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What was That Dream?! And What has Happened in the Past Year!?
0 reviewsAfter waking up and finally getting to her father's house, Kimber's in for a big surprise...
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Kimber’s eyes popped open suddenly and she sat up, wincing as her neck popped uncomfortably from the odd position that she’d been sleeping in. She looked around her and saw that her father’s car was outside of a gas station, the sun had set and she had no idea how close to her father’s house they were. She looked out of the tinted glass windows and saw that her father and his driver were coming towards the car. Without thinking, she laid back on the seat, pretending to be asleep.
As her head hit the seat, she noticed the pain in her head and had to bite back a groan. How many times did she hit her head since she had fallen asleep? She didn’t know, nor did she care. Her dream had surprised her. That first city, though not beautiful except for that castle, had been warm, lived in, a place she would definitely want to go back to. A place with a long history of fun, adventure, turmoil and of finding something. And that man that she had seen pass by her in that city of creatures (Goblins her mind seemed to want to scream out) had caused her curiosity to grow even more than it already was.
She suddenly shuddered inwardly at the second city she had seen. Though beautiful beyond comparison, it was cold and lifeless. And the people there, the one’s frozen in place, they all seemed sad. The history of that place seemed so sad, so tragic. She turned around to face the seat so no one could see her eyes open, even though it was way to dark to see anything. The whole dream was odd. It was almost like, it was alive, but it wasn’t. At least, it couldn’t be in this world. She wondered where that place had been. It seemed familiar, but she didn’t know why. Like she had heard about it or read about it somewhere, but she didn’t know why.
She closed her eyes again, hoping to get a few more minutes of sleep when all of a sudden the car stopped. She didn’t move, still wanting to pretend to be asleep, until her father shook her roughly. “Sweetie, were here.” She inwardly groaned and sat up, refusing to look at her father or his driver. She’d have the next three weeks to see them. As soon as the door opened, she got out and went to the trunk, eager to get her bag before one of her father’s servants got it. She could carry her own stuff after all, she didn’t need others to do it for her.
Kimber grabbed her bag and headed up the staircase past the servant who would’ve gotten her things and looked up at the mansion. It was just as big as ever but it had no color or anything to liven it up. When she entered into the house, the drab grays, whites and blacks physically hurt her eyes and caused her to cringe. There was no way that someone was actually this against art that they’d do everything in their power to get rid of any traces of it in their house.
“Reese! I’m glad to see that you’re home. I was worried…Kimberly…” Kimber actually groaned quietly and turned to watch as a tall, statuesque woman walked down the stairs in a black dress, her blonde hair done up in a tight, coiled bun. Her eyes were cold as she stared down at her and she couldn’t help but scowl back. She had never liked Morgan. In fact, she was the one person in the world that she downright hated to the core (she loved her father somewhere deep in the recesses of her heart, but she never really acknowledged those feelings).
“Nice to see you too Morgan. Dad, I’m going to bed. Am I in the same room as last time?” she couldn’t help but snap in annoyance and she saw him nod, noticing with some grim satisfaction the pain on his face at her tone of voice. She walked past him and up the stairs, turning her normally impassive face when she was at her father’s house, into a full blown scowl as she looked at Morgan. She saw her recoil a little from the intensity of her stare and she smiled darkly, making sure that Morgan knew that, as much as she was going to make her life hell the next three weeks, she too was going to return the favor.
The rest of the trip to her room was uneventful, she following the route to her room without really thinking much of it. There were times that Kimber loved her photographic memory, and being here at this house was one of those times. She did notice how silent the house was and she wondered as to why until she saw her younger half-brother walking through the hall with a servant. Then she understood. Her father used to tell her this when she was younger and she could see the small boy getting brain-washed now too.
Smiling a little bit, she decided to annoy the ever-loving shit out of him and walked up, stating in a loud, booming voice that she was sure carried throughout the house, “Hey there Eric! How are you doing?” The servant jumped suddenly at her voice, and she saw her younger brother turn around to look at her, not expecting the glare on his face as he stared. Just last year he would smile and rush over to her side, pretending to not want to be a kid for a little bit.
“Miss Kimberly! I -”
“It’s Kimber. That’s what it says on my birth certificate after all…” So caught up in Eric’s facial features, she failed to recognize the noises behind her and almost jumped when she felt a cool hand on her shoulder apply pressure slightly. She turned her head and saw Morgan staring at her.
“Eric, say hello to your older sister. It’s rude to just stare.” Kimber stared at the woman’s face and then it hit her as to why Eric was now like this. Morgan was slowly brain-washing him also.
“Hello Kim. Do you need me for anything?” She shook her head, still staring at Morgan when she suddenly grabbed the petite wrist in her hand and wrenched it away from her shoulder.
