THERE'S AT LEAST, a hundred and twelve days more of summer left in this year, and it was as hot as hell with the sun that wouldn't even shy away for a minute behind the clouds- I bitterly scoffed to that they wasn't a single cloud in that never ending blue sky.

  Apart from the small cloud under a distant field across where I lived, they was practically nothing in existence. As I visualized how I would give anything to see the sky get all cloudy, belching out strong winds, dew or maybe even better rain!

  My head laid flat on my gruffly puffed pillow, my arms at the back of my head, stretched across the pillow, my gaze crowned skyward, inhaling the hot air that blew in through my little imprisoned circle window, it wasn't like I was imprisoned, I could go about voluntarily anywhere, it just felt like I was trapped in this hell.

  I watched as a bead of sweat run down my bicep. It felt like a boiling pool of lava outside, even though when I thought about the boiling heat of lava. Lava couldn't even hold a candle close to the sun, the sun is about five times hotter than the hottest lava on earth.

  I felt like I was losing it with all this magnitude of heat, my brain cells burning crisp and my last sanity leaving me, during every jotted passing hour, in all this dry heat, the scent of my sheets inciting out, it was the scent of smoked meat, which meant either It was my flesh being cooked under this heat or it was always there.

  Rather from counting over and over the only cloud in the sky, I roamed around in the little wooden cottage we lived in, sweaty and agitated I paced around lazily in my tiny room, every ten minutes stretched, pondered and then followed the exact same routine, just like a clock. They was literally nothing else to do here.

  It was the fourteenth hour in the day, I was drowning in this heat, now counting the hours down before Wihlow's return she had promised me she'd show me around this little town we lived in, perhaps it would help me remember more and get familiar with everything, and I'd feel settled finally. I really hoped so, I hated feeling apprehensive, being distant and quiet toward her.

  For the past few days since my awaken all I did was lock myself in this tiny, I rarely got out of it. The first reason, at the top of my list was; my head injury was still coming in and out, causing it to throb and blood to thrash, it felt like the same thousands- miles- per- hour ball bash into my head, I'd feel my eyes roll back in horrid pain, and my sight waver out until it were nothingness.

  Wihlow adviced me to take as much rest as possible, secondly other from feeling like I was superman after a heavy consumption was the after effect, either sometimes intensely full while other times gravely hungry, a wide appetite compared to my usual and alot drowsy or I was sleeping and having blurry blank dreams, or condemning myself, cursing myself; how could I be so selfish, senseless and irresponsible at the same time, living my actual life for a pretentious one, one that lacked meaning and was so tragic and odd.

  What I couldn't understand was how even in that life, the life I carelessly left behind, still managed to amalgamate with my pretentious one. I was staring at the wooden cracked ceiling. How?

  I didn't know if all that heat was the cause of my hallucinations. Ahead of me were the outlines reflected off strangely horizontal away from the light, as if scattering away from it. I paid attention to the sharp shadowy lines, under that folded slowly into layers of a hill. . . a carved tree?

  A sleeping tree, then it transformed into a mountain of shadows, the mountain fell back and started its rebirth, only this time into a boy, I could tell through the structure and shabby hair, within a second he leapt into an adult, the shadow began walking away from the other shadows that seemed to have strings attached to him, he battled walking, once even fell and started crawling gripping his fingers deep into the shadowy pool of land, with the strings getting tighter, but almost reaching to my side of the wall, the dark shadowy strings didn't let him, instead pulled out the top of his skull then everything else, right before his body parts, fled back as well obediently numb.

  It was like a black hole vacuuming them in, dashes of shadowy dust replaced his figure, then drained it forcefully back into the lights, from where I heard a faint screech. And just like that it was gone.

  Alarmed I hurriedly slipped up, sat up straight, bulging at the window as my feet touched the cold wooden floor, sending creak sounds to echo into this room.

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  What the hell did I just see?

  I heard a familiar choked up low noise cut at the left, of the corner behind the rectangle doors of that small rectangle wooden wardrobe. My gaze darted to the corner. I heard wails of crying, and small sobs, I couldn't even imagine why. Or maybe I did know why and from who precisely, by that time but pretending or was it lying to myself seemed to keep me on the edge of peeling my skin out.

  I then heard a distant sound of the door click open, and the sobbing immediately ceased, like a cut out tongue. I was heavily sweating now and I knew it wasn't because of all that heat, but the fear climbing up to my dry throat. I jittery got up to rinse my face, to clear my head, I was so paranoid and edgy.

