Light at the end of the tunnel

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Chapter 1 (v.1) - The strange feeling of change

Submitted: June 26, 2017

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Light at the end of the Tunnel

The starnge feeling of change

 My eyes were closed, I was still. I was being attacked from all sides.

The noise I was hearing in my head, rattled like bells ringing. I couldn’t help my thoughts from getting into my head, and getting stuck there. I knew I had to get up, but it was like I was glued to my own bed.

The smell of bacon frying on the pan, that it had been fried on for the last ten years, travelled up the stairs, through the slits of my room’s closed doors, straight into my nose. That made me not want to get up even more. I didn’t like it, but every morning I had to wake up from it.

I was laying in my bed on my back, staring at the ceiling. The morning sunlight, shone into my room through the slits of my closed curtains, straight in my face.

It felt nice, it was warm, and I slowly started to open my pale eyes.

Every morning I made myself get up, I don’t know why I thought this morning was different. I took the covers off myself and sat up on the edge of my bed. This was pretty much how every morning went for me. I walked across my room, to my desk where my chair was, and took the clothe that I was going to wear off the back of the chair. Even the floor felt warm, as it had been warmed up by the sun, shining in my room.

The white walls, the same cupboard on the left side of the window, opposite my door. The wooden desk, with the computer chair in front. Everything was just the same way I had left it.

 I put my jeans, and my red shirt on. Then I put my socks on, and walked over to my door. As I opened the door, the smell of the frying bacon, became even stronger, but I was used to it.

I walked across the corridor on the second floor, and walked into the bathroom. The smell in the bathroom was just like always, the hair gels, and the conditioners always filled the room with their smell. I walked up to the sink, to brush my teeth, but I couldn’t help, but raise my head and look at my reflection in the mirror. I brushed my teeth, and put the brush back in the container.

 I walked out of the bathroom.

As I was walking down the stars, I saw my mum , standing in front of the gas stove, in her robe. As she heard me approach, she turned around and said.

 ‘’ Morning Kevin.’’ And turned back away.

You couldn’t hear any enthusiasm in her voice, or anything, it was just the same ‘ Morning Kevin’ that it was every morning.

‘’ Morning mum.’’ I answered in the same intonation as always.

 When I got down, I went to the living room, and got my backpack. I carried it with me to the kitchen table and placed it near me. My bowl of cereal was already on the table waiting again, just as it did every morning.

I sat there eating, and I kept glancing over at my mum. As I was eating ,for some reason I kept waiting for that moment where dad would come downstairs, and voices would start raising  within a few minutes. I felt like they couldn’t go a day without criticizing each other.

It had been about 15 minutes already, and the atmosphere in the house was different. It was still calm.

A part of me felt like there was finally a change in this house, but a part of me thought it didn’t feel right. I started to wonder what was up. My mum was quiet, which was not what usually happened.

‘’ Where’s dad?’’ I finally spoke.

My mum took her plate of bacon, and sat down.

‘’ He didn’t come home last night.’’ She said, not sounding concerned, and looking at her plate of bacon, and I had a feeling that she really didn’t know anything.

I can’t say that I wasn’t surprised, even though this didn’t usually happen.

 ‘’ Well, do you know where he is?’’ I asked straight away.

 ‘’I knew something was up, because he didn’t show this morning.’’ I continued.

‘’ I know, I tried calling him, he’s not answering. Maybe he had to stay late at work. I don’t know…….’’ My mum tried to explain why he wasn’t home, but I don’t think she believed it herself.

‘’ Yeah…..’’ I responded. I didn’t know what to say though. My hesitation didn’t even make my mum look up.

‘’Won’t you be late to school?’’ My mum asked, still not looking up, trying to make me talk about something else.

I could tell that she was more bothered about this, than she was making it seem. I looked over at the clock on the wall in front of me.

 ‘’ Yes, I should get going.’’ I still had 10 minutes, but the situation was too awkward, and I did not want to make her talk about it, as I could see it was making her upset, and shut down.

 It shouldn’t have been, but my family was not the stereotypical type.

I grabbed my backpack. As I passed by mum, I gave her a kiss on her cheek. It was kind of like me saying

‘’ Don’t worry, he’ll show.’’ Instead, I didn’t physically say those words, I guess I didn’t really have the guts to.

 I headed towards the door, and as I opened it, my dad was standing in front of me. He looked bad. And when I say bad, I mean bad. His shirt was scruffy, and his forehead had a scar, that I had never seen before. His black hair was dirty, and so was his polished shoes, that were no longer polished. He smelled of alcohol, the smell was strong.

 He usually looked like from a cover of a magazine , a suit and a tie was what he always wore. It was like those clothe were glued to him.

My hand was still touching the doorknob. I started at him, but I didn’t dare to ask him what happened. I started at him for a second. Then he walked in the house, and as I stood there, while walking past me, he tapped me on my left shoulder, not giving me a smile, but raising his lips up, not really showing any emotion. He tried to make it seem like nothing, even though we both knew it wasn’t nothing.

It was like I could see my own facial expression in my head at that moment. I stood there for a few seconds, but in that time, I already heard how my mum exclaim from the distance.

 ‘’ Peter! What happened!’’ She exclaimed in worry.

I walked out of the house.


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