Chapter8~ The Call

Ch.8

Images passing by leaving nothing but blurs speed through the night. The black night was covered by red, shines of silver, laughter then silence. The noise first sounded as crickets at night then developed into a full on war, hear all the scream and pain, and following every war is dead silence, remorse, and the sting of death creeping through every corner of air. In a panic frenzy Nathaniel woke up with sweat dripping from his face. The clock read 3: oo am, Nathaniel sat up and stared at the clock. “Ill never get these dreams," he said with a sigh. Nathaniel walked out his room, down the dark hall towards the kitchen to grab a cup of water. Trying to be quiet as possible, Nathaniel tip toed through out the entire house. Unexpeditedly Nathaniel ran into something and jumped in the opposite direction, hitting the wooden table. “Ouch" was muttered out of Nathaniel’s mouth as he looked around, “what in the world!" Luna, the family’s house cat was black with white paws, paced around Nathaniel purring in a rhythmic tone. "Gee Luna,” Nathaniel petted behind Luna's ear and in glee she meowed, “you will be the death of me one day." Nathaniel went back to his room and sat on his bed as he watched Luna jump on his bed and walk to his nightstand. He let his body fall on his bed making a “plop” sound and stared at the ceiling. “What am I going to do with these dreams Luna? I can’t continue like this,” Luna let out a small meow as she played with Nathaniel’s cell phone. Nathaniel sighed, “Of course you pay no attention to me,” he muttered under his breath. Luna screeched and ran out the room making Nathaniel jump up in surprise. Nathaniel turned to his phone to see that it was vibrating, “silly Luna that’s what you get,” he chuckled as he reached for his phone. Nathaniel stared at the number, “who could be calling this late at night?” he thought. “Hello?” he answered. Nathaniel?” a deep voice asked. “Yes, who is this?” Nathaniel responded with out hesitance. Trying to figure out who was calling by making them talk he continued to get answers. “Hello, who is this? Hello?” he tried but it failed, all that he got was a snicker and a phone call ended. Nathaniel looked at the phone, “what the hell was that about?” Becoming a bit more restless than before Nathaniel stood up and entered his private bathroom. The walls were painted green with tile floor. The room was bare completely different from his room. Nathaniel took off his clothes in a rather fast tempo and walked into the shower. He stood there letting the warm water hit his skin and proceeded to his hair. “This is how life should be,” he thought, “relaxing.”