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Now onto, the late night Internet scene.
Richard Sat alone in his room. swivelling in his chair, staring into the darkness. A pale moon shone through a thin slit between the brown drapes that hung over his window. Shining it’s light across half a picture frame, illuminating his fathers face. His serious expression contrasted by a small smirk across his lips as he holds up the head end of a giant bass. In the darkened half of the photo Richard knew he was standing there holding the other half of the fish, smiling wide.
Richard shifted the drapes to close them, when a shadow caught his eye. Across the gravel road and behind Stewart’s house, at the edge of the woods, the darkness leaped and climbed about in twisted, jarring movements. Then a bright flash and the bang of a shotgun came from Stewart’s backyard. The shadows flinched and danced about in the trees, then disappeared.
Nothing happened for some time, Richard just sat there thinking about Lilly and the new girl, Basel. He would have to find some time to talk with the albino girl, if it was true she’d had something to do with the dogfight at Sheriffs.
Having a hard time falling asleep, he decided to turn on his monitor and started up the Internet browser. Richard accessed a video sharing website and sifted through some of the tittles. He stopped on a clip from a crime show he liked to watch, set in a far away city called New York.
Richard moved from video to video, sometimes music sometimes TV clips. Clicking his quick keys for return whenever he came across a fatal error, which was often. He checked out a Vlog from someone in a place called Regina, Saskatchewan who’d apparently just tasted the best sushi in town.
At some point he realized it was passed two in the morning. He decided to watch one more video before heading to bed, making sure to tell his body not to get back into the grind. Then the light in the hallway turned on, shining through the space at the bottom of the door. Richard heard foot steps walking up to the door, they were his fathers. Heavy and consistent. They stopped just before the door, shadows cast where the feet were. Richard just looked down at them. Nervous tension mixed with tired delirium forced his mind to think of his childhood.
Images of his fathers steady finger wagging and wagging, his hand falling to the side of Richard’s own face. He fell back, farther into his memories and he was with his father at Skinner Lake, but Richard knew this had never happened. Still, he remembered being naked and covered in the gritty red water. Coughing up the same liquid from his lungs.
His father, hidden in the fog of his mind knelt next to him. Others stood far away, at the point where the docks began. They were saying something, chanting. Then the tubes, flailing everywhere. And blood dripping from Richards arms and legs and the back of his head and spine. His muscles ached.
How old was I? Richard was falling further into the dream. “Get some rest” came his fathers voice from somewhere in the distance. “Get some rest” it echoed. What am I thinking? The past and the present were blurring together. Why is everything so hot?
Lilly’s face appeared to him then, emerging from the waters of Skinner Lake. Her eyes were dark and she began shouting nonsense. Then there were the tubes again. Then the pale skin of Basel came into view as she grabbed at him, and they were running through the woods. Unearthly screams came from behind them. Gunfire rang through his ears. He fell into darkness, Basel by his side.
They fell into infinity, the world gone and only their bodies holding close to each other. Everything was wrong, but Richard knew the future would turn out all right.
Suddenly Richards alarm buzzed loudly. He was in bed and the sun was shining through the gap in his drapes. He felt cold and his body was sweating. He feared that the dream would fade, and at first it felt as if it would. He spoke it out loud and slowly, but surely, he forced it into his memory. He knew now that he must speak with Basel. She was the only one who could make sense of the twisted fragments in Richards mind.