Chapter 12

Falling out of the bed he tumbled down to see the room around him twist and turn. Landing on his back he looked at the room in wonder. It was a room he hadn’t seen in years. The room he had when he was still living with his parents.

“I feel like something's missing.” Standing up he stared at the computer screen in wonder at the young youthful face that he had not seen in years. Touching the screen he muttered in wonder, “It’s real.”

Turning away from his computer he turned around his room sucking in the nostalgia after he had gone to college and never returned afterwards.” Haha..It’s good to be home.”

Steeling himself he opened the door to his room expecting a whole new dimension on the other side. Seeing what appeared behind the door his body relaxed letting out a deep breath that he had held in.

Stepping out of the hallway his older sister had also walked out of the room across from his. Seeing his sister a wave of grief clouded into his heart causing tears to drop. Jumping forward he hugged his still sleeping sister.

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“*Sob* *sob* It’s good you're still here,” Hugging his sister had woken her up fully looking at him in shock.

His sister in the future during her senior year of highschool had gotten to know the wrong people that had changed her whole personality. Before graduating from school she had disappeared only to be never found again. After a year she was already presumed dead.

“Da hell's wrong with you,” Twisting out of his grasp she toke a distance before turning back to his tear stained face, “Hey c’mon no more waterworks, mom's gonna think I bullied you again.”

Hearing her talk the grief in his heart changed to happiness. It was the same way his sister had always talked. A arrogant tone that bullied the listener.

“I-It’s just been a while *sniff*,” reaching forward to pull her into another hug she quickly escaped putting more distance between them.

“Da fuck, we had dinner last night,” Pulling away from his teary gaze she put even more distance between them arriving next to the stairway to the first floor of the house, “Mom! I think Mark hit his head!”

“Stop bullying your brother!” Shouting from the first floor of the house a eloquent female voice drifted up, “Breakfast is ready! You still have school today!”

“Mom I’m not joking, Mark came out of his room crying!” Leaning over the railing she looked back down the hall to see Mark laughing while tears were dripping down his face.