48 Nostalgic Nightmare (1/2)
”Which is the true nightmare, the horrific dream that you have in your sleep or the dissatisfied reality that awaits you when you awake?”
-Justin Alcala
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They are both talking in an eerie way. No matter how I called out to one of them, I can't seem to get their attention. And there's this kind of unseen force that won't make me approach them, as if I lost control of my own feet and of my body. I just stood from a distance seeing them talk as if, they knew each other for a while now.
”Mother, Father, This is Shiro, Big brother Jaiden's new sister!” My sister, Jean, spoke with her usual mischievous-toned voice.
Then out of the thick mist, came two personas that I never expected to see standing again. My deceased father and mother, in a very healthy and young rejuvenated demeanor with clothes also the same as that of what they wore when they were killed.
”Oh, I see. What a beautiful child, right?” My father, as he approached Shiro also began to utter words under the same noble voice he always had.
”I agree with you. Welcome to the family, miss Shiro” Mother also joined the conversation with a pure smile and unselfish gestures the same as ever.
What is this? Mother. Father. Why are you here? Jean? My mind is still unable to comprehend what is happening right in front of me.
”Oh, so you're here my son!” Father looked in my direction. I can't seem to find any words to say, and my mouth is somewhat holding back. I just continued to drown myself in overly sensitive thoughts... R-right. I should just greet them with a simple 'Hello'.
”Hell-” Yet, I was interrupted. Father was not referring to me, he was referring it to his 'other' son.
A voice, so familiar came from behind me. A voice of a madman that I hastily recognized, to be... my brother's.
”Yes. Father. I'm here” he said, suddenly appearing in my back, interrupting my supposed impromptu greeting while ignoring me, like I am not there at that time. He then approached Shiro while wearing his favorite cloth of fine linen with a family crest on his collar, signifying his great influence as the 'next heir' of the aristocracy. His facade is the complete opposite of what he showed to me that night of his derangement. In this mode of his, he really is the brother and the heir that everyone looks up to.
Yet, I am unable to say or do anything. I still stood from afar while watching Shiro being surrounded and groomed by them. It is a picture of a family's perfect picnic, so to say.
Yet, in that perfect and soothing picnic imagery, something sinister is hidden beneath. I don't know why, but I'm feeling it. The blatant eerie and creepiness of the panorama.
And then, something went back on my bewildered mind...The basilisk which was dawdling on the giant tree's branches a moment ago. I then looked up to see where it went, but it's gone. Where is it?
And then, came the unprecedented gunshots...
”BANG! BANG! BANG!” As bullets escaped from the mouth of a gun, came loud noises in a consecutive suite. Noises, that ripped my entire family from their existence. Sounds, that had become the trademark of the murderer, some sort of desperate shouts for the prejudice.
”HELP!”