  My breath seemed to fail me, my chest felt roughened in with winding clouds and tightness, my skin on the other hand was like an open seam to the invasion, inside of me as it felt to be just bleeding out, absorbing them all in then bursting it all out that caused the worse multitude of irritation, my fingers dug into my palms, light seconds away from peeling through my flesh, I scrambled over things to keep my balance and reach the door, with my vision coming in and out, time had gone by since I had a clear drink of that mixture, and I was experiencing its side effects again. Luckily, I managed to shuffle myself into the bathroom, without falling on my face or passing out, because the left side to my abdomen was starting to hurt like hell.

  I stared into a clear bowl of water in the bathroom just about to dip my hand into it, for the sixth time in that hour, as my head felt faint. I kept hearing these low mild voices at the back of my head. Some resounds of the past that only made my head revisit my excruciating head trauma, it ached like hell.

  I stilled leaning over the small metal sink bowl, having an ominous feeling that I'd tip in it any time soon, if I couldn't stable myself.

  I tried to place much more focus to what I was looking at, to help me keep awake, to distract me from this time falling toward my death. I stared close into it as I could see the faint reflection in the water steady clear. I paid attention to the thin bruise on my lower lip. About a thin line, of a much deeper cut at the middle pronouncing it more than it was already, it swelled a darker shade of pink in contrast with the already existing color on it, not at any point do I remember how I got it.

  I wet my lower lip with my tongue, then gently rubbed it. It was then, when I saw a flash of cold deep blue, the hue of the midnight sky, so deep I could hardly see the pupil in that circumstance, they flickered dead still, right there, they just sat, boring into mine; scowling at me, judging me, mocking me. If they could speak they'd be screaming at me, although I already imagined they were.

  ''It's a long way,''

  I heard a voice, pur out of it like the sounds that creep out from wells.

  Alwyn I need to tell you something

  Promissssse. . .promissssse. . . Promisssse. . Me'' It hissed, a distant voice, that structured just like Dad's, strong and confident except this one was bass tone and echoing like a sheet of flexible paper waving in water.

  You'll be strong,

  It's your mother. . .

  And my eyes snapped back to reality. My breathing alittle worser than before, my eyes felt moist, as I felt a stab at my back. Why was I remembering memories I hated to remember, I thought I had buried them so deep in my mind, that I thought my emotion instinct had been set on sleep mode. But no it felt like a yesterday night still trapped in my head. The eyes staring back at me are no longer his eyes but mine.

  I shut them tightly rubbing over and over them with the back of my palm. A cold whispery voice telling. . .

  ' let the past be past,

  let it rest won't you. . .

  Just let these ones go.'

  ''I can't. . . I can't. . .'' I snapped reopening my eyes, to find them staring at a person I never knew, because how could I when I had chosen to act irrationally knowing the consequences and Now didn't know why, I did what I did. That was the idiot I was staring at, the quite visible ghost, or pigment of myself the one that lacked feeling, whose dead, lost and trapped.

  Ironically I felt better. . . physically, but more angry with myself.

  I scoffed bitterly staring at no one but me, I splashed water on my face and watched as the settled reflection was scattered about, a comical blatant gesture, it was such a better representation of who I was a scattered ass who couldn't put his shit together, I caught myself scoffing, even more dragging my hand through my raven- black locks, stupid memories reminded me I was once a golden blonde boy, that resembled his Daddy without fail.

  My hands run down my face squeezing it, enough to shake the stupid memory if possible, my light scrapping fingers relaxing down on my neck, to only get caught up in a tangle around something I hadn't noticed I wore around my neck, as I tangled it and looked at the pendant, which looked like I was wearing a necklace that had. . .

  ''Black glass. '' A voice at the threshold said.

  I must have been too drowned in my own confusion to have heard her come in through the front door and steps in here.

  ''You're finally back.'' I said trying my hardest to sound less faint and weary as I could. Pretending like I was perfectly fine, I didn't want her worrying about me, then canceling my ''sight ~ seeing ''. I Shifted my weight off the sink to balance myself, untangling my fingers from the necklace. She gave it one empathetic nod. And all my mind could think of was 'At last time out of this dizzy hell.'

  ''I'll go wear something, so we can leave. '' I said almost hesitant, as I watched her eyes study my torso.

  Those pale sky blue eyes, I felt sometimes like they were holding back something, not telling me what they were screaming to say. I wondered what the only person I trusted was hiding from me.