And So It Begins

Sorry if this is rough and's not editied AT ALL. So it probably sucks, but I promised I wouldn't edit until Nano was over, so December. So sorry hah.

“Skylar, I sense you are not listening to my message. It’s very important you do. I need your help. I’m counting on you Skylar, Skylar…”

My body jolted awake, full of fear and confusion. I felt my head, I was sweating. I had to figure out what these nightmares were; I mean, they couldn’t mean anything could they? But then again, if they really did, I could be putting my brother in even more danger than he is in now- and that’s a lot. If I was going to go through with this, I was going to have to convince my mom to let me go – and it would be hard, even with her knowing she would be coming with me. But with Luke in danger, who knows what she would say. Sometimes things change when lives are at risk, and I was going to have to hope these were one of those times. I took a deep breath, and prepared myself for what I was about to do.

“Mom!” I ran into my mom’s room, attempting to awake her. She didn’t budge, being the deep sleeper she was.
“Hey, mom!” I yelled a bit louder, while also trying to shake her awake.

“What do you want, Skylar?” She moaned, clearly still half asleep.

“Wake up, I need to talk to you.”

“Alright, I’m up. Now what do you need to talk to me about?” My mother sat up.

“I’ve been hearing things, in my dreams,” I took a deep breath before continuing, “from Luke. He’s saying he needs help and he wants me to go rescue him. That I have a year.”

“Sweetie, I wouldn’t worry about it, you’re probably just dreaming these things because you miss him. You only hear his voice because you long to hear it again.”

“No, you don’t understand. It’s so real, I can’t take the chance. Maybe he really needs me!”

My mom sighed before answering me, “Ifs he did need you, do you think he would be able to communicate through dreams? It’s just not normal.”

“Mom, I know! Think about it this way. If you were the one getting these dreams would you ignore the chance to save your son. It’s not like I’m going out by myself, you’ll be coming!”

“I can’t say that I wouldn’t do anything, but this does not make sense what so ever.”

“Maybe it doesn’t, but who’s to say there aren’t things out there that are yet to be explained. Of course there are, and I’m not going to leave this room until you agree with me.” I said, almost amazing myself of what I thought of in response. I had always been bad at comebacks, but there was no way she could argue with this one.

“Okay, talk to me about it in the morning and we’ll get it worked out.” She said, and I squealed in joy. I knew she was only saying this to get me to go back to sleep, but right now, I would take anything I could. Besides, tomorrow I could hold it against her and make her feel guilty. If that didn’t work, I could always bring out my acting skills.


“Skylar, like I said last night, you’re only hearing it so clear because you miss your brother. Your brain makes up for that.”

“Let me get this straight. There’s a chance to get your son back, and you would rather sit back and ignore it? Maybe you’re part of the gang.” I said plainly, knowing that would get her going.

“Skylar how dare you say that to me!”

“Well, maybe it’s true” I said, while starting to cry. At first the tears were fake, but they soon turned into real tears. If my brother died, I would feel responsible. I knew I shouldn’t because I wasn’t the one who got him captured or the one that was testing his abilities, but I felt as it was my duty to save him; or at least attempt to. If I didn’t, it would make me feel as though I had a part in his death, and I wouldn’t be able to live with that the rest of my life.

“And you promised” I sniffed.

“Please don’t cry Skylar. We have nowhere to sleep, how would we do this?”
“I’ll think of something. I’ll lead so if we get lost it’s my fault! I’ll pack food and money and plan everything. Please!’ I begged.

“Okay, deal. Start planning.”
I starting jumping up and down like a 5 year old, and then I ran over to my mom to give her the biggest hug I had ever given anyone in my life.

Before I went to go pack everything up, I decided to do something I thought was very necessary in this moment. I had to pray to god. I got down on my knees, places my hand together and thought about what to say for a moment. When I knew, I quietly mumbled it, so that only god and I could hear it.

Dear God,

First of all, thank you for making my mom agree to this, even if it did take a bit of convincing. I need to ask one thing of you though, and I hope that it isn’t too much. I need to ask you to make sure everything goes okay. Let my mother and I be safe, and please let the plan work. In return I will be a better and more responsible person.


Pleased with what I had said, I got back up, and started to plan out what I would need for the trip.

First, I got a piece of parchment and a pen, and made a checklist of things I thought we would need.

·         Money

·         Clothing

·         Weapons for self-protection

·         Food and water

·         Medicine

·         Other basic necessities (eg: shelter, map)

When I was done with that, I found a few old containers, a pillowcase, and a luggage that I could use to put things in.  Running to my room, I packed all my outfits, and then my moms. Luckily we didn’t have too many, so I was able to fit them all into suitcase – with the exception of a shirt or two. The next thing I needed was money, and since I had none of that, I was going to have to ask my mom for help on this. I circled it and wrote myself a note to ask later. For now, I should do the things I could do on my own. I quickly scanned the list one more time; deciding what I could do, and what would have to wait. Weapons my mom would have to handle, I could get food, water, and medicine, and shelter was to be taken care of during the trip. I ran back downstairs to find some non-perishable foods I would be able to pack for the trip. Cereals, water, crackers, cheese, nuts, peanut butter, and more were fit into containers and thrown into the pillow case. I threw all of our medicines into the bag, and then checked the items I had completed off the list. That meant all I had to do now was the money and weapons.

