Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!
Several notification sounds were insistingly trying to wake Dawn up. Dawn, on the other hand, didn't have any intention of waking up from the most quality sleep she has had in a long time.
"Why isn't this shit turning off?" She wondered as she painstakingly opened one of her eyes half closed. She had been tapping on her phone's screen for thirty seconds now and it should have gone off long ago.
However, not only had it not gone off, but it was sending notification notices, like it was about to explode. Dawn opened her half-closed eye wider as she looked at the pitch black screen of her phone.
"Right, you were dead since last night!" She exclaimed in realization as she finally stopped tapping on it an O shaped mouth.
She fixed her pillow and banged her head on it, hard enough to make her feel dizzy, but it wasn't hard enough to make her deaf to the noisy notifications.
"Hoh, I am not angry! I am not angry..." I tried to hypnotize myself into not being angry, but with the noise keeping to go on, I wasn't sure what I would do to the one that wheezing phone belonged to.
Hearing several screams, my eyes widened up. Still not fully awake, I ignored the alarming red holographic screens in front of my eyes and run outside to see what's going on.
Stimulants to me, the great grandfather also opened his door angrily with a bang.
"Who the fuxx is, the little fuxx whose phone's been ringing! I am not gonna kill them!"
He shouted those words in a not very convincing tone with blood-shot eyes and bulging veins all over. I wasn't the culprit, but unconsciously got intimidated and took a step back.
My action took his attention. He turned his bloodshot, wide eyes to me.
"Was it you???"
I shook my head hurriedly as I showed my died phone.
"It wasn't me! My phone has been dead since yesterday!"
A third person banged their door open as if it was a farm's door! Hard and with just slightly less strength than the strength needed to break the poor door. That loud sound of the door banging on the wall sounded like money poured into the toilet to me. I took another deep breath.
I definitely can't hit underage kids. Not that I can hit the great grandfather either.
Maybe because it was the door next to mine, but it had sounded even louder in my eardrums. I closed my eyes tightly not to get angry. It was Silver's door, and so it was him. Next second came his buffed sleepy and angry voice.
"Who's phone is buzzing? I won't do anything to he or she! I will just freeze the shit to death and drown it in a sea!"
By the time Lucas opened his door too, I had noticed the holographic windows before my eyes and so seemed the great grandfather and others have. Everyone stared in front of them in silence with unreadable expressions.
"Wow! It seems like I have a new iPad in the air!"
Turquoise was the first one to break the silence in an excited tone. Everyone had turned towards him with different expressions. The one with the most strange expression was the great grandfather. He had eyes of someone who knew something.
"Everyone stays inside the house! Noone's allowed to leave until I com back!" He said while looking at me before he ran towards the stairs. My tongue didn't move to agree or disagree, but I followed him downstairs. My nightmares were coming to reality sooner than ever and I had tons of questions.
"What about my family?" Is the only thing I could slip out of my heavy tongue and I had lots of other questions. What is happening? Is this the doom? Are we going to die? Is there really monsters out there coming back after years of searching to end all the creatures on earth?
He paused for a second before taking a golden stamp made of the same dark material as the upper body of the castle out of his pocket. A stamp big enough as an adult's fist. With the same craving as the ones on the door.
"I will bring them here. Meanwhile, go to the basement and follow the instructions there! Just remember, don't leave the house nor open the door, no matter what!"
He took her frozen hand and placed the stamp on it with his warm hands as he softly made her fingers clasp around it. That was so in contrast to his icy demeanor.
The stamp was heavier than it looked and it felt powerful, hot, cold, calm, chaotic, protective, and destructive at the same time. This object made my whole being shiver, but not as much as the words he was going to say did.
"I can't believe I will say this after seeing my baby after twenty years! The only child other than my own children I named! My bright day break, the only child who laughed after seeing me instead of crying. "
He paused with a smile that looked very familiar as he looked into my eyes with a warm look in them.
"If I didn't come back in ten days, take everything in the basement, burn this house into dust and stay alive!"
I looked at him, perplexed. Ten years? What is he talking about? Wasn't I named by the Bright grandparents? How come I don't remember him? His next action made me even more confused.
He gave me a tight hug that felt familiar and hurtful. His embrace smelt like damp soil. A scent that always gave me a sense of being calm and protected.
My memories got stirred and my head hurt. Sounds of my childhood laughers while playing with a tall figure who brought me to the most magical places.
The tip of freezing mountains, a city in the deepest part of the sea and the magical jungles full of small fairies and a trace full of my favorite snacks, where the tall figure listened to my stories about how stupid my parents and siblings were.
A place I felt like I belonged. A person who laughed with me, not at me. Someone who cursed with me and talked about his troubles for me, a dear friend in front of whom I had the permission to get into trouble.
The one who vanished someday and became a blurry face like now. The guardian angel whose absence made this monster even, I fear sometimes. I clasped onto him tightly.
I observed his handsome face that now didn't look cold, but was kind to me.
Him who even the thought of having had by my side made me wish I was that person. The one made by having had someone that backing on their side as they grow up. Why wasn't I that person?
"Why?"
He raffled my head with his now again neutral and aloof expression.
"Much too say for someone who didn't even remember their guardian angel!"
He scoffed at me with a fake anger, then patted my back two times as he made a graceful and noble expression. He had gotten it wrong. The question didn't aim at him. I asked it from myself.
'Why would I forget like an idiot? Why am I so weak?'
"Don't worry, I am not someone who holds grudges, so won't go away this time... probably! Eat well and don't engage in losing business."
"..."
Chuckling, he patted on my shoulders a few more times.
"When I came back, we can catch on with the ones who went on your nerves! Believe me, buddy, I have lots more to complain about!"
"[Winks!] Hint, the one I am going to complain about, has golden hair and a bad temper!"
He ridiculed before fading away into thin air. A memory of jealousy came up from the pile of dusts. Angel always put Gold before everything, protected her and ran to her when she called.
He had run to her again. Like how he used to in my long dusted memories from when I could bury them stupidly.
Well, if he dies, he will at least do it with a full stomach. I took my eyes off the place he was a second ago. Not that he can even cross to the side where their castle was.
Now I remember, it wasn't grandfather Bright. It was Angel, Mikael's father, a Miracle, looking after me from when I was born until he didn't anymore. My guardian angel. A scary looking handsome man crazy for his wife.
Now that I looked at it, he had a great impact on me, even if he wasn't around. When I was younger, I wanted to marry someone who runs to me like a dog. All because of how bad of an example he was. Even the thought made me cringe.
Well, he had also taught me some excellent lessons, too. He used to tell me to never skip a meal or sleep. As someone who would give away himself at Gold's glance, he also had the audacity to say I shouldn't give up on myself.
A person who saw self priority as an obvious must for me even though he had it as secondary is the type of old man he is. The one I looked up to and wanted to resemble without even remembering how he looked or even his existence.
My life's only person with an almost normal conscience...