Forsaken Dreams

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I blinked a couple of times. Just to make sure. After a few moments, I went to the door and opened it. I shivered from the draft in the hallway. I went down the hall, looking for him.

He wasn’t there. I went downstairs. The stairs creaked a couple of times, but I didn’t worry. The moans of the zombies outside filled the inside of the house anyways. I don’t know why I wanted to be quiet, I just knew that I wanted to go about unnoticed, especially after what I saw.

Soon enough, I made my way to the kitchen that was stocked with food supplies. My stomach rumbled. A reminder that I still had to eat. I slowly went to the fridge, careful not to make a sound. I opened it expecting to find some orange juice. But all there was to drink were bottled water. At that moment, I couldn’t help but miss the little things. I loved orange juice, and now since the apocalypse, it seems like the little things that I didn’t care for before is all I’m going to miss now. One morning, my mother would make French toast and she would ask…

”Would you like some syrup, dear?”

“Yea sure.” I replied not looking up as I tried getting my homework done, last minute.

I saw no point in it, a point that need no further exclamation. I was smart, but I did it for two reasons. One, to keep my grades up. Two, to keep my parents happy, even though they knew my beliefs.

My mother finished making and serving breakfast.

“Where’s dad?” I asked breaking the silence.

“He already left for work.” she sighed.

“Is something wrong?”

“Oh no dear, everything is…fine.”

Which I knew was a lie. She wouldn’t pause if something really wasn’t wrong. I wish I knew what it was but if she didn’t tell me now then she didn’t want to. And I wouldn’t push on her to do so, yet.

“Okay mom…”


The memory faded leaving me back in the old modern kitchen. I sighed and took a sip of my water. I must have been too deep in thought to not realize him there.

Because there he was, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, staring at me. A smirk stretched his features.

“May I help you?”

“I’m alright, but thank you for asking.” he replied.

I glared at him, trying to give him the most deadliest look I could manage.

“We need to talk.”

Still smirking, he left the wall and pulled out a chair alongside the island and sat down.

“Proceed.” Was all he said

I smiled. Oh this is going to be fun.

I walked the small distance to the island and sat down on the chair across from him.

“For starters,” I began, trying to make myself comfortable. “What is your name?”

He was silent for a moment. Processing. It almost made me want to punch him in the face. You didn’t need to think when revealing your name.

“You can call me Kip.”

I knew it.

“No.” I said to him

“Why?”

“Because…because it isn’t your real name.”

“So?”

“Why?” I whisper. “Why is it so hard to tell me you name?”

“Its none of your business!” He yelled.

Everything went silent. Even the muffled moans outside sounded quiet.

“Its none of your business.” Kip said again, quieter this time. “Please I rather keep it this way. If you don’t mine.”

I looked down and could tell his hand was shaking. I didn’t know if it was because he was restraining himself to yell again, or because his name was a topic he didn’t like to talk about. I didn’t know why. It was just a name.

“Um. Look, I’m sorry I yelled. Its just…”

“I know.” I said, interrupting him. “I’m sorry too. It wasn’t my place to ask why. So I’m sorry." Is all I could manage to say.

He ran his hand through his dark hair and then looked at me. His deep brown eyes gazing into my green ones.

“I don’t know your name.” He finally says.

I then wonder, should I reveal my true name to him?

After a few moments, my final decision was made.

“My name is Kaelee.”

“What I pretty name. It is your real name, right?” He says smiling.

I didn’t reply. Instead, with one last glance at Kip, I left the kitchen, water bottle in hand.

“Maybe.” I said to him.
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So Amazing! :$
Kip & Kaelee.

He's keeping a secret ;)

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