Chapter ThirteenA Chapter by Cre8nFrmWithnWhat dreams we walkChapter Thirteen Darren dreamed. He stood in a beautiful field of wheat. The land was vast, the sun was blue and the
weather was that of a comforting, Spring day. He’d never been there before, that was for
sure. Never in Darren’s life had he been in any
fields. The country wasn’t his
thing. He hated the outdoors, unless it
was a nearby park or something with the kids.
Nah, he had never been there. He turned in a
complete circle, taking in all of his surroundings. He tried to see if anyone was around but
found no one. This was not going to be a
good dream. He quickly realized he was asleep. He remembered a while back in college, when
one of his female triumphs was into reading palms, tea leaves and even dream
interpretations. She was like his own personal gypsy for three
weeks. He remembered something about
fields and plowing. If things were about
right, he was dreaming of fields for one of two reasons. Either secretly, deep down he was in love
with nature. Or he was in a state of
feeling free and happy. He didn’t think
either one was correct. To think of it,
she wasn’t right about much of anything.
She’d dropped out of college. Overhead, Darren looked out, over the trees. There were dark clouds off in the distance,
like someone was burning leaves. He
decided to check it out because that’s what people did in strange places. He walked forever before arriving at a
farm. Well, it had been a farm. There had been a fire that left the house in
charred ruins. Even the barn was
gone. The place was- A man.
There was a man was lying in front of the house! Darren wasn’t sure if he was alive or dead
but he sure as heck wasn’t moving. He took a few steps closer to see that the
man wore clothing from some other era.
He looked like some sort of peasant, with his funny looking pants and a
long-sleeved tunic. He also wore a wool
vest but it had been torn in a few places.
One place held an awful gash, dead center of the back. Darren walked up to the body, darting his
eyes about to make sure the coast was clear and he wasn’t walking into a
trap. No one seemed to be around. “Hello?”
Darren spoke barely above a whisper.
A low groan was the man’s response.
He sounded weak; he was probably dying from the wound in his back. Around the body, the ground was
disturbed. It looked like several
animals walked around the man but the footsteps told him better. There had been people here; probably the ones
who dished out this sentence. Darren got down on his knees beside the man
and rolled him onto his side. The man
grimaced in pain. He was a handsome
fellow, sorta young-although Darren felt judging a man’s looks was a little on
the ‘wrong’ side. He wasn’t one of those
funny guys. “Hey, you’re gonna be alright”, with his
fatherly, assuring voice. The guy had dark hair, kinda long.. His hair was plastered to his head, where
blood had caked, mixed with soot and dirt.
His face was bruised badly; it looked like his jaw was broken. Someone really roughed him up. “Why?”
He managed to whisper to Darren.
He probably couldn’t see Darren; both of his eyes were swollen
shut. Darren didn’t know but guessed
that he was attacked for food or money.
Although it didn’t appear he had much. “Is there something I can do?” Darren asked.
He hadn’t any medical training and he doubted there was a first aid kit
lying about. Not like he could fix that
stab wound anyway. The man raised his arm, weakly. He pointed across Darren’s chest, towards the house and gave a gurgled
sigh. The man exhaled, his body fell
limp. Darren didn’t need to feel his
pulse to know he’d passed. Gently, showing gentleness that he’d never
shared at home, he laid the man’s head back onto the ground. He stood over him and wondered what his name
was; what his life was all about. Then
what had he done to deserve such a death. Slowly, he turned to face the house. The wood smoldered but was mostly clear. The dying man wanted him to see
something. To his shock, he spotted something lying in
the doorway. It was hard to notice th
shape but there was definitely something in the strange entrance. What was with that thick opening? Darren looked around the area again, just to make
sure he wasn’t being watched. He knew
he’d walked upon something terrible and didn’t want the troublemakers to spot
him and implement their abuse on him too. He sauntered to the opening and gasped. There appeared to be a person, laying
prone. There seemed to be a lump of
something on top of the body. The view
was nightmarish. The skin was charred; most of the flesh was
burned away, displaying blackened bone.
