I'm sitting by the window watching the rain drizzle down the cold glass. My body is shaking, still, from the nightmare that had awakened me from my restless sleep. I wrap my bed quilt tighter around my body and glance at the digital clock on my nightstand. 5:30 a.m.
'Damn' I sigh 'I'm going to have to be up in half an hour. There's no use trying to go back to sleep…not that I could, anyways.'
Thunder erupts in the murky sky. My heart is moved to sadness and fear once more. I jump down from my perch by the window and bury myself under the covers on my bed.
'The sounds, the thunder and the…they're so similar.'
I feel the sting of tears in my eyes. I squeeze them shut to stop the tears from flowing, but it doesn't work. Instead, I see the beautiful blond shaggy haired boy kneeling on the ground. In the middle of a Falkenberg forest he was where he was stooped. With the most green of all of the grass in the world, and trees that could have only been brought into existence by God himself. The forest was a kind of Eden, untouched and pure.
I opened my eyes and let the tears flow freely. I couldn't bear to see what was to come next…again.
"David…"I whisper into my pillow. "David." My heart felt as heavy as a stone sinking to the very bottom of the deep, dark ocean.
The ocean…David and Holger, his best friend, use to swim in the ocean. David would float on his back to look up at the clouds. His eyes, as blue as the sky and as bright as the sun, were happy, at least at that very moment in time.
Holger would swim near him. His head emerged, every so often, from the water as he shook out his fiery red hair and wiped his hands over his out grown sideburns. He would gasp for air and look for David, to find him floating on his back.
I shrink back from the memories of David and Holger.
'Don't think about it, don't think about it.' I think in vain. It was too late. My mind was already flooded with memories I had tried to repress.
Like David locking himself in the bathroom so he could stare at himself shirtless in the mirror. I smile as I remember his Nintendo tattoo inked on the length of his forearm. After long moments of self-reflection, he would write passionately about his thoughts and what he truly felt deep in his heart in his journal.
I remember the pain and agony he felt about the changing of times. People coming and going. Nothing staying the same forever.
