Escaping the Boundaries of Reality Chapter 12Leaving Lune alone, sleeping in the cabin was much more difficult than he had originally thought. He found it hard for him to even leave the bedroom, shut the door gently and securely, let alone stepping outside with Brayden to leave. He stood outside the door and stared at it, chewing his lower lip out of bad habit, and shoved his hands into his pant pockets.
"I don't know about this. I just.. I don't feel very good about leaving him alone. I just don't want anything to happen to him." Elliot frowned, casting a look back at the cabin with every footstep he took away from it. "I don't know what I would do if I lost him because I left him alone and unprepared."
"Settle yourself, Elliot, nothing will happen to him. Besides, he is not alone. Valentino is in there with him, and he may seem like a big lump of a dog who only enjoys a pet and attention, but he is in fact far from that. He is a great guard dog as well. He has saved me from animals and people alike in his lifetime. I would trus
Escaping the Boundaries of Reality Chapter 11Elliot made a trip to the kitchen once again, bringing with him an empty glass that'd contained water not five minutes ago. He leant over the counter and sighed softly, letting the water run until it was cold enough. His fingertips chilled when he brushed them under the water to fill the glass again, but he didn't pay much attention, his mind was so busy focusing on everything else. So busy that he almost didn't notice Vali walking through the kitchen and narrowly avoided tripping over him.
"Morning Vali." he said to him, leaning down and scratching behind his floppy ears. "Lune is out back, if you're wondering."
The dog slurped up a big drink of water from his bowl before he waddled out to the back yard to find Lune, and he did so rather fast, because it wasn't even a full five minutes before Elliot heard Lune shouting in surprise. When he got outside, he found him lying on the ground with the dog on his chest and stomach, licking at his face.
"It's my fault. I told him you were out h
Defining SelfWhen the nights were too loud and he coudln't hear himself think over the shouting, the television, the angry and frightening demands, he ran.
He'd run up the fifteen stairs, skipping the eleventh that had rotting wood ready to give out, and he'd dive into his room.
He would lock the door, grab the box hidden away, and cower in his closet with it.
Tonight it was louder than ever. He tripped up the stairs, and fumbled with the lock to his door, and for a few minutes struggled to even find his treasures.
He tore the room apart, shoving clothes and books out of the way until he found the small box nestled in the corner. With trembling fingers, he reached in and plucked the tiny, ragged, lion plush from its place, and held it to his chest. As large tears fell down his face, he gripped it tighter, and raced his fingers through its mane. Its fur was all but gone, one eye was missing, and its whiskers were scratchy to his skin. It no longer smelled of fresh summer strawberries in rain, but of
Escaping the Boundaries of Reality Chapter 10Elliot couldn't run fast enough. The woods were too thick, it was too dark, no matter which way he turned and weaved, he couldn't get the two men off his tail. He wasn't alone. He squeezed Lune's hand roughly and yanked him hard to get him to keep running. "Faster!" he kept shouting, stumbling and tripping over roots, fallen trees, over his own two feet. "Run faster!" "I can't!" Lune kept shouting, choking out over his sobs, panting heavily. "I can't!" "Try dammit!" He snarled, his sweaty palm threatening to drop his grip on his friend. "You can't give up yet, we're almost away!" He made the mistake of looking back at him, and when he spun round to face forward again, he smashed into the tree, crushing his ribs in the impact, and went spiraling to the ground. He panicked, groped for Lune once he had lost him, his palm coming up empty or only full of dirt and leaves. "Lune!" He screamed, fumbling in the dark. "Lune where are you?" Nearby he heard screaming, and scrambled desperately to
Escaping the Boundaries of Reality Chapter 9The little cabin welcomed the trio in from the cold and after a moment or two, Brayden lit up the lanterns in the corners, and light was shed onto them. He ushered them in further, and quickly shut and locked the door behind them. The cabin's interior was much neater than the outside. Its floors were actually quite clean and there was only a single cobweb in the corner. Its walls were warm and inviting, and the roof over the head was a big relief to a weary traveller. There were several shelves along the walls, of course loaded to the brim with thick and thin books, old and new, as well as a few photos here and there. It was quite the surprise to see Brayden so young in some of them. He had no facial hair, no wrinkles and his eyes didn't hold the years of wisdom they did now, instead he was plump faced, grinning wide with bright, youthful eyes. There was a small table in the center of the first room, and around it were three chairs, the fourth crammed against the wall, almost in the co
Escaping the Boundaries of Reality Chapter 6True to his promise, Elliot returned to the house the next night, and then the night after, every evening he could, when the men were gone, and when he wasn't working to keep the house from falling apart.
Every night he went there, he spent hours talking with Lune, learning more about him, and why he was in the attic, who the men were. In turn, he told the boy about himself, and about his aunt, the books he loved to read, anything he thought might be interesting to tell. He'd never had friends, real friends, and it seemed to him that he and Lune were now just that. Friends. He would do anything to keep the friendship going, even if that meant sneaking into someone else's house to talk every night.
Lune was brilliant. He was smart, funny, and quiet, all of the qualities he'd once imagined into his invisible friends. He was the living, breathing flesh of a perfect friend. Every night they would sit and talk, and on a few ocassions, Elliot brought a book along with him, and they would rea