Kapitel 3: Recollection: memories of a broken boy (2)
-6 years later
"Duuuusk! Time for breakfast!"
The curly haired boy jolted from his slumber.
"I'll be right there!
He shouted from his room. He jumped out of bed and sprinted to the bathroom.
"Hm hm hmmm~"
he hummed as he got the toothpaste out the cabinet to his right.
*clink
He swiftly closed the cabinet, his eyes fixated on the mirror which lacked his reflection.
"You ready yet?"
A figure appeared from the corner.
"Yea, almosh" dusk slurred his words, his mouth full with foam.
"…. Dad."
"What's good?" Anthony asked, his gaze glued to the broken lightbulb in the hallway.
"Why can I see you in the mirror but I can't see myself?"
"…well…. You're a little special dusk!"
He said with a bright smile on his face, his attention still on the broken light.
"Finish brushing your teeth and go eat."
Anthony's smile started to fade.
After a bit of time dusk went back to his room, sitting on his bed he wondered
"what does special mean?"
I don't know if the unknown variable wasn't fully functional or if it was trying to show me something since it let me read his thoughts which I can no longer do….
"It's getting worse."
"What do you mean?"
"When he first touched the lightbulb the lightbulb itself broke, I thought it was a coincidence…."
-what are you trying to say?"
"He touched it again and now the whole fucking circuit is out…. I-I don't think this is something…. we can handle."
An argument sparked between Anthony and Samantha, dusk listened with his ear to the door.
"Are you fucking kidding me?! After all this time you wanna just give up on him over a fucking light?!"
"Sam! He doesn't even have a reflection! He doesn't appear on cameras and there's not even documents of his birth, don't you think you should be even a little bit concerned?!"
"He's just a bit special he—
"Special?! A good type of special or a bad type of special? Please tell me which cause I don't have a fucking clue."
"….we can have this conversation later, for now w—
"Hell no! We've pushed this conversation away for 6 years and I think it's time to have it… Sam I understand how you feel but what if the kid isn't even huma—
"So what if he's not human?!"
Sam snapped
"What harm has he ever done?! Who has he hurt?! As far as I'm seeing you're just being fucking paranoid!
"Oh really?"
"Yes, really!"
"…I'm gonna take a jog and clear my head."
"Come back here!" Samantha yelled
"In a bit" Anthony said as he walked out the house.
Dusk' window was wide open, a puddle of tears left by his door, where could he have gone?
-Hours later
"Where's dusk?" Anthony asked as he entered the house.
"He should be in his room." Samantha responded in a cold tone.
"…. Alright."
Anthony slowly creeped to the front of dusk' room.
*knock knock knock
"Hey bud, you awake?"
No response
"You probably heard us earlier and I just wanted to apologize…. Dusk?"
No response
"Hey you in ther-
Anthony swung the door open just to be greeted by an empty room.
[ I don't know what I did but I'm sorry ☻ ]
Written on the wall with crayon and dusk nowhere to be seen.
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