Post by scott on Sept 25, 2009 21:27:41 GMT -8
Go towards the light.
Forever, Scott would be able to recall a blinding, white light-- It was the brightness that most people only heard stories about from those that stepped a fine line close to death. Scott could remember warmth, and something so gentle that all he wanted to do was sleep peacefully in it. Then, he was tugged back harshly, as if some sort of electric pulse had seized him and thrust him into a cold black instead. A cold, confused black. For him, it didn't last forever, in fact, black was the last thing that Scott saw after it all took place.
"So, when are you coming back?" Every day the two of them hung out and every day it was only them. He understood the other male to be his brother. Whether he was older or younger, he didn't know, but it didn't matter either. It simply never occurred to him, and he repeated a question he'd asked in the past, and threw a basketball towards him and Scott willingly caught it in his hands dribbled and threw it towards the net.
"I don't know." He replied nonchalantly and caught the ball as it swooshed through the net and dribbled it down the court, with the dark haired male at his heels. It was a court he was familiar with, cemented and outside, surrounded by a fence and next to the building of their high school. Degrassi. He'd read the sign, but never once walked inside. Before he could say more, however, a girl passed by on the sidewalk and he stopped and frowned. "Who is that?" He asked, confused, and turning his gaze on his brother. Aidan. That was his name.
"That was Marissa." Aidan pointed out, and Scott's habitual response was to lift an eyebrow, ball now held tight in his grasp, but stalling the game.
"Was?" He inquired, and took a step closer, just watching as the brunette walked past them.
"Yeah, she's different now." Aidan explained, and Scott nodded, as if he understood perfectly.
"Do I know her?" The boy asked; everything that came from his mouth sounded absolutely innocent. He was completely dependent on his brother's answers. It was important for him to hear what he knew of the world, because lately, Scott wasn't sure of anything. The question forced a look of contemplation on the darker-skinned boy, however and he slowly shook his head. Instead of replying, however, his mouth twisted into a grin and he reached over and knocked the ball out of his hands and took off with it.
"Catch me if you can!"
The two ran into a house, their shoes pounding as they ran. No one was ever out to stop them or to get in their way, and as they reached the doorway, he could smell something baking and slowly followed the scent to the kitchen where a blonde woman stood near a stove. Immediately, she turned to Scott and crossed her arms over her chest. "You aren't supposed to be here," She reminded him pointedly.
"But Emma," Aidan frowned, but her look shut him up and he addressed Scott. "We have to leave now, Scott. We can't stay here. It doesn't belong to you. It belongs to someone else" Scott didn't understand, that was until he saw a man walk in, a man that wrapped his arms around the woman and kissed her.
"I don't like him..." He muttered, and Aidan only nodded.
"No one does." He assured, and Scott felt his hand rest on his shoulder to lead him away from the strange household. "Come on, we need to leave." They were there for only a few minutes before Scott started to flee again, out the front steps and to a sidewalk where a man sat and played his guitar. The case was open for money and Scott stopped and reached into his pocket for change and tossed it in. He felt like that man should be in the house, not on the side walk like that.
"I like your guitar," He said and reached out to touch it, only to be met with a smile from the stranger. Then, much to his surprise, he stood and handed it out to him.
"Then it's yours."
"Oh, thank you." Scott nodded and held it tight to his body. When he looked at his brother, a grin spread across his face. "Look what I've got!" They were like children really. Nothing moved like reality moved. It was slower and softer; almost cryptic. Cringing, the sun suddenly was shining too bright for Scott to keep his eyes open. Whimpering, he covered his head. "It's happening again."
"You have to leave, Scott. Open your eyes."
And he did. Florescent lights burned into his eyes and the second they opened, they were forced closed again. He didn't want to open them! He wanted to close them, and go back. The pair had never finished their game! There was so much left unsaid and so much that he didn't understand. Scott cringed, and whimpered before his eyes opened up again. There was a light above him, but quickly, his eyes started to adjust. The room was so white, but not at all a contrast to the cleanliness of the world he'd been in for as long as he could remember. The truth was, Scott knew nothing other than those coma based dreams. They were strange, jumbled, but had a constant set of characters that weaved in and out of the storyline. They were his friends, some, enemies other and Aidan was always there to guide him through it and to help him when he was confused.
"--Aidan?" He swallowed, and looked around to see no one with him. He was in a hospital-- Of that, he recognized. Frowning, a panic surged through him. "Help!" The boy struggled with his sheets, and looked around with fear. What had happened to him? He couldn't remember the twisted metal or the car wreck that landed him here in the first place. He couldn't even recall who was in the car with him. All that he knew for sure was that he woke up in this strange place with no knowledge of what was happening. "Someone, please! I don't belong here!"
