy; undoubtedly, your parents were sleeping.
- >Her hand lifted away from your back – she was gone.
- >You choked back a sob, grasping at the memory previously vivid in your mind.
- >Images faded away from your mind, leaving you to darkness.
- > “It didn’t have to end like this”
- > She was everything to you, and it all ended with your mistake.
- > “You killed her”
- >Tears welled in your eyes.
- >Her door remained at the top of the stairs.
- >Sweat dripped off your weary body as you struggled to climb the steps.
- >Breathing pained your chest with every breath, as if knives penetrated your soul.
- >You clasped the cold brass knob, and turned inward.
- >The door swung inward without as much of a hitch.
- >Darkness swirled in your eyes as you made out the remnants of her life.
- >The bed made as perfect as she was.
- >A fresh pair of clothing tucked neatly atop her dresser.
- >Complete harmonious retribution of your actions.
- >Tears fell freely from your swollen eyes.
- >You ran your fingers through the soft sheets of her bed.
- >The film flickered to life, flaring brilliantly in the tenebrous shadow in your mind.
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