A beautiful melody filled the air.
'Who?' His vision blurred and his head spun. Someone called out to him but he couldnt see the person's face, the singing had stopped and now all that was left was a tense atmosphere, he tried moving his head but couldn't control his body. And just then he felt a force pull him backwards, the sound of wind gushing in his ears and the scream of that person echoed ahead of him. But surprisingly he felt calm, seren and at peace.
.....
Ethan jolted awake as the morning light hit him on the face. For a few seconds he just sat there with a blank expression.
He knew that he had dreamt of something but didnt know what. He scratched his head and sat up. He sat there for some time.
Who would have thought that something like this would happen? Something so unreal and ridiculous. If he were to ever tell someone that he dreamt of the future, would any one believe him? No that's unlikely, they would probably think he were insane and send him to some clinic and have him tested. He didn't want that, not now atleast. He felt unlucky! Truly unlucky. He still wasn't sure if he could trust the dream. But in order to live a good life away from abuse, he just had to.
He hesitated for a bit looking around the room. Wouldn't it be better to end this here?
He stood up and walked towards the bathroom and splashing some water on his face, he looked at himself in the mirror and observed his grey eyes. They looked tired even though he had just woken up, he noticed that his roots started showing even more. He sighed, he had always been consiouse of his silver hair, he inherited it from his father's side and when he was young people would stare at him in fascination while others would think he looked like a freak. He was bullied by his peers for looking different and so he dyed it and started wearing contact lenses to hid his unsual eye colour ( that he again inherited from his father's side). In the 'future' he would stop caring for his hair due to the abuse and it would revert back to its original colour, Mr kim had made him into a living toy when he found his looks useful.
Touching his currently short black hair, it all felt unfamiliar to him now.
He was absolutely out of it....
he didn't bother to leave his room and just sat on the floor thinking to himself. His living hell was just a month away, he needed to get out of this house.
Even if for now Mr kim didn't change, his cousin's were still normal and Mrs kim wasn't dead yet, that would all change in a one months time and all hell would break loose for him. He didnt want that but again he didn't know what to do. He was scared..... Yes if he could get rid of them then the problem would be solved even before it began. Yes that was a more logical way to go. He didnt know how he would do it. Should he just stab them all and flee but again he wouldn't be able to do that. Just thinking about it made him gag. But what should he do? He absolutely had to leave this house and as easy as it sounded that wasn't the case, he had figured by now Mr kim had already built a little power through bribes and other illegal stuff, he was never slow, just waiting for the day he would get total control of broise entertainment. So if he ran, Mr kim would definitely dispose of him, as he posed a threat to his influence, since he was the heir. Sigh..... what to do, what to do?
Knocks could be heard from outside but he didn't pay attention to them. The room was dark because the curtains weren't drawn yet and so he couldn't tell what time it was, nor did he care. He just lay there thinking, making a plan in his head, what should his next step be? He was conflicted, torn between survival or revenge? Both sides were important to him and he couldn't just pick one.....The knocks would stop but about like two or three hours later-he couldn't tell the exact time interval- the knocks would continue with someone calling his name from outside but he was too immersed in his thought to care about what they said. He wasnt hungry, not yet though. He went through different scenarios in his mind. Trying to make a solid decision.
He didn't want his life being controlled, his wings clipped before he could fly, he was still young after all, he wanted to experience all sorts of fun stuff with friends.
He stopped all his thoughts and stood up opening the windows letting in the moon light. It was night now, he looked at the moon as he let out a tired chuckled his voice was low and hoarse as he hadn't open his vocal chords for almost a whole day.
'' Haaa! Damn it.....''
His eyes welled up with tears, he couldn't help but let out some sobs as he bit his lower lip, he breathed out . He was scared to be honest.
He had made a decision now and he wasn't too sure about it working, it was kinda silly but it was better if he tried or died trying. Even if he wasnt in the right state of mind he would still make it happen, he would destroy the Kims. His plan was long term and needed to start now as every minute he wasted would lead him to his doom. This was about his survival and revenge. He would make them pay for all the humiliation he faced. He'd pay it back tenfold.
....
The morning sunlight hit his face as he got up from the bed, his body was weak because he hadn't eaten anything at all yesterday. He freshened up and dressed up in his school uniform and quickly rushed down to have breakfast. He found Dan eating alone, he paused and tried to calm himself, Dan noticed him''Hey! What happened yesterday?''
He gulped as he avoided looking into Dan's eyes '' Ah.... I just wanted some alone time'' he said as he walked over and sat down two seats from Dan. He wanted to maintain a good distance between them, not to close and not to far. Dan noticed his behavior but just shrugged it off.
They ate their breakfast quickly and had the driver take them to school.