Monday, January 28, 2019

Blog #5 - The Star

Nik collapsed on the bench and closed his eyes. The past week, his work schedule had been grueling, not to mention Jeff Clare was there everyday, leering at him. On top of it all, he had still been receiving phone calls from his parents. His phone rang all day, everyday. They left countless messages and wailing voice mails. Nik was done.

Laying on the park bench, Nik drifted off. His dreams were never clear, and tonight was not an exception. Bright colors flashed behind his eyelids, and he could vaguely make out the sound of a man laughing. The laughter rose in volume, and became hysterical, like a hyena's. All at once, the laughter stopped, leaving only silence. The colors faded to black, only to explode into a bright light that burned Nik's eyes and startled him awake.

The ringing of his phone shook Nik from his sluggishness. He sighed, not in the mood to deal with either one of his parents. Nik checked the caller ID, but it wasn't any number that he recognized. After several seconds of debating with himself, Nik answered the phone.

"Hello?" he asked, slightly nervous.

"Nik!" the voice exclaimed. "It's so good to hear your voice, it's been way too long."

"What?" Nik stuttered. He had no idea who this person was or how they knew his name.

"Where are you? I'm back in town and wanted to catch up," the man said enthusiastically.

"I'm sorry, who are you?" asked Nik.

"Oh my god, you don't even recognize your own brother's voice, that's low." 

"Nate."

"Yep! I'm kind of hurt," Nate laughed. 

"You're hurt!" Nik clenched his fists. "You're the one that left. How are you hurt?"

"C'mon Nik. I had to do what was best for me, and being stuck in this town was not it!" Nate sounded apologetic, but it did nothing to soothe Nik's anger.

"What about what was best for me? Do you think everything worked itself out after you left? I can assure you it didn't!" Nik yelled into the phone, uncaring of who heard him.

"Look, I'm sorry. I wasn't thin-" Nik hung up.

Sighing, Nik threw his head back to look at the stars. They were exceptionally bright tonight. A flash of movement caught his eye and he turned his head to see a shooting star streaking across the sky.

"Please fix all of my family drama," Nik sighed. He felt foolish for wishing on a star, but he would take any help he could get.

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