Because it has been completely burned, it didn’t smell. He was afraid to get closer but he had to see
if the dead man had a survivor. He made his way forward, with squinted his
eyes to see through smoke induced tears. He knew the scene was going to be bad; he
braced himself for the worst. The man
wanted him to check- although Darren had a feeling that this person had left the world long before the man out front had. Darren stepped close enough to get a better
view and immediately realized it was the body of a woman. The remaining scraps of her dress had burned
so badly, she looked almost naked. But
she didn’t quite look naked either. Her body was a silhouette of her former
self. She was completely black. If Darren had stepped on her body, she’d have
shattered and spread across the area. It
was a saddening sight and it made his heart feel a deep sorrow. Strands of her remaining hairs fluttered in
the gentle breeze. When they flittered
across the scorched skin, pieces of ash blew away. She was completely burned. He sighed, careful to not inhale any of the
woman’s remains. When he dropped to one knee in the opening of
the home, he discovered the odd shape on the woman’s burned body was a child. It
was a little difficult to tell, since a beam was atop both bodies. The boy seemed no older than seven or
eight? How sad; It made him think of his own children. From the look of it, the boy either died from
the fallen beam above or he had passed out earlier from smoke inhalation. She must have been carrying him- the boy was
lying across the body, directly under the timber. He reached out, to touch the head of the child,
wishing there was a way he could help.
But there was nothing. They were
already dead and away from the pains of this world, wherever this world was. His fingers tenderly touched the body of the
child. With shock, he watched he body
fall away. The shapes crumbled, causing
the lower half of the woman and her son fall into a pile of ash. Stupefied, dazed and dismayed, he gasped and
fell on his butt. The dark flakes fluttered in the following breeze
past him and into the sky and yard.
Darren said nothing as he watched in gloom. He felt lost, like he’d just lost a friend. His heart actually allowed him to feel
empathy for the family. He looked back
at the man’s body. Darren figured the man had the unpleasant
beating then had to watch his family suffer.
He witnessed them crawling to escape the flames, only to be pinned down
and burned to death. There was no way he
could imagine the pain. There was a lot of scuffling around the body
too. While his wife and son burned,
people beat him. Horrible, Darren
thought. Just horrible- “Darren!” Darren jumped to his feet. On the wind, he heard his name. He quickly left the entrance and stood out in
the opening, near the dead man and listened.
The voice was so familiar. Was it
Zen? “God
help me! Darren!” “Zen!”
He shouted without thinking. His
heart began to race and he felt a shiver down his spine. He looked and turned
in all directions, trying to pinpoint her location. She
was calling to him for help and he didn’t know where she was! But he did. Realization becan to surface in his
subconscious mind. He knew he was
dreaming, Darren knew Zenolyn was in the hospital. So how was she calling to him? And why was she calling for help? Was she in pain and no one knew due to the
coma? He had to get home; he needed to get to the
hospital and see how he could help his wife out of her coma. Somehow she was communicating with him and
she needed him. “Zen!
I’m coming!” Darren ran.
He wasn’t sure where he was going but he figured if he ran far enough,
he’d get back to his family. Back to his
wife, so he could help her. She needed
him, was calling for him! As Darren began to feel his legs burn, the
acids causing the muscles to break down and rebuild, he pushed on. He wanted to
stop but didn’t have the energy to put on the brakes. He had to run. Run. His lungs burned, his legs ached and a knot
began to form in the pit of his stomach but he didn’t stop. He chanted to himself to keep motivated. He had to get home. He pushed with everything in him, all along
repeating his prayer. “Please. Please let me help her.” *** When Darren woke, he was on the sofa downstairs. He hazily remembered leaving the kids in his
bed and going to grab a drink. He didn’t
remember going to sleep, but there he was. Groggily, he managed to his feet and shuffled
to the master bedroom. Twice he fought
the urge to retch and managed to hold it off.
