Author: Corark PM
everyone has a connection...what are yours? Through blood, through friends, through strangers...Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Angst - Chapters: 2 - Words: 779 - Reviews: 1 - Updated: 06-23-12 - Published: 05-20-12 - id: 3024286
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Too be honest...I have no idea if this is the right category.
Long ago, A wise man I knew would always asked me one question that seemed cliche to me.
"Everyone that exist, are connected by tiny threads. No matter who they are, you may know them or you may not. But dear boy, can you tell me why and how these threads are formed? Is it because of relationships or are we linked by blood?" 12 years have passed and do this day...I still don't know the answer. I'm not sure if the old man new either. But from what I do know this, my name being Michael Primas. Offspring of Jack and Mitchelle Primas and In my journey...I'll find that answer.
"Little brother...little brother...wake up! NOW!"
"AHH! what? what's going on? Mit-Mitchell? what do you want? I was sleeping!"
"We're going to be later for school! Daddy is going to be mad if we're late again!"
"I don't care! I'm going back to sleep. leave me alone."
"Then I hope you won't be angry with me for doing this"
Mitchell look at his little brother, then yanks his bed sheets underneath him and off his bed. From the actions, Michael fell from the bed but he never hits the floor. He continued to fall for what seemed like hours until hitting then ground with intensive pain. Michael awoke from his dream. He was surrounded by darkness. The lights casting off from the moon shined upon Michael. He was surrounded by a dark forest with his Fire being dimmed. Standing up from the ground where he landed, he dusts off the dirt of his clothes and climbed back into his hammock.
"Another dream" Michael sighed "...Another dream of him...another fucking dream of him!" Michael grid his teeth.
Sitting up on his Hammock, Michael reached into his pocket, pulling out a picture that was burned around the edges with four people smiling. The faces of two taller people were burned off. Grabbing his an old wooden sheath. he pushes around the crisp firewood. he Tossed in dead grass and a couple pieces bark.
"I'll never forgive you brother...never..."