{ #1 } I Was Shooting For The Moon, I Hit Two Stars (MxMxM || 18+)

Chapter 52 - Foreshadowing Nightmares?

(Alex's POV - Fri. 24 April 2015)

I'm listening to music in my bedroom, sprawled casually on my bed. I have recently grown a passion for one of my father's favorite bands, Pink Floyd. It's nothing fashionable, but I heard them a lot throughout my childhood, mostly in my Dad's car, and I just love how relaxing their sound is. The Dark Side Of The Moon makes me fly high, but The Wall remains my favorite album. I could listen to them all day.

However, today holds something different. Something I can't pinpoint. The atmosphere feels heavy, burdensome. The music sounds dark and gloomy, and I soon find myself breathless.

Oppressed.

As if doom was closing in on me.

My chest gets constricted.

The next second, I'm walking outside. It's only the beginning of the evening, but it's so dark... and cold. Rain is pouring. I can't see the stars. Not even the moonlight can pierce through the thick charcoal clouds.

I have no idea where I'm headed, just following my instinct. All I know is that something happened. I can feel it deep down. My life is about to take a sharp turn, and I really have a bad feeling about this.

I'm like a lost soul in a deserted town, completely alone. There should be cars at least... Country Road is usually quite busy at that time of day, but there's none.

When I reach the fields and woods, I find myself in total darkness from the absence of street lights in this area. I was stupid enough to go out without my coat, so I'm soaking wet, the wind sticking my long-sleeve tee-shirt to my skin. How could I even forget about shoes? My sock-clad feet now hurt on the cold pavement.

The ominous vibe is growing stronger, scaring me to the core, but I keep walking ahead because I have no other option. As if I could prevent events from happening. As if I could turn back time. As if I could stop the van that's going to crash into my parents' car.

Unfortunately, this dream is the same as the ones I've had before, and when I get there, it's already too late. As I reach the junction between Country Road and Lincoln, a thick smoke is escaping from both cars, one of which that I recognize as my parents' old Ford Explorer. Of course, I hurry to reach inside the dented bodywork, hoping I'll be able to save them, but the car is empty.

I can't help startling and screaming as someone suddenly brushes my shoulder, and when I spin around, it's only to meet my parents covered in blood, their faces deformed from the crash, limbs in abnormal angles, bloody tears running down their cheeks.

"Alexander... Alexander..." my mother whispers, her mouth distorted as she tries to speak.

"Traffic light... red... bad..." my father tries.

I can hardly recognize them. Their bodies have been damaged so badly.

I don't want them to die. I love them. I may haven't told them often, but I truly love them. I want to tell them they can't leave me alone, but a lump has formed in my throat and not a single word will go past my mouth. As shivers course through my body, tears run freely on my face.

"Alex... Alex... please... help..." Dad pants with a hoarse and gurgling voice.

I want to help them, but my muscles refuse to obey my brain's orders. I feel like I've been locked in a straightjacket and chained to the ground, and the only thing I manage is a scream of helplessness.

"Don't worry, Son... Everything will be alright..."

"Just be happy, Sweet Alex..." Mom cries. "Find a good husband..."