Sometimes, before the lab was destroyed, Chase would sit there and let his mine wonder. What if I was never bionic? He would put himself into the position. He would feel normal, actually normal. Not riddled with guilt and hate from his uncle. He would often get depressed over the thoughts. The thoughts would grab him by the leg, and pull him into the mouth of depression. He hated himself, his own brother made him want to actually want to die. Before he could map out a plan to kill himself, the door would open as if the universe was telling him, No. It would be Leo or Mr. Davenport or Bree, maybe even Tasha and Adam. Adam usually hanged out with his friends he managed to make. Adam struggled with academics and he would struggle with society.
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Today, he was sitting on the couch, in the living room. He expected everyone to be gone, so he let himself cry softly. Men don't cry, but after all I am only a boy. He felt someone sit down, and rub his back. They whispered sweet comments, Bree. He silent cursed at himself for letting Bree see him cry. He murmurs a silent thank you and smiles slightly at his sister, his confident, calm, responsible sister. He wishes he could be like her, but he can't, wishes never come true. He falls into deep sleep.
The Dream.
He is confident; he is calm; he is social; he is like Bree. Adam doesn't insult his height or even anything about his nerdy self.
A school is the distance. His school.
He enters everyone cheers, until a dark figure comes out of the corner. Death.
He bites his lip, trying to stop himself from screaming. Everything happens in slow motion.
Everyone melts, some cry out help. And death taunts him, asking him why he wasn't doing anything.
This is not a dream, he tells himself.
Its a nightmare.
The End Of The Dream.
Chase awakens, completely shaken. He notices a blanket covering him, they must be home. He hopes he didn't scream and wake them up. He hears weeping, he knows who it is; Bree. He enters the elevator leading to the lab, the one he has entered for so long. He notices the outline of his sister, and walks over to join her. Sometimes he would sit with her, smirking because he wasn't sentimental like her. But she saw him cry, there was no point of keeping up the tough man act. Again that was sometimes, he wraps his scrawny arms around her and cries with her. This wasn't going to be a sometimes.