Homecoming
810 Words
POV: Genevieve
I don't know what's wrong with this car ride. I feel like I'm being pulled in multiple directions. For someone who has traveled all over the country by vehicle, I should be just fine, right? I feel myself drifting off to the dream world as I lay my head on the window. Closing my eyes and giving into exhaustion, I feel like I'm flying. Then everything is bright and I realize I'm having the same dream I have every year on my birthday. I'm not scared of it anymore. It feels like a message I don't understand. Like its in code.
-The Dream-
The crisp morning air of fall blows through the willow trees. I stared out into the distance on my balcony, feeling eyes on me. As I looked out, I saw a man, he must be the eyes I felt. He holds out his hand as if he wants me to come to him, but I start feeling the stone beneath my feet vibrate. I heard a crash and then multiple screams. I looked back at the man and he was now yelling but I cannot decipher what he was saying. His panicked blue eyes were pleading with me to come to him. I turned to see a baby in a white bassinet with pink bows lining it and a sense of severe protection. The need to get this baby to safety consumed me. I picked the baby up and a pink mist surrounded us while I heard a foreign language being chanted.
-End of Dream-
I woke up with a quick breath and a very annoyed facade. Why can I never figure out that dream? I know the man is my father, but why was he pleading for me to come to him and why was there a baby? The only reason I knew it was my father is because my mom had shown me their photo album. I've never seen him in real life. My mom told me he died in an accident 6 months after my birth, but I think she’s covering something up about it, considering she always looks down and bites her lip which are two of her tells when she is lying. I heard my mom clear her throat and turn to look at her. "Yes mama?" I asked.
"Sweet girl, we're almost there and there is something I would like to talk to you about," Mama replies.
"Okay mama I'm listening." I said
"This place here is where you were born baby, but bad things have happened since then and i needed to take you far away from here until it was safe," she pauses to look at me, to see if I'm listening. As she realizes I am, she continues "You're about to turn 18 in just a few days here on the full moon and i would like to address that there will be plenty of changes to yourself and the environment around you. I want you to remember these words when you feel everything coming at you a mile a minute got that baby?" She looks over again with a serious look in her eye and I know she's not foolin around. "Yes mama I trust you with everything in me." I genuinely respond. "Listen baby and remember it, quando vera regina surgit, alum minuet. When the full moon rises you will know what this means, baby okay?" she spurts. I just nodded my head and continued to look out the window pondering her words. That language is the same language I had heard in that dream. We're driving in the middle of nowhere, it seems, but I feel the road change and it looks like stone rather than pavement, pine trees are all around us with the sun peaking through just a bit. I feel that sensation again, but this time it's pulling me forward and I start to feel belonging. Like I'm meant to be in this place. I roll the window down and stick my head out like a fellow golden retriever enjoying the ride. My mom giggles and turns on my favorite song. The Tide Is High by Atomic Kitten. The belonging sensation gets stronger as I see what looks like a castle remodeled in front of us. I turn my head to the woods and see rubbled stone between the trees and my curiosity peaks. As we pulled up to the beautiful marbled castle, I looked at my mom wide-eyed. "Are we staying here mama?" I asked. She just smiles and nods her head at my excitement. I don't know what it is about this place, but I feel deep in my bones that something is going to happen. I don't know what, and I hope that it's going to be the best thing that's ever happened to me.
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