Forever, Scott would be able to recall a blinding, white light-- It was the brightness that most people only heard stories about from those that stepped a fine line close to death. Scott could remember warmth, and something so gentle that all he wanted to do was sleep peacefully in it. Then, he was tugged back harshly, as if some sort of electric pulse had seized him and thrust him into a cold black instead. A cold, confused black. For him, it didn't last forever, in fact, black was the last thing that Scott saw after it all took place.
"So, when are you coming back?" Every day the two of them hung out and every day it was only them. He understood the other male to be his brother. Whether he was older or younger, he didn't know, but it didn't matter either. It simply never occurred to him, and he repeated a question he'd asked in the past, and threw a basketball towards him and Scott willingly caught it in his hands dribbled and threw it towards the net.
"I don't know." He replied nonchalantly and caught the ball as it swooshed through the net and dribbled it down the court, with the dark haired male at his heels. It was a court he was familiar with, cemented and outside, surrounded by a fence and next to the building of their high school. Degrassi. He'd read the sign, but never once walked inside. Before he could say more, however, a girl passed by on the sidewalk and he stopped and frowned. "Who is that?" He asked, confused, and turning his gaze on his brother. Aidan. That was his name.
"That was Marissa." Aidan pointed out, and Scott's habitual response was to lift an eyebrow, ball now held tight in his grasp, but stalling the game.
"Was?" He inquired, and took a step closer, just watching as the brunette walked past them.
"Yeah, she's different now." Aidan explained, and Scott nodded, as if he understood perfectly.
"Do I know her?" The boy asked; everything that came from his mouth sounded absolutely innocent. He was completely dependent on his brother's answers. It was important for him to hear what he knew of the world, because lately, Scott wasn't sure of anything. The question forced a look of contemplation on the darker-skinned boy, however and he slowly shook his head. Instead of replying, however, his mouth twisted into a grin and he reached over and knocked the ball out of his hands and took off with it.
"Catch me if you can!"
The two ran into a house, their shoes pounding as they ran. No one was ever out to stop them or to get in their way, and as they reached the doorway, he could smell something baking and slowly followed the scent to the kitchen where a blonde woman stood near a stove. Immediately, she turned to Scott and crossed her arms over her chest. "You aren't supposed to be here," She reminded him pointedly.
"But Emma," Aidan frowned, but her look shut him up and he addressed Scott. "We have to leave now, Scott. We can't stay here. It doesn't belong to you. It belongs to someone else" Scott didn't understand, that was until he saw a man walk in, a man that wrapped his arms around the woman and kissed her.
"I don't like him..." He muttered, and Aidan only nodded.
"No one does." He assured, and Scott felt his hand rest on his shoulder to lead him away from the strange household. "Come on, we need to leave." They were there for only a few minutes before Scott started to flee again, out the front steps and to a sidewalk where a man sat and played his guitar. The case was open for money and Scott stopped and reached into his pocket for change and tossed it in. He felt like that man should be in the house, not on the side walk like that.
"I like your guitar," He said and reached out to touch it, only to be met with a smile from the stranger. Then, much to his surprise, he stood and handed it out to him.
"Then it's yours."
"Oh, thank you." Scott nodded and held it tight to his body. When he looked at his brother, a grin spread across his face. "Look what I've got!" They were like children really. Nothing moved like reality moved. It was slower and softer; almost cryptic. Cringing, the sun suddenly was shining too bright for Scott to keep his eyes open. Whimpering, he covered his head. "It's happening again."
"You have to leave, Scott. Open your eyes."
And he did. Florescent lights burned into his eyes and the second they opened, they were forced closed again. He didn't want to open them! He wanted to close them, and go back. The pair had never finished their game! There was so much left unsaid and so much that he didn't understand. Scott cringed, and whimpered before his eyes opened up again. There was a light above him, but quickly, his eyes started to adjust. The room was so white, but not at all a contrast to the cleanliness of the world he'd been in for as long as he could remember. The truth was, Scott knew nothing other than those coma based dreams. They were strange, jumbled, but had a constant set of characters that weaved in and out of the storyline. They were his friends, some, enemies other and Aidan was always there to guide him through it and to help him when he was confused.
"--Aidan?" He swallowed, and looked around to see no one with him. He was in a hospital-- Of that, he recognized. Frowning, a panic surged through him. "Help!" The boy struggled with his sheets, and looked around with fear. What had happened to him? He couldn't remember the twisted metal or the car wreck that landed him here in the first place. He couldn't even recall who was in the car with him. All that he knew for sure was that he woke up in this strange place with no knowledge of what was happening. "Someone, please! I don't belong here!"
