Everything is vast in this world. He placed his Cam bag on the swing as he positioned himself beside it. Taking in cool long breaths, his eyes closed. This is how he loved his life, his holiday. The silence. Perfect. He knew the family holiday would be noisy plus who would spend time with the boy believed to have killed his great grandfather for wealth. No one cared. The little sister of his tried to show it but never really did match up. It looked forced. Everything was seamless. He looked at the other end of the swing and saw the Cam bag. He opened it. This was him. The artistic person who loved nothing more than the environment. This camera held memories of when he felt loved. When people atleast cared of him. When he knew he was not alone.
Now they were all fighting for what was written as his on paper. He turned to a daffodil flower and took a snap. It looked pretty. He smiled in wish that his life at least would be similar to this. Six days into the entry of the St Michaels kids but nothing seemed different except for the increased argument between him and his great grandfather and how the environment became noisy was untold of. He snapped another of a rose. Perfect. He looked forth. Blue waters of the pool stared at him. Waves came to his head and he decided to run his fingers in the waters. He walked to it. At first the waves seemed a bit bigger than what a normal person's hand could make. He looked closer for a clearer view. A cute face appeared his eyes closed. His whinny pink lips seemed attractive as his hair blindly followed suit with the motion of waters. The eye line was beautiful as his lashed followed suit. His nose bridge, everything was perfect. He clicked his camera.
"Fuck!!" He stated as he stood. His thoughts were running wild. The boy opened his eyes calm.
"Hey." Nice stated normal as he came from the waters. His body looked pale than usual. His muscle lines were mildly visible hence a cute structure. He had light blue shorts on.
"Hi." Dylan responded as he tended to walk away.
"I knew it wasn't a ghost." Nice said as he sat up on the edge of the pool. His mood was different. He looked at the skies. Peaceful.
"Have you seen me before?" Dylan asked. Had this boy eaves dropped? But ...yeah it wasn't the prohibited floor.
"Yeah. This is generally the fourth or fifth time I'm seeing you." He responded with a smile. The guy seemed purplexed.
"So where did you see me?" He asked with a hint of interest. It was rare for anyone to note on his presence wherever but this one who saw him more than once...
"Day one I saw you there." He pointed at the rails on the rooftop where he stood while checking out the new guys.
"I was asked to move forth but minutes later you walked away then Mick came down I guessed you had an argument but the driver hid the fact of your presence. Two was when I was at your Great grandfather's grave. You were in the second floor I believe. Third I saw your shadow in the third floor same day. Fourth was yesterday when you came to check me out. In my room."
SEVEN HOURS EARLIER.
..."Shit dad I'll call you." Tiw stated as he ran from his room. This was the fifth night and it was already midnight. Nice is in danger.
"Come on kid." A dark shadow stated as the tiny boy walked backwards tears on his face. "Why are you crying?" The voice continued.
"You are not my mommy. I want mommy." He responded as tears clouded his eyes. He blinked to relieve them. They slowly strawled down his cheeks. Then the environment darkened. The shadow flew off leaving traces of who knows what. The boy wiped his tears. He turned only to find his parents tied under a tree. There was light amongest them.
"Ma!?" His voice came but the two didn't seem to listen
"Ma!?" He cried as the land cracked moving far from his parents. He cried calling out loud to no avail. He fell on his knees miserable. Tears kept coming. Looking up he found himself there. At the same area with trees. Then their branches grew trying to catch up to him. He tried running but the trees were alot. Huge and too fierce for a nine year old.
"I told you to come with me." The voice stated as it tried crawling to him.
"Mick!!" Tiw called restlessly at his door. The guy opened with only his pants on. The driver guy was with him.
"What? I'm busy."
"I can see that but my friend is going to die."
"Who? Why? Where?" Mick asked now serious and concerned. He picked his bathrob and walked out.
"I'll sleep here tonight." Dylan stated as he spread up the mattress.
"The heck! Give me some peace boy."
"Your soul stayed for me. Plus I don't want you being away." He responded. Then stood.
" First let me have some water then I'll tell you a Peter pan story before bed." He stated then walked out.
He turned left to right something seemed odd. He looked at the next room to him. The door was open. That was the security meeting room. He walked back in leaving little space at the door.
"What's up?"
"Something isn't right." Dylan stated as he leaned on the door.
"What?"
"Shhhh" he tried silencing him.
"I can't be heard." Madrigal stated aloud. Then two guys passed the place. Seconds later Dylan followed.
"What's his problem again?"
"You won't get it I also don't. Only dad did."
"William?"
"Yeah." Tiw responded as they stood infront of the room.
"This is it." Tiw took a deep breath then the door was opened.
"Tin!" Mick said as the driver guy walked to them. They all rushed in only to find Nice in a foetal position sweating all over. He was crying.
"What do we do?" Mick asked as me walked closer. The boy now looked more than just vulnerable. He seemed to be in pain.
"Nice wake up. We are here for you. Wake up." Tiw's voice came. He shook him till he was awake pacing his breaths. Nice swarm swiftly into Tiw's arms. He wished Daddy was here. Moments later he was calm.
"Lock the door." Mick stated looking at Tin who headed towards it.
"Any way to help you go back to sleep?" Mick asked looking sincere.
"None. I'll just wait for the sunrise. Can I use the rooftop?" Nice responded.
"But it's..."
"No need. On the fifth night it's either he sleeps and has nightmares or he waits for the sunrise with a spirit. At least he slept a little so no spirits today." Tiw stated. Everyone looked at him purplexed.
"And I thought Dylan had nuts missing." Mick stated laughing.
"It isn't a joke." Tin uttered.
"Okay okay. You'll use the rooftop as you wait for sunrise. It's usually romantic up there."
"Okay." Tiw stated happily.
"You talked something about Dylan being insane can I have that in detail?" Nice asked in a fluently slow pleading manner. Maybe. Just maybe that was the person the spirit was onto.
"No. It's nothing. Just a secret." Mick responded as he pulled Tin out.
"Tiw what you saw is our secret." He stated pulling and closing the door.
"What did you see?"
"They were making out." Tiw stated happy.
"It was a darn secret." Nice responded as he stood from his bed.
"Maybe." He responded scratching the back of his head.
"Man all the sweating, I stink." Nice stated sniffing his armpits as he walked into the bathroom.