Not That I'm Anywhere: Liminal Dreams [being rewritten]

Old Wounds

Lorcan woke up in a cold sweat from a bizarre nightmare. "Dave?" he thought, "do I know anyone named Dave."

Waking up from nightmares was always surreal to him. Unlike what people normally see when waking from nightmares, screaming at the top of your lungs, it's more like quietly getting up. But the panic and fear never leaves.

He wiped off sweat from his forehead as he looked around. Its was 9:30am as he, yet again, forgot to set the alarm. His phone uselessly vibrating on his nightstand. Then he heard banging and ringing, someone was at his door. "Coming, give me a sec," he yelled as he got up.

After putting something on, he went over to the front door and peaked through the peep hole.

It was his uncle, Philly. "Hey squirt," he said cheerly, "it's me."

"Uncle?" he said a bit confused. He opened the door and it was evident that he just woke up, his hair and clothing a mess. His uncle cheered and gave him a hug.

"There he is, my god do you look like a shack a shit. Good lord I thought your father was the only one that was shit with sleeping."

Lorcan chuckled as he embraced his uncle. "Well work is...long."

Phil laughed at the comment sarcastically, nodding his head a bit. "That piece of shit firm is still standing? I swear, you're the only one keeping that place up. Shit, where would that place be with out that brain of your, uh?" he says poking his head.

Lorcan shrugged. "Well, if it's anything, management does 'gift me' every once in a while if I start asking." He chuckled, thinking of all the times the suits weakly threatened him if he asked or told anyone anything. He did what he was told, though he couldn't resist skimming some icing from the cake and giving it to coworkers who needed it more.

"Anyways, if I may be blunt, uncle, what are you doing here?" He asked, scratching his head.

Phil chuckles a bit, understanding his question. "To be also blunt, squirt, I'm here to drop off your Grant so you ca-"

"Fucking wh-i have an allowance?" he said in confusion, taking a set back as he just noticed the white envelope. "I...I mean...It gets me by but im slowly climb up."

Phil raised an eye brow at him. "climb up a crumbling building?" He shakes his head, "Jesus, just like your father. If the house on fire and if he was working on something, he insisted on finishing it first before leaving." He laughs.

Lorcan rolls his eyes and gestures Phil to come in.

"So, may I ask what changed? I may be stupid but I can fuck up like adult, she agreed with me." Lorcan went over to bed and sat while Phil dragged a chair from the kitchen.

"Yes, but she got cold feet when she heard about those big tech and bank fucks considering bankruptcy when their Ponzi Scheme fucked up." Phil slapped his knee and laughs while Lorcan shrugs.

"Sounds reasonable, she was always a bit paranoid giving everything. But im sensing a but from you in a moment."

Phil laughs and looks at him directly. "Your mother never liked the idea of living by your self, period."

Lorcan nodded. He wasn't too surprised, but he had thought his mother would have gotten over it.

"Ever since that fuck at your school gave you that," he points to Lorcan's scar, "when you were little, she been terrified at something like that happing again, still is to this day. I get it," raising his hands," when you small, my fucking blood was boiling when I first heard it, your father too, but you ain't a shrub anymore."