The Unattainable

Chapter 18: The Unattainable

 

 

 

           

All objects begun to stir. The room was not like that of an earthquake, but rather a forcible shaking of the vicinity. Enduring this for a period, then, an imposing stillness. As if his collectivity had halted the hostility of some disembodied being that spread itself through the air and anything it could attach itself to. He could feel a thickness in the atmosphere and he started to panic. The light was already down and it hadn’t flickered or died down. He took his time getting up. Once again it went off. Looming around. Whipping the window sill and crooning from the braces all over his part of the house cause the legs of the bed and the dresser to vibrate and work its way slightly with a heaviness to the floor. Which seemed like it would indent. Out of this came a biting tone of voice that had no perceivable cognition to be heard. It wasn’t anything but chilling to the core. There was no glimpse of hope in this room, just an incomprehensible shadow enemy or just a frightening force. As he bare himself grim in his astonishment, Trevor was jumped in on by Don in the heat of it. Just as he was grabbed he could seem to pinpoint a nexus of whatever was there, an unnatural mass of discolored matter desperate to manifest itself. Pulled in to Origin. Trevor was getting tempestuous. “What was that?”

            “Some kind of anomaly.” Was the reply he got from a source he couldn’t point. “You don’t know?” he asked squally. “NO, I don’t. I’m sorry. I don’t always know what everything is.” He then fumbled about. “I could’ve handled it!” Trevor shouted. “I just told you.” He snarled. “There wasn’t any time to distinguish whether or not you should have tried to.” Trevor got quiet and hesitant. “You have no idea what it would’ve been so stop kidding yourself.” He said. “Who cares if I would’ve died? You said yourself I will if I don’t finish these b******s anyway.”

            “Just be grateful.”

            “Yeah, well, I don’t need this whole cryptic bullshit anyway. You’re givin’ me nothing.”

            “Just be reactive and observant. Damn.”

            “This is preposterous and I’m unsure of what you’d have me do. Also, this is getting ultra-redundant. You told me that if I took your bargain you would have answers!”

            As snarky as he was being he had a better reason for doing so. He didn’t know what was going on, but as he did he couldn’t defeat anything as of now. Of course, he didn’t know this. “Of course I’m not going to listen to any disagreeable commands.”

            “What happened to the, “I don’t want to die “Trevor” where’d he go?” he said flabbergasted. “He’s gone.” He answered. “Yeah, I think I liked him better.”

            “Well, I hate him.” He hissed antagonistically. Don looked grievous. Like he would kill him and disperse just as fast. Trevor was exasperated in the most shrewd manner. Trevor had some ideas, but it would be a tentative move. “Can I go now?”

            “Yes, get out of here.” Trevor left himself somehow. Back again, non-allowance of time for a reaction caused him to be sort-of furious. He said f**k it and went to bed.  “Uhhhh…” Trevor’s voice crack as he awoke. It was radiantly warm outside. Alarm set in as he realized school had started five something hours ago. He subside when he knew nothing could be done and that he needed to get there somehow. He walked out of his bedroom and looked to the driveway. His mother was gone and his father was nowhere to be found. He resolved that he must find a way to get there. Trev stood in the middle of the room contemplating for a few minutes. Getting a girl he thought was sexy to give him a ride to school. “That’s a lovely thought.” Highly unlikely, though senior year was more non-foreboding than any. He remembered that he was single again now after the events of early winter and he could do just about whatever he wanted within reason. Trevor determined that he might call his classmate from art class. Art was later in the day, and was worth a try.

                Brrrrrng brrrnggg brrrrng brrn.. “Uh, hello, who’s this?” said the other line. “This is Trevor is this Taylor?”

            “Oh, hey, I’m at lunch right now.” He said. “It is lunch right now isn’t it? Is there any way you could get me from my house before the next class starts?” he asked him. “Well, actually, I’m at home. So yeah, I could probably do that.”

            “Really?” Trevor squealed. “Awesome.” He composed himself. “Will you let me know when you’re on the way?”

“Yep, will do.”

           

“Alright, bye.” Trevor was happy. He didn’t like skipping days often or even actually being sick from his school. He crammed a toasted pastry down his gullet and jumped in the shower. Half an hour later he was clean and had a nice style going on with his hair, he finally received a call from Taylor who lived closer to where Michelle did. So he expected some delay. His person of interest pulled up in the nick of time. Not to make the class after lunch, but to make the last class. It would have looked weird walking in to art together anyway.Trevor slid in to the passenger seat and slung his bag off to the side. Strapped in as he always did, Taylor said, “What’s up, dude?”

