"Come on, it'll be so much fun!" Karin told me as she and I walked to her house. "It's based off of a poem too."
"What poem?" I had asked.
"The Epitaph of Twilight."
"Emma Weilants?" Everyone had heard of the poem in our class.
"The very same. Rumor has it that Harald Hoerwick-"
"Don't give me a Soap Opera, Karin."
"Why not? I like those you know."
I sighed as we turned and walked up her driveway.
"Come on, just once!"
It was a fight I couldn't win, so I agreed bitterly. Turned out she already made the character for me. So she had obviously been planning this for awhile.
"Alright, you ready?" She asked.
"Yeah." I rolled my eyes and loaded the game, as the sound of static filled my ears.
"Karin!" I screamed, jerking up.
My head hit something, and I winced as a hiss came from the object.
"Ow..." Tomonari and I whispered at the same time.
We laughed a bit and he sat next to me on the couch. We sat there and talked for awhile. That is, until the door flung open.
"You bitch, what did you do to dad?!" She screamed.
I tried to answer, but Tomonari stood up before I could. But before he could answer, Becca realized what she interrupted and got really quiet.
Tomonari looked at me and went into the kitchen, opened the oven and grabbed something, then brought it out to me.
"Here, I managed to finish making it." He said handing me the plate as he went off to get a fork.
I sighed. Five.
He came back and handed it to me. I smiled gratefully and began to eat. As I did though, something caught in my throat, and I whimpered. The memory was coming back to me, just as the doctors said it would. I just didn't know it would hurt this bad.
I swallowed again, set the plate down and ran upstairs and into my room. Searching through my bags, I managed to find the composition book I was looking for and scribbled down the dream. It really all was coming back now.