Good Intentions

HARRY’S POV

I lie there and wonder what she has to show me. What could she have possibly acquired in that short span of time that would be of any significance to me or my situation? I close my eyes and hear ‘mom’ enter the room and make her way around the bed to me.

“Do you think I need to call the doctor or do you think you’ll be all right?” she asks as she places her hand on my forehead checking for a temperature. “You don’t feel warm. Hopefully this will pass in the next twenty four hours and you’ll be back to your usually happy self.”
“I think I’ll be fine, no need to call him” I answer her, though a shot of whatever he gives me would be nice.
She leans over and moves my hair off of my forehead as she kisses it, stands up and leaves. She pulls the door shut and I listen as her footsteps lead to the kitchen.

I close my eyes once again hoping sleep finds me and brings more memories with it.

The moment before you go to sleep is upon me and I hear people talking, they speak with British accents, I slip into dreamland.

I view it all as if I’m invisible, invading their home. I watch as my mother is cooking and, who I assume, is my sister come in and prepare herself and my mum some tea. I lean on the counter and take the surroundings in. A man enters the room and I don’t know who he is, he must live here, he makes his way to my mum, she lifts her cheek towards him as he kisses it, he turns and heads towards the door. “Love you Anne”, he says as he steps out.

I make my way around the room taking it in. I stop and look at pictures and see pictures of me as a child and there on a frame is her name, Gemma, my sister. I reach out to touch it and my finger passes through it. I tear up as I reach for it again, its just out of grasp, so close yet so far away.

I turn to look at them again, I feel as though I’m being pulled away, sucked into a vortex, pulling me into another world.

I’m on a bus sitting on a semi circle bench, watching the landscape as we speed by. I hear voices and turn to look at them as they join me. I shift and move outside of my body. I stand and leave my body to get a better look at these guys. I watch as the guy with no tattoos makes conversation with me. I hear none of it. Everyone laughs and gives nudges to one another. I reach out to myself to touch him, my life, nothing.

I’m awakened with a shake and I sit up startled. “Will wake up, you’re crying”. I wipe my eyes as Meghan hands me a tissue. “Are you Ok?” she asks as my mind adjusts to being back in reality.

“I think so. It was so real.” I say as I try to recall everything. I wish she would leave so I could retrieve my journal and write it all down before its gone.

“Dinner is ready if you think you’re able to eat it.”
“I think so. Let me change and I’ll be right there.”
She gets up off of the bed and leaves the room, shutting the door behind her.

I go to the desk and find the journal and start writing quickly, writing everything down I can remember.
I still feel a little ‘not with it’ so I decide to take a quick shower and freshen up before joining the family at the table.

“So Will, are you starting to feel any better?” Dad asks me.
“I believe so, I should be able to get back to work in the morning.”

I want to lay in bed and sleep and try to bring up everything. I cant do that now. Life as I know it now, must go on.

After dinner we gather in the living room and and listen to the radio. My mind wonders as I listen to the story and wonder what my family is doing right now, what those guys are doing right now. Do they miss me? Are they looking for me?

I’m grateful when I hear the man sign off and watch as dad gets up and turn the radio off.
I get up and go to mom, kiss her cheek and tell her I’m getting ready for bed since I will be getting up early to work with dad.

I close the door and change into something warm, it gets rather cold in here at night.

I go and sit at my desk and take a piece of paper and start to write a letter to my mum. I listen as my parents go to their room and shut the door. Meghan should be in here shortly.

I turn off my light and leave the bathroom light on, just enough to see and finish writing the letter

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