He didn’t want the kids to see him in a bad state; he hoped the kids
were still asleep. Wrong. They were in the bathroom, brushing their
teeth. Both of them were fully dressed
and brushing with Darian leading by example.
She was making sure Damon brushed properly, getting their teeth as clean as possible. He watched them, amazed. Since Zen went into the hospital, Darian had
changed. Darian was the one to realize
Zen had fallen. She’d run upstairs and
screamed in Darren’s ears while he’d slept .
When he finally jumped up to ask what was wrong, she was nearly deaf! They ran outside and found his wife laying on
the ground, blood trickling from her nose but looking as though she’d taken a
nap. Only she was beside a ladder He’d
ordered Darian to call 9-1-1 while he tried to revive his wife. Tears fell from his eyes, wishing she’d say
something. She said nothing. He felt as though he’d died inside. Since then, Darian had changed. She was still a smart-mouthed, little brat,
but she was a little less so. It was
like she knew her mommy was in trouble and she needed to be on her best to make
things easier for him. He appreciated
it. He smiled when Darian looked at him via her
reflection. She grinned back, showing a
mouth full of pasty foam. She could be
so perfect when she wanted to. She
looked so much like him but he could see Zen in her eyes. She was truly their child. “Hi Gaggy” Damon said, with his mouth full. “Hey guys, good job.” “Daddy, why did you sleep downstairs?” Darren walked away, “My back was aching. Brush your teeth!” Dang, they saw him. He didn’t feel like explaining to the kids
about falling into a drunken stupor. He
walked into the master bathroom and stood before the mirror. He looked like a bum. His face was pallid; he had stubble that was
about three days old and he needed a haircut.
Zen would never have allowed him to look so frumpy. She always bought their clothes and had him
looking great, even his suits for work.
How would he manage? He sighed and ran his hands through his
hair. He had to keep things together,
for the kids. Somehow he would fare
until Zen recovered and returned home.
There was no doubt; she would be home soon. That’s what he told the kids. He showered, dressed in a pair of pants and
henley shirt then took the back stairs to the kitchen where he knew the kids
waited for him. He fixed a simple
breakfast of scrambled eggs, orange juice and toast. He didn’t cook too much but when he did it
was always scrambled eggs. Thanks to
Darren, the children also ate their eggs with ketchup. Something Zen detested with a passion. He drove them to his mother’s house. He needed to see Zen and didn’t want them
camped out in the sitting room. A
hospital was no place for children to be sitting, unless it was a happy
occasion. Their mother in a coma did not
qualify as a happy occasion. His mom, Doris was more than happy to keep
her grand-children. She loved them
dearly and enjoyed helping out with their schoolwork. She knew Zen’s methods and kept them on track
every time they needed to be placed in her care. It was an honor for her. Darren stood in the doorway when he dropped
the kids off. “Thanks Mom.” “It’s okay baby. You don’t have to thank me.” “I know”, he said while the twins made their
way inside the ranch-styled home. They headed
straight into the living room where Grandpa had already turned on cartoons
until school time. “I really need to see
her before going into the office for a bit.” His mother eyed his attire, “You’re going in,
dressed like that?” “My supervisor knows what’s going on. They don’t expect me to stay, just coordinate
my work that’s been dished out to about four other workers. It’s hard for them to all do what I do in one
day.” Darren tugged on the collar of his shirt and
smiled, “I’m a professional.” His mother gave him a gentle smile and
hug. “You be careful and give Zen our
love, okay?” Darren hugged his mom and walked back to the
car. It was time to see what was going
on. © 2012 Cre8nFrmWithnAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorCre8nFrmWithnKirkwood, MOAboutMy name is Alyssa and I am a Domestic Homeschool Engineer. I like to write, leaving some details to the reader's imagination. I describe but do not wish to over-indulge. Many things are best when l.. more..Writing
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