The message played over and over in his mind. It almost felt like he was dreaming, floating around in his own mind. Maybe, he'd traipse near his temporal lobes. He could parade past his pituitary gland and maybe even canter casually around his cerebrum. The feeling that he was in a dream was so strong, he thought he would just snap back into reality in his own bed in his own room at any minute. But for now, he was okay with this.
He began to think of home. Cedric was an only child. His mother was going through a deep depression after his father left to live at wherever he worked. That reminded him, the video had mentioned his dad… whatever… He witnessed his dad leave, but he was only five years old then, a third of his current age. He couldn't remember any details about the fight, but there was a lot of yelling, something about a job. His mom insisted that his dad should stay and take care of his son, but his dad said otherwise. He said something about taking care of his son by going. This didn't really make sense to him, but it didn't matter now.
He supposed that his family was pretty poor. His dad wasn't sending any money and his mom barely worked enough to put food on the table. It didn't matter too much to him anyways. No one else in town gave him any crap because everyone knew what was going on in his home. Everyone knew his dad left. Everyone knew his mom was depressed. Everyone knew they were poor. Everyone in town ignored him as well. They just didn't know how to possibly start talking to the most unfortunate kid in town.
Cedric didn't care much about that at all, or at least that's what he told himself. He just said he didn't care about anything to try to hide his true feelings from himself. In truth, he cared so much about what people had to say. He wanted to have a normal conversation with someone for once. He had cried himself to sleep on most occasions the first three years after his dad left.
There was a sudden jerk around him as he snapped out of his trance. He slid across a dull metal floor and hit his head on something else that was metallic, then something cardboard. He quickly looked around. He wasn't in his bed. He wasn't in his room. He was in the back of a moving van.
Oh… right… moving. I guess we're there. After he told his mom about the video message, she became a little anxious. For once Cedric got what he had wished for so many times over the past ten years. She was no longer depressed, but it still wasn't her. She was still a different person, and he supposed that she wouldn't ever be like how she was a decade ago. She had told him to pack up his things and that she would get a moving truck to come for the stuff tomorrow. And here he was now, in the back of that moving truck with all of their crap, some of which had toppled over on top of him. Open boxes and clothes lay scattered around him. He decided he wasn't going to like this place. Then, the door slid open, blinding him with the sudden change of lighting.