A/N: My parents aren't taking the Internet away! Yeah for me! I had to pull a few strings here and there, so now I'm out of danger but still on borderline If you want to hear my long story ask me but I won't waste anymore space or time here, so to infinity and beyond! (Sorry my brother and I were watching Toy Story)
~~* Previously: *~~
"Leave me alone. I want to go with them!" He yelled at his father.
"Even if you do leave, I'll find and get you!"
"Not if you don't know where I am!" He kicked his father even harder, but was missing.
"I'll find you somehow!"
"Please take me now!" He yelled at the people. They pulled hard enough and he was free. Flying away.
"Welcome back Dave." One of the men said.
"I hope it will be forever." He told them. "I hope."
~~* Back to the story *~~
Chapter 4: Faded Away
Dave looked around the room. It was pitch black. Seeing nothing interesting looked at the ceiling. He kept thinking about the dream, or memory. Parts of it seemed real, but he obviously knew some parts weren't. Forever. How he did hope it was forever. He saw something move from the corner of his eye quickly. He looked toward the door but didn't see anything.
'Probably a nurse,' he told himself. He sighed. He must have done something very stupid or dangerous for no one to visit him yet. He closed his eyes. A very frightening nightmare had come to him when he had blacked out. He had violently hit his father. Just thinking about it made him shiver. Oh if he really had he was sure he wouldn't have woken up to see the sunrise by the next day. His father had fallen and he was going to do something horrible to him. Dave hated his father when he hit him but Dave would never inflict the same pain back. He saw the same movement in the corner of his eye again. He sat up.
"Is anyone there?"
No answer.
"Hello?" Dave looked around but couldn't see anyone. Dave could feel someone was there. He listened very carefully for any vibration that might indicate anything was in the room. He let go of his breath. He hadn't realized he had been holding it in. He sighed; relieved the room was empty. At that moment a hand went over his mouth and pushed him back. Dave, panic-stricken, began to push at the assailant's hand. His eyes filled with terror. He couldn't breathe.
"Hit me will you!?" Dave realized who he was. All he could do was struggle under his strong arm. Tears started to fall from his eyes. Fear was taking over his judgement. He was completely trapped. His respiration was being completely cut off. He tried to use both hands to remove the hand from his mouth. He tried to mumble something to his father but couldn't.
"What? I can't hear you. Speak louder son." He mocked. He temporarily removed his hand. Dave gasped lovely air.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!" Dave was crying. His father seemed to ease up. The hand went away a little bit more from his face. Dave still had his hands around his father's arm. Dave's grip loosened. "I swear I won't ever think, dream or anything related to me hurting you! Believe me father! Do you believe me?" He saw his father smile. Dave let his hands fall completely. But that turned out to be a mistake.
"Actually Dave, no I don't." His father's hand went for the neck. Dave never saw it coming. He lifted Dave up against the wall.
"Don't kill me dad." Dave choked out. His dad slammed him against the wall. Dave's face started to turn red. All his precious oxygen was now gone. His fear had used it all up. "Please let me go." That could barely come out of his mouth. His father dragged him off the bed, still strangling him. He slowly lifted him so Dave was as far up as he could put him. Dave felt unconsciousness near. Dave began to hit the wall with his fist in hope someone heard him. He began to kick at his father. He managed to barely scrap him with his shoe.
"You little-" His father exclaimed. He tightened his grip. "It's not smart to give a reason for someone to hurt you." Dave spat at his father but, sadly, missed. His father banged him harder on the wall. Dave's kicking started to die down. The punching got weaker.
"help me..." Dave softly and sluggishly called out. The kicking stopped altogether. Dave punched one, two more times before he had no more strength. His eyes were closing and his eyesight was darkening. His dad just let him fall. Dave's eyes were failing him, but he managed to see his dad walk out of the room before everything faded away.
It's not the end yet. Tell me what you think. So sorry it took so long. The next chapter should be up sooner.
~~* Previously: *~~
"Leave me alone. I want to go with them!" He yelled at his father.
"Even if you do leave, I'll find and get you!"
"Not if you don't know where I am!" He kicked his father even harder, but was missing.
"I'll find you somehow!"
"Please take me now!" He yelled at the people. They pulled hard enough and he was free. Flying away.
"Welcome back Dave." One of the men said.
"I hope it will be forever." He told them. "I hope."
~~* Back to the story *~~
Chapter 4: Faded Away
Dave looked around the room. It was pitch black. Seeing nothing interesting looked at the ceiling. He kept thinking about the dream, or memory. Parts of it seemed real, but he obviously knew some parts weren't. Forever. How he did hope it was forever. He saw something move from the corner of his eye quickly. He looked toward the door but didn't see anything.
'Probably a nurse,' he told himself. He sighed. He must have done something very stupid or dangerous for no one to visit him yet. He closed his eyes. A very frightening nightmare had come to him when he had blacked out. He had violently hit his father. Just thinking about it made him shiver. Oh if he really had he was sure he wouldn't have woken up to see the sunrise by the next day. His father had fallen and he was going to do something horrible to him. Dave hated his father when he hit him but Dave would never inflict the same pain back. He saw the same movement in the corner of his eye again. He sat up.
"Is anyone there?"
No answer.
"Hello?" Dave looked around but couldn't see anyone. Dave could feel someone was there. He listened very carefully for any vibration that might indicate anything was in the room. He let go of his breath. He hadn't realized he had been holding it in. He sighed; relieved the room was empty. At that moment a hand went over his mouth and pushed him back. Dave, panic-stricken, began to push at the assailant's hand. His eyes filled with terror. He couldn't breathe.
"Hit me will you!?" Dave realized who he was. All he could do was struggle under his strong arm. Tears started to fall from his eyes. Fear was taking over his judgement. He was completely trapped. His respiration was being completely cut off. He tried to use both hands to remove the hand from his mouth. He tried to mumble something to his father but couldn't.
"What? I can't hear you. Speak louder son." He mocked. He temporarily removed his hand. Dave gasped lovely air.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!" Dave was crying. His father seemed to ease up. The hand went away a little bit more from his face. Dave still had his hands around his father's arm. Dave's grip loosened. "I swear I won't ever think, dream or anything related to me hurting you! Believe me father! Do you believe me?" He saw his father smile. Dave let his hands fall completely. But that turned out to be a mistake.
"Actually Dave, no I don't." His father's hand went for the neck. Dave never saw it coming. He lifted Dave up against the wall.
"Don't kill me dad." Dave choked out. His dad slammed him against the wall. Dave's face started to turn red. All his precious oxygen was now gone. His fear had used it all up. "Please let me go." That could barely come out of his mouth. His father dragged him off the bed, still strangling him. He slowly lifted him so Dave was as far up as he could put him. Dave felt unconsciousness near. Dave began to hit the wall with his fist in hope someone heard him. He began to kick at his father. He managed to barely scrap him with his shoe.
"You little-" His father exclaimed. He tightened his grip. "It's not smart to give a reason for someone to hurt you." Dave spat at his father but, sadly, missed. His father banged him harder on the wall. Dave's kicking started to die down. The punching got weaker.
"help me..." Dave softly and sluggishly called out. The kicking stopped altogether. Dave punched one, two more times before he had no more strength. His eyes were closing and his eyesight was darkening. His dad just let him fall. Dave's eyes were failing him, but he managed to see his dad walk out of the room before everything faded away.
It's not the end yet. Tell me what you think. So sorry it took so long. The next chapter should be up sooner.