~ A year ago~
I'm walking down the street. It has probably gone by some couple hours as I'm dragging my knees down the road, waiting for a sign. If i could I would just lay down on a bed and lay there for my whole life. But now, It would be even good with laying down on the dirty street. I know that I would fall asleep immediately, not caring about how I would smell in the morning. Good that it's in mid July and still warm after 00.00 outside.
As I'm about to lay down a man blocks my view. I look up and see a man in mid 40s. He looks down on me. I feel how my head's spinning and am about to fall down. I close my eyes and make myself ready for the pain but the pain doesn't come. I'm still waiting but the warm hand around my head and another one around my back makes me open my eyes.
The man looks at me with a warm smile and I feel a familiar touch to it. Like this has happened before but a long time ago. Isn't this the so called deja vu?
As I'm about to open my mouth and say something, sleep overtakes me and my vision closes down. I fall deep in slumber. The last thing I here are the cars driving by and the man lifting me up in his arms.
~ A year ago, the next day~
I wake up from the sound of someone cooking. The delicious smell hits my nose like a bomb. The smell of eggs and bacon. I open my eyes and look around. I'm in a room with dark beige walls and a glamorous ceiling lamp, the one kind you usually have in those fancy homes that's worth millions to buy and can use the glass as mirrors to watch yourself in. A light turquoise sofa on the side next to the big, a little bit open window and a bedside table with a dark but cozy looking lamp.
I realize that I'm not home and close my eyes agin while I get under the blanket. It's soft and warm, the bed is big and also soft but it's making me uncomfortable. It feels like I'm floating and I can't really enjoy it to the fullest.
I look under the covers to see if I have my clothes still on and thank god that I have, but different clothes. Instead of my hospital pants I have cozy pants with a big t-shirt on. It looks like a mans clothes and that's making me even more uncomfortable. What's happening?
I look around once again and notice some clothes on the end of the bed that I'm laying on. I move to the side and wish for whoever that was cooking isn't coming into this room any time soon. But as always I'm wrong.
The door flys wide open and makes me jump. I'm frightened but that familiar feeling rises inside of me again.
"You're awake!" He says with a happy smile and daring eyes. I move back a little but a voice tells me to trust this man.
"I made breakfast. Are you hungry?" He asks and my stomach makes one really loud growl when I nod.
I follow him to the kitchen table and sit down. He puts the eggs and bacon in front of me and puts some orange juice at the side in a glass.
"what's happening? And who are you?" I ask him. Afraid to know the answer but still am as curious as ever. But when I ask him, he looks shocked. Sadness... I feel his sadness in the whole kitchen. Why can I feel his sadness? I need to get deep into this. After some few seconds that feel like minutes have gone by, I open my mouth to ask him again but suddenly he speaks.
"You see... We have watched you for some time now. I know that it sounds confusing and even scary but I, we don't mean anything horrifying with it. Only that I, we have checked on you once In awhile. After your parents death, 10 years ago have we been checking on you once each month, but If you're in any danger we would react immediately. This is the promised that I made to your father. I know that this may sound horrible when it's coming from someone that you probably dont remember, you where so small back then but I can promise you that you aren't in any danger if you're with me."
After this mans speech, can not believe what I have just heard but for some reason I believe him more than ever. It feels like he's not laying. I here his heart beat and it's not faster or slower than it should be. He's telling the truth. Actually I'm not afraid anymore. It feels like someone is finally telling me the truth for a change. It feels good! But something's bugging me.
"How do you know my father? And who are you? " I ask him. He smiles at me and look straight in my eyes.
"I'm your uncle" He says and a voice inside me screams 'family'.