Chapter III:
“The beginning of the eclipse”
Still with no
clue of the horror that Van’s eyes would see, he returned home still
daydreaming a new hope he felt for his love.
Van’s
Mother:
Hi
Van, How was your day?
Van:
Mom,
I didn’t see you…
Van’s
Mother:
I’ll
guess it was a fine day.
Van:
Well
it was a tough day but all seem to work out in the end.
Van’s
Mother:
I’m
glad.
Van then took
the stairs heading to his bedroom, when suddenly, he saw his father with a
serious expression on his face and you could say some anger too.
Van’s
Father:
You
saw her didn’t you?
Van:
(Trying
to avoid his face) What???
Van’s
Father:
That
friend of yours… Courtney!
Van:
Dad,
Courtney is my girlfriend…
Van’s
Father:
You
know I don’t like her; she is a bad influence on you, ever since you have been
playing with her your grades have been falling.
Van:
That
is not true.
Van’s
Father:
When
are you going to understand son, she is not good for you.
Van:
Who
are you to tell me with who can I be with and who not to?!
Van’s
Father:
Don’t
raise your voice at me young man!
Van:
I
will until you stop messing with my life!
Van’s
Mother:
Stop
it you two!!! (She shouted from not so far) Arthur, come down here, your dinner
is ready.
Van’s
Father (Arthur):
I’m
coming honey (And with hate on his eyes he walked downstairs).
Van:
(Muttering)
I hate you…
He then walked
upstairs to his bedroom and as he closed the door. He could hear his parents
arguing. Van’s mother approved Van’s relationship with Courtney but his dad
still didn’t, and as all mothers do, she was defending her son.
The night had
fallen and with a candle as the only light in the almost black room Van was
writing in his notebook, right in front of the window where the moon could be
seen hiding behind some enchanted looking clouds. In some strange sort of
stabbing way of writing, Van, was leaving all his hate and anger on those
pages.
He swore not to
let his father interfere in his relationship with Courtney; that was the last
time he would support such insults from his father. And as the night progressed
Van was defeated by tiredness and fell asleep.
Arthur:
Van!
Van! I am sorry!
Van:
Dad!?
Arthur:
Help
me!
Van:
Dad,
why do you run from me?…
Arthur:
Stay
back! Demon! You’re not my son!
Van:
Dad,
but it’s me.
Arthur:
Help!
Anybody!!!
Van:
Dad!
It’s me, can’t you see?… I am Van, this is our home!
Arthur, with
tremendous fear in his eyes was desperately searching for a safe place to hide
on the second floor of the house, until he was trapped like a mouse in the
hallway. He was desperately trying to call for aid from the hallway’s window,
which by the way, it was the biggest window in the whole house. Van, all
wrapped up in confusion was steadily walking slowly toward his father.
Van:
Dad?…
What’s happening?…
Arthur:
Stay
back! Stay away demon!
As Arthur was slowly
walking back to the hallway’s window with his eyes glued on Van, a look of
horror, silently screaming in fear, you could hear the walls crumbling, and as
soon as Arthur’s back touched the window, it broke.
Van's eyes
dilated shouting “Nooooooo!” as he ran to the window trying to save his father
from falling, but it was too late, he could see his father's body laying there
on the front yard, dead but with that same look of terror in his eyes. At that
very moment Van could only do one thing, so he shouted “Mooooom!!!!”.
Van’s
Mother:
Van…?
Van…? Wake up…
Van:
Mom…?
Van’s
Mother:
Are
you ok?…
Van:
I…I
had a nightmare, that’s all.
Van’s
Mother:
Are
you sure? You are burning up with fever you know…
Van:
Isabella…
I’m fine.
Isabella
(Van’s Mother):
You
better take these pills, you have school tomorrow and it’s 2 in the morning,
you should be good by tomorrow.
Van:
Mom,
it’s 2 am that means I’ll go to school in a few hours not tomorrow (With a
small goofy laugh).
Isabella:
Oh…
you smart mouth, I guess you are fine.
Van:
Good
night mom.
Isabella:
I
thought it was morning already (With the same goofy laugh as Van).
The next
morning, Van went to school, still thinking about that weird dream he had, that
was until someone crashed unto him while he was walking staring at the floor.
Van:
What
the…
Stranger:
Oh,
sorry, my bad.
Van:
Actually
I was the one that wasn’t paying attention to the road.
Stranger:
Lance,
Lance Newland (Stretching his hand to Van).
Lance:
Whoa!
Now I know what you mean by not paying attention…
Van:
Sorry…
you’re right… (Stretching his hand back to Lance’s) The name’s Van, Van Lamark.
Lance:
Nice
to meet you, hey say, could you help me find my classroom?
Van:
(Looking
Lance thoroughly) Aren’t you a little old to be in middle school?
Lance:
(With
shyness) I…I dropped out of school a long time ago…
Van:
How
old are you? If… that’s not much to ask?
Lance:
No,
it’s not, I’m 20.
Van:
Wow!
Lance:
I
know… how old are you?
Van:
16.
Lance:
That’s
reasonable.
Van:
Excuse
me?
Lance:
No,
nothing…
Van:
So,
what’s your classroom’s number?
Lance:
Uhhhh….
It’s 405.
Van:
Wow!
That’s odd…
Lance:
Excuse
me?
Van:
That’s
my classroom.
Lance:
I
guess we’ll be classmates...
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