ENTHRALLED OBSESSION.
Hunter lay cocooned in the warmth of his silky sheets, and stared through the open curtains. Shafts of red seeping through the sky, it looked in pain, bloody.
He jumped swiftly up out of his king sized bed, startled by the dark figure approaching him from a distance.
“Coffee Sir. Goodwin?” – Finny, our butler.
“Good writhing Fin, one of these days you’ll sure scare me to my death.”
“Sorry sir.”
Hunter sauntered around, finding only one matching sock, a tee and a pair of jeans. Throwing them on, he quickly splashed his face with wintry water, tossing various clothing into his rugged bag and darted out the door, with not even a goodbye or even a simple gesture to Finney.
The air outside was baffling. The sweet smell of the morning dew, and feel of the wind as it danced through your hair. Seth, Lucas, Cohen and Reece were already outside waiting. Seth, with his hooked nose which overhung his chin with dirty blonde hair, leaned into the car. Hs scrawny hands deepened in his fleece coat and his eyes were slightly shut. He looked as if the morning dawn had crept up on him unaware.
“Sorry I overslept guys.” Hunter exclaimed as he strolled to the back end of the Volkswagen and effortlessly opened the trunk of the worn down car and chucked in his duffel bag.
“Next time, be bright eyed and bushy tailed by 8:00, alright Hunter?” Lucas whispered, noticing how Seth had fallen asleep. That was Lucas alright. He always had something to say no matter where or what about.
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They were driving for quite a while when the downpour had abruptly started thrashing, shattering against the fibreglass windows of the fatigued Volkswagen.
“Break, away from everybody, Break, away from everything!”
Hunter tried to tune out Reece’s horrific singing, although no one could break it to him, and focused on the road, the yellow and white lines being camouflaged by what seemed like a hurricane flying around outside. Suddenly, out of nowhere a transport truck was bearing there way. Hunter got a quick glance at the humongous bulk of metal ramming into the driver side of the car and everything unexpectedly went black.
Hanging on by the thread of life, Hunter felt as though he was being pulled in many different places. He could now truly say he felt as though he was a puppet being pulled around on strings, having no control over his own body or rather his soul.
The last thing Hunter ever felt was the rain falling over his cold hardened body, which now lies in the middle of an open road; no one coming no one leaving but seems as though it’s lost a soul.
Jillian awoke in the middle of the night, breaking a sweat. She had the weirdest dream, making everything feel inadequate. She studied her surroundings. The dream was too real. “Her son Hunter had been in an accident, laying there alone and scared.”
She couldn’t believe it although it’s been 3 weeks since it’s happened. She still couldn’t lead herself to consider that this is true. She rose out of bed, a shiver running down her spine. The house was quiet too quiet. Although Hunter had been staying in their town house for college it felt as though his spirit was no longer here.
Jillian waltzed her way downstairs aimlessly. She felt so alone; Hunter had been her only son, her roommate, seeing as her and her husband had recently divorced.
By now she’s reached the coffee machine and has started her continuous morning routine. Coffee, get dressed, office, home, and repeat. How could life get any better? She knew she was kidding herself with this question and finished pouring her coffee. She felt different today. Something big was going to happen. Jill sat down at the table and pulled out the newspaper and started reading. “Same old news,” she thought to herself. When rushed knocks at the door made her jump. She glanced out the nearby window and saw a dark figure placing a box on her front door step. She waited till he fled and then headed to the door. Creaking it open she couldn’t believe her eyes.
There on the concrete front doorstep was a package addressed to her, but what was more eye-catching was the return address.
Hunter Goodwin
684 Traysten St
E1G 2B5
Her hands started trembling, making the box shake uncontrollably as she carried it over to the table where her coffee and the paper lay untouched. She felt her stomach twist as she univocally opened each flap of the brown square shaped box. She felt tears emerge as she gawked at what was inside. Held within was pictures, books, objects that all belonged to Hunter. Inside were his biking gloves, his first baseball, pictures of him and his father from when he was youngling to his older days. Now, in full blast tears she started breaking down. How she missed the days when life was simple. She fell into the chair laying her head on the table. She started thinking back of all
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