“No Eric, I’m fine…just wanted to say hi. And, Morgan, don’t ever touch me.” She had began the conversation, staring at Eric and smiling slightly as she squeezed Morgan’s wrist in her grip as tightly as she could, and ended it by glaring up at Morgan with cold eyes before releasing her wrist and watching as her face scrunched up in barely concealed pain. She walked away from everyone at that point and finished walking to her room which was the furthest room in the left side of the house, away from everyone else’s. She leaned against her door and sighed as she stroked the bright painted green door. This was going to be a long summer.
As her head hit the seat, she noticed the pain in her head and had to bite back a groan. How many times did she hit her head since she had fallen asleep? She didn’t know, nor did she care. Her dream had surprised her. That first city, though not beautiful except for that castle, had been warm, lived in, a place she would definitely want to go back to. A place with a long history of fun, adventure, turmoil and of finding something. And that man that she had seen pass by her in that city of creatures (Goblins her mind seemed to want to scream out) had caused her curiosity to grow even more than it already was.
She suddenly shuddered inwardly at the second city she had seen. Though beautiful beyond comparison, it was cold and lifeless. And the people there, the one’s frozen in place, they all seemed sad. The history of that place seemed so sad, so tragic. She turned around to face the seat so no one could see her eyes open, even though it was way to dark to see anything. The whole dream was odd. It was almost like, it was alive, but it wasn’t. At least, it couldn’t be in this world. She wondered where that place had been. It seemed familiar, but she didn’t know why. Like she had heard about it or read about it somewhere, but she didn’t know why.
She closed her eyes again, hoping to get a few more minutes of sleep when all of a sudden the car stopped. She didn’t move, still wanting to pretend to be asleep, until her father shook her roughly. “Sweetie, were here.” She inwardly groaned and sat up, refusing to look at her father or his driver. She’d have the next three weeks to see them. As soon as the door opened, she got out and went to the trunk, eager to get her bag before one of her father’s servants got it. She could carry her own stuff after all, she didn’t need others to do it for her.
Kimber grabbed her bag and headed up the staircase past the servant who would’ve gotten her things and looked up at the mansion. It was just as big as ever but it had no color or anything to liven it up. When she entered into the house, the drab grays, whites and blacks physically hurt her eyes and caused her to cringe. There was no way that someone was actually this against art that they’d do everything in their power to get rid of any traces of it in their house.
“Reese! I’m glad to see that you’re home. I was worried…Kimberly…” Kimber actually groaned quietly and turned to watch as a tall, statuesque woman walked down the stairs in a black dress, her blonde hair done up in a tight, coiled bun. Her eyes were cold as she stared down at her and she couldn’t help but scowl back. She had never liked Morgan. In fact, she was the one person in the world that she downright hated to the core (she loved her father somewhere deep in the recesses of her heart, but she never really acknowledged those feelings).
“Nice to see you too Morgan. Dad, I’m going to bed. Am I in the same room as last time?” she couldn’t help but snap in annoyance and she saw him nod, noticing with some grim satisfaction the pain on his face at her tone of voice. She walked past him and up the stairs, turning her normally impassive face when she was at her father’s house, into a full blown scowl as she looked at Morgan. She saw her recoil a little from the intensity of her stare and she smiled darkly, making sure that Morgan knew that, as much as she was going to make her life hell the next three weeks, she too was going to return the favor.
The rest of the trip to her room was uneventful, she following the route to her room without really thinking much of it. There were times that Kimber loved her photographic memory, and being here at this house was one of those times. She did notice how silent the house was and she wondered as to why until she saw her younger half-brother walking through the hall with a servant. Then she understood. Her father used to tell her this when she was younger and she could see the small boy getting brain-washed now too.
Smiling a little bit, she decided to annoy the ever-loving shit out of him and walked up, stating in a loud, booming voice that she was sure carried throughout the house, “Hey there Eric! How are you doing?” The servant jumped suddenly at her voice, and she saw her younger brother turn around to look at her, not expecting the glare on his face as he stared. Just last year he would smile and rush over to her side, pretending to not want to be a kid for a little bit.
“Miss Kimberly! I -”
“It’s Kimber. That’s what it says on my birth certificate after all…” So caught up in Eric’s facial features, she failed to recognize the noises behind her and almost jumped when she felt a cool hand on her shoulder apply pressure slightly. She turned her head and saw Morgan staring at her.
“Eric, say hello to your older sister. It’s rude to just stare.” Kimber stared at the woman’s face and then it hit her as to why Eric was now like this. Morgan was slowly brain-washing him also.
“Hello Kim. Do you need me for anything?” She shook her head, still staring at Morgan when she suddenly grabbed the petite wrist in her hand and wrenched it away from her shoulder.
“No Eric, I’m fine…just wanted to say hi. And, Morgan, don’t ever touch me.” She had began the conversation, staring at Eric and smiling slightly as she squeezed Morgan’s wrist in her grip as tightly as she could, and ended it by glaring up at Morgan with cold eyes before releasing her wrist and watching as her face scrunched up in barely concealed pain. She walked away from everyone at that point and finished walking to her room which was the furthest room in the left side of the house, away from everyone else’s. She leaned against her door and sighed as she stroked the bright painted green door. This was going to be a long summer.
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