Part VI: Pop goes the… bubble?
Milo
The house was empty, but at least the worst of the drug seemed to be wearing off. I had to wonder how I’d acted in front of my foster parents. Everything must be okay, though. If they’d been really worried, they wouldn’t have gone to bed and left me on the floor. I’d have to remember the 'fairy girl' from my trip to tell them about later. Maybe we’d all laugh about it, especially the part where my foster father turned into a flower.
Luckily, I didn’t feel too tired, just overwhelmed by all that had happened. I still didn't know who’d tried to kidnap me, but that’s something for tomorrow. I thought about all the homework I had waiting, including the history quiz, and figured I’d be fine skipping that for now. If nothing else, my attempted kidnapping should get me out of some homework for a day or two at least.
I thought about peeking into my foster parent’s bedroom to see if they were there, but I figured I’d been enough of a headache for one day, and didn’t want to risk waking them up, so I climbed the stairs to my bedroom.
I quickly brushed my teeth, changed into my PJs, and crawled into bed to sleep off the rest of this crazy day. My eyes had just closed when I heard a loud shattering of glass.
As my eyes rapidly flew open, I found the same pair from earlier in the day crawling in through my window. SHIT!! Not Again!! I jumped out of bed, dashed down the stairs, and into my foster parent’s bedroom. I expected to find them sleeping, but the room was empty except for an eerie bluish light hovering over their bed.
I heard the kidnappers coming down the stairs, and without thinking, I rushed toward the bed hoping to jump across to the other side and hide. The moment I jumped, the light expanded, embracing me.
Once again, the world swirled around me, but this time instead of knocking me out, I stayed awake. Unfortunately, I crash landed so hard in the bizarre landscape that I hurt my ankle. The air was thin and even in the dark, I could see the shapes of the mountain tops around me, telling me I was high up in some mountain range.
The little fairy girl with pointy ears wasn’t anywhere to be seen, but a great lake stretched before me. There were several flowers, like the lotus Mr. Beecham turned into, bobbing on top of the water.
I have no idea what got into me, maybe fear of the two kidnappers finding me, but without thinking about the cold, I jumped into the lake. I’d no sooner ducked below the surface before the flowers began to take shape turning into human…well, not really. They all had pointy ears like the fairy girl. For some reason, I didn’t feel like I needed to take a breath, which told me I was still on the bizarre drug trip. I decided to just see what happens next.
One of the nearby flower people took my hand and drew me deeper into the depths. The lake was extremely deep, but in the darkness, I saw a blue light, not unlike the one I’d seen when Mr. Beecham was doing his lotus trick, and also like the one hovering over the bed that engulfed me.
The light grew and grew the closer we got until it filled my vision entirely. The person drawing me down into the depths hesitated outside what looked to be a bubble, then, after glancing my way, pushed me forward then retreated.
I heard a slight popping sound as I passed through the bubble’s wall. Surprisingly, the water disappeared, and I was standing on dry land. looking around me as several people stared my way. Amongst them were my foster parents, Mrs. and Mr. Beecham.
Next Week: Follow the story as Milo slowly begins to accept his reality... |
