This chapter may get a little messed up. I'm sorry…I'm just so sorry. And sorry that it is once again short…I am hoping to update again on Friday night and hopefully that will clean things up a little.
Chapter 12 Dreams of Damage
The dirty metal container shook and rocked from side to side. Most of the boys inside had been sick at least once. They had been there for hours now, some were even managing to drift off to sleep.
The red eyed boy couldn't sleep. He couldn't even sit comfortably thanks to the rough guards. But it wasn't just his discomfort that kept him awake, it was the noise. The sounds of children screaming, shouting for their parents or crying. It was worse than nights at the whore house and for a moment he almost missed it and the corpse that he had left…only for a moment.
They had pulled them out of the trucks and onto a boat he no longer recognized any if the other children; three of the four he had travelled with had not survived the rough groping and beating, they were young and fragile, they were better off dead.
He couldn't stand the other children's whining. Didn't they understand that nobody would come to help them, were they stupid?
A shuffling next to him and a stream of words that he didn't understand caught his attention.
It must have been a boy, they all were, but the long tangled hair and oddly round face said differently. He didn't understand the language the other boy was speaking…it didn't matter he didn't plan on speaking to the boy anyway.
The ship rocked heavily to the side and he heard the sounds of more puking. The long haired boy looked up at him and smiled.
I had a dream about Kai last night.
You know that TV is wrong. In all of their little sitcoms they sell the idea that if you love someone you dream about them every night…they are so wrong. I had never had a dream about Kai until last night.
They say that if you are thinking about something before you go to bed you dream about it. That is a lie too. I know that because I think about Kai every night, I watch him as he lye's in his bed, I watch his empty bed when he is running around with the neighbours. All I think about is Kai and I never had a dream about him until last night.
Maybe it is the atmosphere in the house. My father is a wreck now and my mother is all buddy buddy with Kai. It is like a role reversal…only she's not having sex with Kai…I hope…I really hope.
In my dream I was covered in dead foetuses: they slid about me their tiny mouths open and breathing, blowing small bubbles in afterbirth and blood. I was trying to stand up but I kept on slipping over and over again killing another baby every time.
I the background I could hear my mother screaming. 'You're killing my babies' she screamed, 'You're killing my babies!'
I couldn't tell if I was crying or laughing because in this dream they felt the same.
My father wore a crown of dries thorns his head and cried blood. He refused to answer when I called him for help. He didn't even look at me.
When Kai came all of the screams stopped. He ripped the babies off me crushing their tiny heads in his fists and letting their tiny brains drip off of his fingers. I should have been happy that they were gone…but it felt like my heart had been ripped out.
He slapped my hysterical mother and kicked my father off the thrown taking it for himself. Oddly when he did this my mother ran towards him and started whispering in his ear.
I sat on the floor and watched him, his face was so pale and brighter than the sun. my mother laughed and he just stared sitting in his bloody thrown atop a pile of corpses.
He just stared and he didn't care.
I don't know if it was a nightmare or not. I didn't wake up in a cold sweat, there was no dread in the pit of my stomach if anything I just felt strangely empty.
I felt strange for the rest of the day. It made me moody. I even shouted at my mum, she had glared at me but said nothing he attention had been distracted by the entrance of my dejected father.
It was like I was living in the back ground of my own life. No one has time to pay attention to me anymore they are all too caught up in their little vendetta's.
I don't know how long the tension in the house will last. I am so worried that someone will crack.
"What have you done to my mother?" I asked Kai that night as I watched him change.
"What do you mean?" he asked his voice as empty as ever.
"She's not acting like herself."
"Then who is she acting like?"
"Someone meaner, someone colder…she is acting more like someone like you."
"I didn't realise that you started this conversation to insult me."
"Don't act like I've hurt your feelings, you don't have any. You have done something to my mother…and what did you do to Tyson and his aunt?"
"Your mother is acting the same as she always did, it's you who is acting different."
"Like you?"
"You are acting like your father."
I could have killed him. But why, did I really dislike my father that much? And why when I was around Kai did I always think of murder.
"Kai why don't you charge me?"
"Go to bed Tala."