Remember Who?

Blonde Haired, Red Eyed Boy

Bro wasn't sure when it started. The strange feeling that he was missing something. The dreams. The image of a blonde boy wearing a pair of round aviator shades which hid scarlet red eyes. Bro didnt remember when it started but it wouldn't go away. And it was started to get worse.

Bro normally slept right through rain storms but since the dreams and images started in his head, he would find himself waking up to the sound of soft footsteps in the apartment and a whimpering voice calling for him. When he'd wake up, there was a heavy feeling on his tongue, there was something he was gonna say but now that he was awake, he couldn't remember.

Maybe it was a name, maybe not. But he wanted to know. It could be the name of the kid that has been haunting him.

But it didn't stop with hearing the kid's voice. Sometimes, he'd hear music coming from the back of the apartment in the empty bedroom. Bro wasn't even sure why there were two bedroom in the apartment. He's always living alone.

Sometimes, outside the apartment, he'd get this feeling like he needed to get something that he didn't like or normal get. At the grocery store, he would make a complete stop in front of the apple juice, instead of the orange crush he normally got.

He'd consider going to see a therapist. People have been calling him crazy since he was in school, maybe they were right. He never was able to make himself to call in for an appointment.

After a while, the whiny voice during storms stopped. He thought things have stopped but not long after they stopped, a slightly deeper voice would come screaming from the empty bedroom. And he'd always be at the door about to open it when he remember, he lived alone.

Bro wasn't sure how much more he could go through before breaking down and finally making an appointment.

It had been nearly two years when he got one answer. He was up on the roof, shadow training with his sword when he completely froze. There was a sharp pain in his chest that made him drop one knee. He eyes stung as he stared down at where his sword was pressed against the roof. Sharp yelling filled his hearing but it sounding much more like a bird. Then he heard it. It was the whimpering voice, slightly different than before but it was still calling for him. And this time he knew the name he wanted to call.

"Dave!"