 

            “Nothing much.” Trev said. “Slept in. Badly.”

            “Right. Right. I had a lot of projects going on with my Mom’s organization.”

            “Oh? What’s that?” Trevor asked. “She manages a collective of journalists, editors, and publishers.” He answered. “Oh, cool. That’s really cool. Actually.”

            “Yeah, she has me look over some of the different magazines and papers. She wanted to know if their titles sound stupid.”

            “Haha! Very interesting.” said Trevor. “Anyway, have you heard this new deathcore album?”

            Trevor searched his brain. He knew he’d heard of the band by that name before. “No, not yet. It any good?” he asked. “Yes. It’s excellence.”

           

He put it on and cranked it. Sure enough, it was great. Trevor beamed as he listened to the mind-numbing ferocity. About five minutes later they were headed down the stretch toward the school. He didn’t want to be late for the one class he was going to. He tapped Taylor on the shoulder. He turned the music down. “Could you go a little faster?” he asked. Taylor nodded his head and turned the volume back up. Flying toward the green light that led toward the road the school was off-of. In a moment’s notice, he slowed down and turned the music off. He slowed down and braked to the side. A major contrast between flooring it like before. “This sucks.” They were being pulled over. Flashing lights, but no siren. For it was the middle of the day. Trev hoped the police wouldn’t come down hard on his friend. The officer walked up on the driver’s side along the road carrying light traffic. Taylor rolled down the car window. “Good afternoon officer.”

            “Good afternoon, young man.” He started sifting his eyes through a notebook. Bad sign. “Do you know how fast you were going?” he asked. “Bout fifty-five.” He responded. “You do know it’s forty-five don’t you?”

            “No sir, the last sign I saw said fifty.”

            “Hmmm…” he fumbled. Crinkling up a piece of paper and putting it in his right-front pocket. “I’ll let it slide this once. But, don’t you… wait, are you going to the school.”

            The cop stared at his friend sternly. “Yeah..” Taylor said. “We were both running an errand for one of our core classes.”

“Alright, well, have a nice day.” He looked like he wanted to get this stop over with. “What a relief.” Trevor thought. “The feeling is mutual.”

 

            They sped off up the road. Blazing with the music on as it was. Apparently sure they wouldn’t be pulled over again. The last class of the day. Luckily, it was a relaxed one, and at that Ashley was in it. He sat down and turned on his school computer. Then logged in. He had already done his last project for the class, but forgot to turn it in. He walked up to his teacher and handed him the papers. His teacher just nodded his head and he walked back to sit down.  He surfed the internet for a brief few moments and then scooted over to Ashley was sitting in his rolley chair. The brightness of the florescent lights didn’t dull her attractiveness. Although, something different than say someone he’d actually had some sort of relations with. As few and far between as those were at the time. There was no internal connection to it, just what he saw. But, that was okay he guessed. She was going over some of her work from over the semester. Especially that of her final article.. It was well thought out, Trevor hated criticizing other’s work and therefore almost hated the class itself. But, it was something. She was quite positive and something in her reflections of others was very honest, if not a great service to their efforts. After class, he walked with her outside. He couldn’t think of anywhere to be or anyone else to be around. As that happened, he saw Michelle standing in the crowd, and Ashley was heading over to her, “Better get out of here.”

           

He fastidiously swept himself away from them and went to his bus. Trev made his way home absentmindedly. Without another thought to the day. Upon arrival, he sluggishly tore open his school stuff to check if he had any unfinished work left. As far as he could tell, he didn’t. So he hopped out to the computer to mess around for a while. He stirred when he saw his crush Diana was online. So he messaged her even though he’d sent her the last message. In two-shakes-of-a-lambs-tail, he received one back. “Hey boy. What’re you up to? :)”

“Hmm..” Trevor thought. “I’m not really doing anything, and it’s been a relatively uneventful day.” He started typing. “Oh, nothing much, girly. Am I ever gonna get to see you?” He awaited a response. This was taking a while. He got up to go back to his room and check his phone. He ended up lying down on his bed and passing out with his phone dispersed among the covers and the computer on out in the living room.