The Endless Night

5th July, 2009, Montreal.I opened my eyes as the sun glows outside the window. I propped myself up on my elbows and got rid of the blanket that's burdened on me. Even though it's summer, I love cozying up in my blanket but every morning the same thing burdens up on me. I glanced at my clock on the writing table at the corner of my room and suddenly my eyes were wide open "Oh shoot! It's 9 already" I gasped. I jumped out of my bed and stumbled over nothing. After getting freshened up & dressed in gray shirt that says 'Made in 93', given to me by brother Jamie on my 17th birthday. I hurried downstairs. "Good Morning Jay" I greeted Jamie on seeing him sitting on the couch with an empty quarter-plate and left over bread crumbs. "Goof Morfing" He greeted back mouth fully, his hair scattered, almost reaching his green hazel eyes.Here is my younger brother, who just turned fifteen and He is as tall as our entrance door. He has got those majestic golden brown eyes and thick eyebrows, like

It's been three days after the funeral and dad already started preparing to leave. Dad had to leave for Canada. Being a purchasing manager at Cisco, he had urgent company affairs to meet. The rest of us were here for 2 months. Since it is legal to make changes in the Villa before retrieving the Will, Mom's idea of redecorating the place seemed quiet genuine. Dad handed handsome amount of money for it. Within a couple of weeks after dad left, all the ceilings whose paint had been worn off were painted. Chandeliers were changed and kitchen had some major changes. The Sofas arrived after being replaced by new covers with a similar design but darker shade of red by the end of the week. The tuscan style dining room and the stone columns it contained were left untouched. The other rooms have been redecorated approximately to the original wallpaper and paint colors. The two enormous chest of drawers were moved from living room to the library placing it on the right and left of the brick

29th July, 2009. Wakefield"May I help?" The counter guy's voice made me come out of my thoughts. "Umm... some extra sauces and tissues" I shifted my gaze at Chris and Hannah. He was listening to her intently as she kept speaking about Grandpa. I was just trying to stay away from that discussion as long as possible."Here" he placed on the tray beside our sandwiches. I held the tray and went back to them. "...but dad never clearly told us why we were away for so many years." I heard her informing it to ChrisHannah always thought dad had non-architectural dreams, since grandpa was quite stern maybe he couldn't see his son doing what he doesn't want him to do, so he allowed dad to fulfill his wishes somewhere else. This is just a theory that doesn't explain why he never wished to see his only son after gran passed away."Your mom must know." Chris said to her quietly. I placed food tray on the on the table. Chris glanced at me. "Took you long enough, my order turned up as well, I'll

Steven sat on a dining chair, his eyes wandered around everywhere but food in front of him. His mind was filled with so many thoughts.Never before did he thought about the things he'll go through after his papa's death. It is as if he was numb. He didn’t just lose a father, He had lost a part of himself. He thought aloud "I lost the time I had in which I could do everything for him but I didn’t."He tried to hold on but still a tear rolled down and dropped on the dining table right near the plate filled with buttered corns and a sandwich. Never have he ever felt tears after leaving childhood behind. They found their way to his eyes and now they aren't leaving. He was indulged in deep thoughts.“I wish I lived with him forever. My life, my success, my job, nothing was more important than love between me and him. I should’ve been there to take care of him even if he always wanted me away. Even if he wanted all this, I shouldn’t have left Wakefield.” A deep regret crept inside him.He g

Mom's room was unusually dim with the evening sunlight passing through the window. I moved closer to mom. Mom never turned even though I clearly sounded terrified. She doesn't seem to care at all. 'What is so fascinating about the wall' I thought. She sat still and never answered me, exactly the same way that kid who looked like Matt did. I started to feel more terrified as I took a step towards her. Suddenly the bathroom door sprung open and it was mom who came out of it. It startled me. Before my eyes scanned back towards the bed, I could sense the image of my mom sitting on a bed dissappearing quickly. No one was there. A look of shock overtook my face. A figure like mom that I had just seen was gone. Vanished like it wasn't there at all. "Dear, what happened to you? She asked seeing me covered in sweat. "I-I don't know" I said breathlessly unable to figure out what's real. "You are sweating" She quickly came closer handing me her towel "Are you alright?". I kept staring at t