The Untraceable

Chapter 17: The Untraceable

 

 

 

 

           

 

            He woke to April showers on a Sunday morning. Feeling empty lying there, the sun piercing narrow through the curtain. Strolling through the hallway and around, he felt great; rejuvenated. Every second was like he was more excited for times better than his recent weekend. He got up and the weight of his body felt like so much. He was still slender, but it was just there. Ignoring this notion, he went to bathe. He did so as slowly as possibly. He likely knew it had nothing to do with today, most likely anyway. Shooting Jamie a return text finally, he asked what happened and what he was doing. After that he was super bored. Choosing to mow the lawn since it seemed about the time spring had allowed the grass to return long enough. He went out to the deck and pulled the mower out from underneath. Checked the gas and mashed the primer. Finishing up in about forty-five minutes including the sides, and went back in. Looking at his phone, no messages; Trevor put on some deodorant and a different shirt and pants. He went to find some calm & soothing music on the internet. He loved the compositions he was hearing and it pushed out other thoughts of what was going on. Impending journeys or hardships, aside from schoolwork; that which he didn’t know of, the silence that followed was kind of frightening; not knowing what to do with himself, he got up from the chair and turned to look away. Serenity turned to anxiety. But, still, he got around to picking up three textbooks and got to work. In two hours he’d completed that portion of his work; on to the next thing. He rummaged through his bag until he found what he was looking for. The field trip permission form for English. He knew he could probably go. On top of that, his parents were asleep already. Leaving the note out for him not to forget in the morning. The remainder of the night, he sat down, unsure of what to do now, because he wasn’t at all sleepy. It felt good really. “Nothing to worry about and yet accomplished.”

            If anything he was alive and wondering how long it would be till a new fun time, instead of terrifying. No burdens to release him to be avoided. Being there. Staring at the TV or window. Smiling and wriggling in his bedspread. Something ticked. The wall creaking, maybe? He couldn’t quite make out if he was hearing or feeling a vibration. Minutes passed and he swore he could feel something, no longer hearing a thing. Not beneath or above, but from around. In two or three different directions, he was shocked no one in the area was bothered by it. Of course, he didn’t know that. The tremors shook the window. The rest came from every which way and intensified. The harmony he’d had was destroyed and he felt s****y for a brief moment. His disappointment turned to anguish and he stood. The occurrence violated everything. He could swear his house was about to fall…