A typical night in the Wammy Orphanage- with a strange twist,
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His heart broken scream rang out through the entire orphanage. Another nightmare. It seemed as if these 'nightmares' had been occuring more often now and everyone was sick and tired of it.
"Matt! Wake up!" A young kid, say about 13 or 14 with white hair rasped as he shook the screaming boy's shoulder. Matt let out another bloodcurdling wail.
"Matt!" Near spat and this time he smacked Matt across the face which seemed to have some effect. Matt sat up, wiping his red, tear-stained eyes and hiccuped.
"I'm sorry.."
"What's your problem?" Near questioned. "Don't tell me you're still dreaming about-"
"Stop it! Don't say anything!" Matt cut Near off as he shoved him off the bed.
"Fine.. but if you carry on with the stupid screaming and crying in the middle of the night.. Rodger's going to eventually kick you out due to the lack of sleep everyone here is getting." Near sneered, standing up and leaving the room. The crying boy looked down at the ruffled bedsheets and sucked in a quivering breath. No matter how much he tried to keep him off his mind, the same vision flashed in the back of his mind.
A boy who looked no older than 15, running down the sidewalk, drenched from the rain, with a bag in his hands. Another young boy, standing at the step to a giant, medieval looking mansion, screaming.
"Please don't leave! I know how we can work this out! Don't leave me!"
And the 15 year old boy replying.
"This is the last time you'll ever see me Matt. Don't bother trying to find me, because I know you won't."
His bitter words were like bullets through his heart as he fell to his knees sobbing.
"Please!"
No response.
Matt shook his head and crawled off the bed, trying to collect his thoughts. He walked to the bathroom, hoping he could clear his mind by splashing water in his face. He watched the water fill up the sink and dipped his hands in it to test it. Cupping it in both of his palms, he soaked his face and rubbed his eyes. Matt stood up straight and looked at his reflection in the mirror, until he noticed a slight movement. Looking back, he gasped as he recognized the tall silhouette standing in the doorway.
And the familiar face.