2: So time flows On
Robbie was awoken from his dreams by the annoying sound of an alarm clock. The clock flashed the numbers 6:00 many times before changing to 6:01. He reached over and felt around the top of the clock until he could feel a round button: snooze. He fell back to his dreams of a beautiful pond and a beautiful girl. He expected no lusty occasion, but young men’s dreams are the dreams of young men. Across the pond he could see a wonderful girl dressed in an extravagant yellow outfit. Her hair, the color of the sun, moved swiftly as the wind gently blew its avid fingers through the crispness of his dreams. She smiled and he quickly smiled back. But it came with quarrel, a feeling absurd to his mind and outside of his heart. It was a feeling of uncertainty, foulness and dry night air. His spine shivered and the wind blew once more. He watched as the water in the pond grew black and the grass in the fields began to turn to stone. The girl across the pond turned her shoulder and walked away into a thick fog that began to creep its way towards him. He awoke once more as screams of horror came from inside the fog. A minute later his clock flashed again: 11:09. He stared for a moment at the clock then rubbed his eyes, he could not have slept for so long. As his eyes adjusted the noise of the clock overcame his ears and he hit snooze again.
The clock flashed 6:01 back at him. He gave a coarse smile to himself and got up out of bed. Downstairs were noises of movement and daytime adventure. His little brother Jimmy should be leaving for school around this time and his parents wake up at least an hour before Jimmy to get things ready for both of them. Every single day is something new with his mother. She must wake up at four in the morning to do the things she does. Robbie remembered when she had to make 200 cupcakes for a kindergarten party and he neglected to mention it to her until the night before the party. She was not angry but she must have stayed up all night to bake all 200 cupcakes because the next day he simply woke up and followed his normal routine with the addition of carrying 200 cupcakes to school. Outside he could hear a strange noise. It sounded as if someone was climbing their house, or perhaps banging a hammer. He slowly inched closer to his window when suddenly their flag smacked the glass and made a terribly startling noise. He jumped and took a few rapid breaths. The rain would soon fall, but it’s quite odd. The rain never falls in the mornings; it has always fallen when all the kids are at school. Then his eyes widened as he stared into the abyss of the forest. A thick fog was beginning to collect around the trees, making it impossible to see the goings on passed absence of light.
He quickly glanced at his calendar: May 18th. The fog has never rolled here before, not before or after the day of November 9th. Robbie can hear no music nor see any tulips. Jimmy must be the one perusing downstairs, but there are no cars on the street and no person outside. His eyes searched and searched, finding no one that was outside. Soon they came upon the upstairs window of the Karrith’s house, his neighbors. Standing there was the girl from his dreams, the girl who Robbie has liked for quite some time but has never been able to work up the courage to ask on a date. He smiled and waved at her and she did the same. Her smile, however, seemed crooked. Something is amiss and he wants to find out what.
He opened his bedroom door and stuck his head over the balcony overlooking the entrance of his house. His parents were in the kitchen and his brother was not to be seen. Robbie walked over to Jimmy’s door and knocked.
“Who’s there?” a nasally voice called out. It must be Jimmy.
“It’s Robbie, open the door,” he responded.
Jimmy opened the door and immediately grabbed his brother, pulling him inside. Robbie was flustered.
“What the hell did you do that for?” he asked, angrily.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Something is wrong. Mom told me to stay in bed today, she said no one is going to school.” Jimmy looked up at his brother and began to whisper. “Did you see the fog?”
“What fog?” Robbie asked.
“You know what fog. Don’t start this, please!” Jimmy’s face was already red and his spine already quivering.
“I saw the fog…yes. I don’t think it’s anything you have to worry—“ he was interrupted.
“John is missing!” Jimmy yelled. He quickly covered his mouth in fright.
“Missing? What do you mean, “missing”?”
“I mean he is gone. No one has seen him today. He has vanished!”
Robbie got up out of the chair and paced across the room. He looked up and his stare became blank.
“It isn’t time for—“ his parents opened the door and interrupted him.
His father looked up at him and shook his head, not in shame but rather in sorrow. John is the son of his closest friend and a close friend to Robbie. Robbie looked up at his father and stormed out of the room and into his own, slamming the door.
“Sweetheart, we are getting the police involved. It couldn’t have been—“ his mother’s voice stopped.
Robbie looked up towards the ceiling. Music was playing all throughout the house, but it sounded like it was coming from outside. He walked over to his window and stared into the forest. It is not the normal music that is played; it’s a violin. There is no child’s voice and no screaming. The rain began to fall and the flag smacked the window again, frightening Robbie so much that he fell backwards onto the bedpost. His vision became blurry and he could feel warmth around his head. Then everything went black.
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Not completely done and I will be editing some things since I know I can make a few tense errors. Did this in like 20 minutes so I hope you like it. It's somewhat of a twist to it all to begin the real plot.