Disclaimer: See chapter1.
Dear diary.
2 July 2066
Sounds like everyone is in a good mood today. I got my bags and moved them to the lounge. Remembering my meds I ran back to my room and got them. Just as I zipped my bag closed I felt odd like I knew that something wasn't right. Getting up I went to where the jet was waiting what I found made me turn and run back in the direction I had come from. Once again the lot was at it. Finally I nearly jumped a mile when my father spoke behind me. "John move your stuff to the jet. We're leaving soon."
I took my stuff to the jet and dumped it all on the ground to be packed. The only thing I held back was the player Gordon had given to me. I turned and got into the jet. Finding the last seat at the back of the jet I sat down and waited for whoever to get onboard and fly the jet. I didn't care about anything anymore. Why should I?
I could hear someone walk towards my seat. Not looking up I just mumbled: "Go away whoever you are. I'm here so just fly will you?"
I jumped a bit when someone's arm came over my back and a hand dug itself between my arms and chin forcing me to lift my hand and look up at them. Two green eyes were looking down at me. Understanding and at the same time not happy with my mood I'm displaying. Moving passed me he sat down next to me and buckled himself in and then he lent over me and did the same to me.
I guess he knew why I was upset. The jet began to move and as soon as we were in the air my brother looked at me and said: "Father and I are going with you." I only looked away. I knew Gordon would come with me but father? I thought it would be Virgil. I only hoped that the visit would be quick and that I'll be able to go hide upstairs again.
We ended up staying with an aunt of ours. She had a little girl. My cousin. Not a bad little girl but bad enough that it's best to avoid playing with her too much. I hid myself away for a few moments in the bathroom. Drinking some water and hoping that nothing would happen while we're staying here. I guess I was wrong about hoping. Gordon and my father had some words. Over what I don't know and then my aunt got into the fiery mix.
This isn't a big house and I couldn't hide in the bathroom forever. Walking out and into the kitchen I ended up between the fridge and one of the countertops. I couldn't move forward or to my right. My aunt was on my right in front of the stove making dinner and my father and brother in between. I cursed myself for even coming into the kitchen in the first place. Now I was stuck and had to silently watch them in their yelling match.
When I did get out of my little corner I made coffee and drank mine as fast as I could. Then we had dinner. After which I put my eye drops in my eyes and headed for the first couch I've claimed to sleep on. The house only had two beds, one for my aunt and her husband and the other for their kid. Father is sleeping on the one and Gordon on a mattress on the ground.
I fell asleep before my brother could get to me and give me the 'I'm watching you look'. I woke up quite a few times in the night, I just couldn't settle. Frustrated I got my phone and went online to see if someone was there to talk to. Finding no one to talk to I once again tried to sleep.