“Mom!” I called, searching around for her. It shouldn’t be that hard, we do have a tiny house after all.

“Yes, what do you need Skylar?” She asked, seeming to appear out of nowhere.

“Uhm, I’ve got the food, clothing and medicine. Will you help me with the money and weapons for protection?”

“I thought you said you were doing this by yourself?”

“But I- I don’t have any money, and weapons are dangerous…”

My mom laughed, “I’m just joking. Of course I’ll help you. Now how much money do you think we’ll need?” 

I shrugged, having not the slightest idea. “I don’t know mom, it’s for a whole year, so a lot?”

“Well, do you think we are really going to do this for a whole year, or try for a month and give up or find him sooner?”

“We’ll try the whole year we have to, right?” I asked, making sure that it was okay with my mom. She had agreed to try, I didn’t want to push her any further, or she might not even let us go at all.

“We’ll see, only time can tell. Maybe you and I will feel more or less confident once we start, and then we can make the decision. Okay?”

“Okay,” I replied, that was reasonable enough.

My mom then proceeded to take out a wad of money and throw it into the pouch.

“That should be good” My mom smiled at me, trying to make me feel better.

“…And weapons, why do we need them?” My mother asked.

“For self-protection, you never know what you might run into out there.”

My mother raised an eyebrow at me, “Where you got such good survival skills, I’ll never know” she half said, half mumbled to herself.

“The school has an extracurricular class on it. It’s really fun.”

“Okay…” my mother laughed, “now what should we bring for weapons?”

I thought for a minute, before coming up with a few ideas.

“A gun, definitely a gun. We might also want to take a knife, but have some sort of cover over it, so we don’t cut ourselves. Oh, and I forgot with medicine, we will need bandages to cover up a wound we might get!” I was rambling on now, getting excited that I knew exactly what to do. The plan was going to go perfectly, I just knew it.


“Ready to go?” My mom asked me, while she made the final adjustments to the bag. She places them in an old wheelbarrow we had and had never used. We were going

to have to take turns pushing it, as it would be very heavy, but saving Luke was inspiration to keep going.

“I was born ready!” I smiled at my mom, anxious to take the first step on this year long journey to save my brother. We would succeed, as I would never let us fail.

“Hey Sky, Sky’s mom. What you doing? Why do you have that wheelbarrow?”

I grunted, frustrated, but realized I had forgotten to even tell Brooklyn what we were doing. She would have came over eventually and thought we were missing, or dead.

“Were going to try and rescue Luke, Brooklyn. I’ve been getting messages from him in my dreams and we’re going to try and find him. He told me I have a year to do it. Your probably think I’m crazy, but think what you want, I’m still going to do it.”

“I don’t think you’re crazy, but I do think it sound like a crazy good time! Can I join?”

I looked at my mom and she nodded. I smiled, happy that I was going to have a friend to keep me company during this long year.

“Okay, but you’re going to need to pack up clothes and things you need. Plus we have no room to carry them in the barrel, so you will need to find something or carry it on your own, if that’s okay with you.”

“I got stuff, be back tomorrow so I can clear stuff out with my mom and stuff!” Brooklyn replied, and ran out.

“I’m so excited I’m going to have a friend!” I yelled to my mom. I didn’t know how I hadn’t thought to ask my mom if she could come before, a year without friends is nearly impossible.

“I’m happy for you, sweetie. If she is able to come, please just make sure she doesn’t smoke or do any of her drugs on the trip. If she does, they have to be in private and far away, I hate the smell.”

“I’ll tell her mom. I’m sure she will understand.”  I said while smiling, not able to help it. This was turning out better than I thought, and it hadn’t even started yet.

The next day, Brooklyn returned with a bagful of things, being pushed by a wheelbarrow of her own.

“It’s one my mom keeps in the backyard for soil and mulch” Brooklyn said, answering my question before it was even asked.

“Ah. Oh, Brooklyn, can I talk to you in private for a minute?”

“About what?”

“Just come here” I said, walking to the other side of the room. Brooklyn came over, with a puzzled look on her face.

“My mom just wanted to say if you’re doing any drugs or anything she would rather you not, but if you have to, do them in private, she doesn’t like the smell. I have to agree with her on that one.”

“Okay, no biggy. When are we starting this party?” Brooklyn asked, a huge smile approaching her face.

“It’s not a party; it’s going to be a tough journey. We have no idea where we are going or what we are going to do.”

“I like adventure.” Brooklyn said, before skipping back over to the other side of the room with my mom.

I rolled my eyes, laughing. Brooklyn may have not always been a good kid, but she was sure interesting to hang out with. I walked over to the other side of the room to join Brooklyn and my mom.

“Okay, I think we should take a few last precationary’s. Let’s double check everything and make sure we don’t need anything else, and then we are ready to go!” I yelled, pumping my fist up at go.


The End

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