For You Who Do Not Look In The Eye
Chapters 5. The Secret Behind the Door
- Are flashbacks of life being slapped? The scream is similar to ... Could he not have survived either? Is this what death feels like? I'll look for you wherever you are.
"Dad! Daddy!"
Bright light blinding the eyes permeated directly towards the pupil but it did not last long everything became clear. The place was a kind of empty space full of stars and galaxy spots were colorful and glittering. His feet paved and walked as if he stepped on a translucent carpet.
"Hey Amelia baby, are we in heaven or maybe .. hell? I'm sorry I couldn't save you from that mess."
"What are you talking about? This place is quite strange .. "not unable to see his father, but the view of the universe is much more beyond the shadow.
"We're dead, aren't we? The days we've been through are over, too," feeling unsuspecting yet just to make sure she's feeling the whole body. "I think dying is more than I imagined, I mean look at this so beautiful"
"Because of that crazy human you're crazy? Maybe because of alcohol, we are not dead. The key you call 'Master Key' can really open anything?" he is still focused on the extraordinary.
Trying to digest what comes out of his mouth, if this is called a hallucination? Even people with mental disorders must be caught because they cannot speak. How much logic is devolved remains unable to solve the solution.
"Free, I still don't understand."
Vicktor takes the black key from Amelia's hand, whose useless origin may be the family's sole savior. It is a kind of miracle God has given to both of them.
It almost took an hour just to notice the planets roaming over their heads, even being able to see the earth itself.
"We don't have a planetarium this big, do we? Behind this barn?" Amelia wondered, sitting curled up protecting her legs.
- If in thought it was impossible for the warehouse door to be a bridge between galaxies, after all who bothers to build this?
Behind them was only a barn door and in front of them was only a boundless void, sane people would have agreed to turn around again even though assassins were waiting.
Taking a deep breath and exhaling, Vicktor grabbed Amelia's hand and headed straight for the door. However, we must wake up from this beautiful dream, he said.
Their eyes opened wide to prepare if the next attack struck, but it was not as expected because behind the door the glare of light exceeded the bright spotlights was forced to make them close their eyes.
"Welcome," the woman grinned. "I told you not to play around in the barn like this, so your clothes are dirty."
- Smile it ... It's too beautiful ... If this were a dream ... It's too beautiful ....
It wasn't raining at the time, not even a storm, but this man was wet on his cheek full of water, probably so afraid of the woman that it was a warning.
"Who is dad?" he innocently glanced and said without any burden.
The woman walked up to the two of them, her hair was long as leaves in autumn, her eyes were not bright as brown seeds, her body was slender not a model but because she was a career woman.
"Why are you crying like that? Like a child, look at her Amelia just laughed at you."
"A-Anastasia!" not knowing how heavy he was, it was evident that the scream was capable of shaking anyone.
The flashbacks of the life they experienced were really slapping him. No matter how many things come that want it to be true or even a dream of hope it still tortures mentally.
The two of them were taken to a living room overlooking the relieved forest scenery, it was the atmosphere of the morning that had been passed. The woman brews a coffee with three tablespoons of sugar and milk with a little of Amelia's favorite cereal while she herself only sips warm tea water of jasmine flowers.
Facing each other, but the sitting position is somewhat different because it is awkward and alert. Amelia sat on the lap of the father because it was a sofa with one place. I don't know what's on his mind but he feels he's not what he expected.
It is written that in the calendar that it is a warm June but if more closely above the date there is a year that states that this was ten years ago.
"Great weather, right?"
The mirage was so clear that it did not know that this was a reality, as if the light of the sun was only highlighting itself so bright that even darkness was reluctant to touch.
"Why do you see with your sad eyes so? I was so timid, "he smiled again, "let me know something's stuck in your mind."
"Where are you going?" the question was quite strange but he still did not answer, maybe he was wrong to ask so he repeated his words. "Where are you hiding?" it's even more strange.
" ... " his mouth said like a pantomime.
"What's? I didn't hear you."
How many times did Vicktor ask as if the sound did not appear from the esophagus, rather the sound vanished before it reached the ears. In the sense that it was enough to play around in a dream with a heavy heart decided to go from his own home.
"We're both going home - I mean we're going to go out for a while, thanks .. my dear wife."
The tight grip of the originally tenuous Amelia became loud, after hearing the last sentence that father said. After all that time it turned out that he was unconscious with the figure of the Mother, he looked at the face of his father and began to hold back the cry but in reply with a heavy smile.
"Where are you going? The key is on top of the cupboard, rest a little while I'll have dinner ready,"
"No, no-nonsense" the repulsion sentence was not finished, because Amelia tried to step up to him.
- Stop it my son, this is just ... Illusion, do more than this stop ... Stop ... We cannot live only to meet false expectations.
Whatever happens, even if he has to slice his heart, Vicktor can't let false reality enter his life. But had Amelia not been there for him, risking ten years of sitting sweetly enjoying coffee all day would not have been a problem.
Lock immediately put in a keyhole and open the front door of the house slowly but surely, trying not to turn your face. Amelia still wanted to try to hug him.
The feet had already stepped into the light, suddenly from the end of the hall where Anastasya was located started to darken and would try to eliminate them both. Instantly, that beautiful and graceful face turned into a flying skull rapidly approaching.
"Come here!"
Realizing again they are in front of the house, lamenting the key carefully, however still this key is not unique at all.
- What happens in your life will never happen in my life, stay away from the invisible.
A warm killing Eve suddenly came from behind touching Vicktor's shoulder, reflex grabbed his hand and pointed at the knife which turned out to be Angelica's mother. Everyone knows that cruel stares are not just for survival, but the fear of nightmares.
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to, I came to take you guys to dinner together, how about?" panicking speaks very quickly.
He took off his hand and looked down regretfully, smiled at his daughter and opened his mouth, "What do you think Amelia is? Do you want to?"
"Good idea I think, after a tired day I want to play with Angelica!" he hugged her without leaving a feeling, already how far the girl could endure it quietly.
"Since that day, I've been quite vigilant."
Walking watched the two children with apron still attached to his body. "It is only natural for parents to want to protect something precious."
"Thank you very much, for keeping Amelia all this time." her tone came back heavy and sobbed. "Thank you, it doesn't seem like enough."
He didn't answer her words, didn't even refuse. Evidence that he does accept all the burdens that exist in addition to his personal family problems as well as other problems. The world is full of miracles and torture.
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