numb heart // enoch o'connor

12 // 17th

the children and miss peregrine was in the theatre room. horace wore his eye piece and his dreams started showing up.

horace was dreaming of himself, buying new suits and leaving the store. the dream changed. it was a girl, playing guitar and children listening to her. and it changed again. it was raining, and a boy jumped the window.

"that's enough, children." said miss peregrine and horace took off his eye piece.

the children stood up and went upstairs, leaving the older peculiars.

"i'll go." said agatha, cutting the silence the two 'couples' are sharing.

she went upstairs and entered her room. she locked it and sat down the bed.

she stared at her backpack. she wore it and opened her door. she went downstairs silently, and left.

* * *

"midget, wake up." nick said, shaking his sister.

"what?" said agatha and she sat up. she looked at the surroundings, she was at their apartment. she was wearing pajamas and a shirt from nick's wardrobe.

"am i just here or i just got here?" asked agatha confusedly.

"you're here, you came back like, hours ago?" said nick.

"what? so that means it wasn't a dream?" asked agatha.

"yes, midget." said nick, "good thing you came back, because it's a special day."

"brothers' day?" asked agatha sarcastically.

nick snorted, "no? but i would appreciate that."

"so what day is it today?" asked agatha.

nick looked at his sister weirdly. "it's been like days that you've been waiting for this..."

"wait, it's the day that i could get to sleep all day?" asked agatha.

"no, it's your birthday. happy 17th, miss oblivious."

agatha smiled bigger, as she remembered. "oh yeah!"

nick laughed, "c'mon, let's eat breakfast."

jacob went back to 2016, and directly went to their apartment.

he saw his father and went beside him.

"look who's here." said franklin portman as he noticed his son is beside him.

"hey dad..." said jacob.

"go take a shower, we're going somewhere."

jacob's eyes widen. they might be going back to florida. "where exactly?"

"we're going to your friend's birthday."

* * *

"hey you haven't give me my gift!" said agatha jokingly as she sat in the sofa.

"later." said nick as he opened the fridge and took out a small cake.

"what's with all these food? am i having an advance debut?" said agatha, looking at her outfit in the body mirror near the dining room. she was wearing a white shirt and a black, plain jumper skirt.

"no? i invited someone." said nick.

"who? your imaginary girlfriend?" said agatha jokingly.

nick sighed, "if you're going to tease me, i'm not giving my gift."

agatha pouted, "aw, i want that gift!"

"then—" nick was cut off by a knock on their door.

"then?" asked agatha.

"open the door." said nick as another knock disturbed their talking.

agatha walked and opened the door, revealing jacob and his dad.

"hey jacob, mister portman." said agatha as she smiled at them.

"agatha, please call me franklin." said mr. portman as he smiled.

"sure thing! anyways, come in..." said agatha as they came inside and closed the door. franklin portman sat down the couch and looked at his phone, while jacob approached agatha.

"happy birthday!" said jacob as he hugged agatha.

they broke the hug quickly, "thanks jake."

jacob looked at agatha and asked, "how old are you now?"

agatha looked at him weirdly, "didn't i tell you my age?"

"no?"

"i'm seventeen." said agatha, as they heard nick called for her.

she went to see nick and he hugged her.

"why are you being a big softie now?" asked agatha.

"can't i be a softie?" asked nick and agatha laughed, "you're almost my age."

"i'm seventeen and you're like, nineteen?"

nick laughed, "just call them."

agatha came back to the living room, calling the two portman, and they went to the kitchen.

they ate happily, chatting with each other, laughing and giving their best wishes to agatha.

this was the best birthday that agatha had ever since her mum died.