The Dream Boy

uck? Why is he st

On the rooftop in the

in a horror movie, toes curled, eyes fixed on the torso of the half-naked ghost - or whatever he was... with wet blonde hair and thos

wers. Breathing out, I walked over to him, my fingers findin

ne; they held me in my tracks. I sucked in air, and a chill wind blew

y voice betrayed the shock now evident behi

into nothingness as suddenly as the first time had left me all alone on the

looking at what seemed to be a half-naked guy with an inexplicably magnetic aura, and the next, the guy was nowhere to be s

burying my parents and leaving the familiar surroundings for a new place had made me

ered aloud, minimizing the chances of anyone hearing my thoughts so that they would not consider me a candidate for the local shr

ybe, actually, I hadn't. I needed to focus. Perhaps he was simply some weirdo who was trying to scare me, or maybe I was more tired than I thou

eyes scanned the surface of the concrete, the rather rusty railings, and anything that lay on the floor. But there was n

felt ridiculous. How could I explain this to anyone without sounding completely insane? "Yeah, well, the other day I saw a

ot upset. Despite this, there was something very deep in me, which did not allow me to let go of it. "This was not some crazy vision I was having, I could sense it." T

, how cou

the roof. Perhaps I had run out of things that could be accomplished this eveni

checked out. I just started walking. My legs started walking me back to the room

startling me. I wasn't ready to deal wit

pered, knowing that I wasn't going to like

e after leaving this house?" my

poken language and felt a sinki

said furiously. "You told me that you'll be working and b

s goi

our ass off to pay us back," my uncle's voice replaced hers, cold and unforgiv

ggled to respond, my voice hardly audible.

old me roughly, "I want yo

, panic rising in my che

ruptly hanging up, leaving m

y mind now to expect that they would at

d onto the bed and I continued to look

iberate me from the man with blue eyes, and the horrifying call from my aunt and uncle. I was alternating between what

part of my mind told me that

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something now. It's a start, though, I am still aware that there is no way that one job alo

ent as soon as it is earned. I can almost imagine them saying that louder and louder: 'More! More!' But what am I left with? I am not

times, that it is rather absurd that I continue to go up there. But it's the only place where I feel and I think about what I should have done in the past, what I am doing now, and w

erhaps I just want an excuse, but wh

htly tickling my skin. The wind is cool, rustling through my hair, but there's no sign of him-no sign of anything,

pulls me there but I can't really find a word for it, and every time I reach the address I am left alone in the dark. No one is there. Nothing

. Out there and still a little far – but with every intention of getting nearer – anticipation. I sa

e or something. I couldn't quite tell. He was fidgeting, shifting from one place to another in the manner of a man who is trying to run away from something tha

rent feeling of fascination pulling at me. Automatically my hand reached towards the necklace I wore; a feeling as if my hand would be able to grasp the situatio

him, desperate to find somewhere to hide, fast. But this guy-he was

ng his hand back. "Aren't you

know you!" I shot ba

upid now. My thoughts went on in a frenzy to find out how to console him. The next thing I knew, my hand f

e us away. He had to be stopped; there was no other way, and I took the risky decision