Ever wanted to know whats it's like to live a lift without a family, but with friends? Having barely a memory of the parents that gave birth to you?
Sifting through the rubbish and dust, continuously in search of something Xevier knows he'll never find.
"I've got to find it! Whatever the cost!" He whispers to himself. Search the dust, of his old life. "I've got to find someone! Something!"
Xevier opened his eyes. "It was just a dream....good..." He got up and grabbed the hair-brush from his drawer. What kind of dream was that? I'm only 5 and everyone is dead. He stroked the brush down his long hair. Dammit. Knots? Come the fuck on.
He walked into the living room, not wearing a belt.
"Are you wearing pants that fit?" Ally asked.
"Yes! Why wouldn't I be?!" Xevier yapped.
"Hows that three feet of hair treating you?" Luke asked.
"It's three feet and four inches, to be exact." Xevier sat down. "Anyway I had the weirdest dream last night.."
"Last night? It's 4 pm, doofus." Ally said.
"Anyway it was about where I was like 5 or sum and well, everyone was dead."
"Hmm....Don't you not normally dream?" Winter asked. Xevier nodded.
"That's why it was weird. And well, 5 year old me was looking for something."
"Like what?"
"Well it seemed like the house had been bombed, well Mom and Dad's house.....And I was looking for a sign of life or some shit."
Later, Xevier found himself, in Japan, in his Dad's office. "Wait, why am I here?" Bending over. It had dust. Dust everywhere. He scooped dust into his hands and blew it away. There was a bookcase before him. "Was that there before?" He shrugged. "Maybe I didn't notice it." He scanned the books. All had names on their spine except for 1. He took the book and opened it to the first page.....
Dear Dead Diary,
I told my husband that I'm pregnant. I told him we're having a little boy. He's due in December. I can't wait. Neither can Mark.
We were talking about what to name him. I used to have a friend named Xavier from when I was a kid, but he died in World War I. His soul was destroyed, along with his body, never to walk the face of this world ever again. I told Mark I would love to name him Xevier. Mark liked the idea, we decided on his middle name to be Xiao.
+Alice
Xevier looked up. "These are about me....."
He read the next one.
Dear Dead Diary,
It's been at least a week and I can feel the baby kicking, lightly. He's getting cuter every day. I wonder which one of us he's going to look like. His dad or me.
+Alice
Dear Dead Diary,
Been 2 more weeks, so it's now been 3 weeks. Mark is at "work" or well the strip club...
Little Xevier keeps kicking me. It's getting stronger and it's starting to hurt. He may not want to come out in December.
+Alice
"I used to hurt mom? When I was inside her?"
Dear Dead Diary,
December 5, 1992. He was born today, He's so adorable. I can't believe he's ours. He's got white hair like me. He hasn't opened his eyes yet. Mark said it will take 5 to 7 days for him to open them...He's got a full head of white hair. I decided to make his hand stand up with hair gel and Mark just started laughing.
He's crying, must go...
+Alice
Did his parents really love him? Was he that cute?
Xevier immediately woke up. He remembered nothing. It had felt like it was all a dream. Grasped in his hands was his Mom's diary...
Sifting through the rubbish and dust, continuously in search of something Xevier knows he'll never find.
"I've got to find it! Whatever the cost!" He whispers to himself. Search the dust, of his old life. "I've got to find someone! Something!"
Xevier opened his eyes. "It was just a dream....good..." He got up and grabbed the hair-brush from his drawer. What kind of dream was that? I'm only 5 and everyone is dead. He stroked the brush down his long hair. Dammit. Knots? Come the fuck on.
He walked into the living room, not wearing a belt.
"Are you wearing pants that fit?" Ally asked.
"Yes! Why wouldn't I be?!" Xevier yapped.
"Hows that three feet of hair treating you?" Luke asked.
"It's three feet and four inches, to be exact." Xevier sat down. "Anyway I had the weirdest dream last night.."
"Last night? It's 4 pm, doofus." Ally said.
"Anyway it was about where I was like 5 or sum and well, everyone was dead."
"Hmm....Don't you not normally dream?" Winter asked. Xevier nodded.
"That's why it was weird. And well, 5 year old me was looking for something."
"Like what?"
"Well it seemed like the house had been bombed, well Mom and Dad's house.....And I was looking for a sign of life or some shit."
Later, Xevier found himself, in Japan, in his Dad's office. "Wait, why am I here?" Bending over. It had dust. Dust everywhere. He scooped dust into his hands and blew it away. There was a bookcase before him. "Was that there before?" He shrugged. "Maybe I didn't notice it." He scanned the books. All had names on their spine except for 1. He took the book and opened it to the first page.....
Dear Dead Diary,
I told my husband that I'm pregnant. I told him we're having a little boy. He's due in December. I can't wait. Neither can Mark.
We were talking about what to name him. I used to have a friend named Xavier from when I was a kid, but he died in World War I. His soul was destroyed, along with his body, never to walk the face of this world ever again. I told Mark I would love to name him Xevier. Mark liked the idea, we decided on his middle name to be Xiao.
+Alice
Xevier looked up. "These are about me....."
He read the next one.
Dear Dead Diary,
It's been at least a week and I can feel the baby kicking, lightly. He's getting cuter every day. I wonder which one of us he's going to look like. His dad or me.
+Alice
Dear Dead Diary,
Been 2 more weeks, so it's now been 3 weeks. Mark is at "work" or well the strip club...
Little Xevier keeps kicking me. It's getting stronger and it's starting to hurt. He may not want to come out in December.
+Alice
"I used to hurt mom? When I was inside her?"
Dear Dead Diary,
December 5, 1992. He was born today, He's so adorable. I can't believe he's ours. He's got white hair like me. He hasn't opened his eyes yet. Mark said it will take 5 to 7 days for him to open them...He's got a full head of white hair. I decided to make his hand stand up with hair gel and Mark just started laughing.
He's crying, must go...
+Alice
Did his parents really love him? Was he that cute?
Xevier immediately woke up. He remembered nothing. It had felt like it was all a dream. Grasped in his hands was his Mom's diary...
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