A Promised Neverland

Restless Dreams

Chapter 3: Restless Dreams

So that abandoned house was David's house.

When I heard about the elderly couple who raised the white wolf, David, I couldn't help myself to wonder, why?

Why do they need to leave this town just because their pet wolf died?

However, just as how fast the thought crossed my mind, it was just as fast as I shake the thought off of my head.

Do I still really need to ask that? That was very insensitive of me.

Of course they must had really loved the white wolf. Perhaps they even raised the white wolf as though it was their child.

I'm sure the elderly couple were very disheartened and hurt of the wolf's death.

I wonder what would I feel if I never lost my memories of that summer ten years ago. What would I feel if I found out that the wolf died? Will I be as disheartened as the elderly couple? I wonder if I would cry.

I closed my eyes before weakly exhaling a sigh.

Upon closing my eyes, I was instantly greeted by the darkness and the memory of this afternoon crossed my mind. The male person that I saw at the second floor of the abandoned house pestered me once again.

I gritted my teeth.

Ha, damn.

This past few days, I noticed that I have been thinking of too many unnecessary things.

Those certain thoughts never once left my head even as I slowly drifted to sleep.

"What are you doing here?"

Everything was dark and the only thing that resembles that of light is the person standing behind the window, watching the overlooking view of the town's lights from the second floor of the house.

David's room has the most beautiful location since their house is located near a cliff. I like it, just as much as David, specially when we stand behind his window and watch the town below the cliff.

The view was magnificent.

David didn't answered me. He didn't even move to acknowledge my presence unlike usual.

I took a determined step, not quite liking it how he doesn't pay me any attention. I hate it when people just ignores me.

"I asked you David. Why are you here?"

I have no idea where this dangerous and scary emotion within my chest even came from. I don't know the reason why I am angry at David.

The wind howl and whistled.

Long silver hair fluttered in the air, resembling that of a silver thread gracefully dancing whilst lustering the soft glow of the moon.

Strangely, I openly accepted the warm sensation inside my chest. The mere sight of his fluttering silver hair made the little monster within my chest violently flutter.

Something, akin to that of a whisper was carried by the air and was gently delivered into my ear.

I stood unmoving, not understanding what it was that David had said. But then he repeated those words and this time I understood and heard it well.

"I'm here to make you remember."

I was confused. Remember what?

"David what are you talking about?"

He didn't answer and merely lifted his head to stare at the glowing celestial objects at the night sky.

I creased my brows.

"David look at me and answer me properly!"

It was as though he was taken aback by my words. I could see how his body became stiffed as though contemplating whether to do what I want or to remain having his back facing me instead of his face.

Ironically, in spite of the anger burning within my chest, the feeling of anticipation from seeing his face was far dangerous and burning, giving my heart even more damage and burns more than the anger I'm feeling right now.

And when David finally faced me properly, I don't why I even felt something so scary just now.

His face was like that of a lulluby that made my heart stopped its violent beating within my chest. His ambiguous pair silver eyes that looks so much like the moon instantly shut me up.

His complexion was even whiter than mine. David is taller and even with his silver hair reaching his waist, he looks even more manlier than me.

The moon glowed behind him and it made him look even more beautiful than ever. His pair of silver eyes are glowing, staring at me as though there was nothing right in front of him but me.

That looks on his face made me feel special, because it was as though he thinks of me as his world.

Even ever since the first time I saw him, I always think that David and the moon seems to be a part of each other. They both glow so softly.

"I told you I am here to make you remember."

"Remember, you say." I set the admirations I feel for him aside and instead glared at him. "But David I didn't forgot anything."

"Oh, are you sure, An?"

I was really confused why he keeps on insisting that he is here to make me remember. Have I really forgotten something? David is not a person to do something without any proper reason.

I balled my fist and walked towards him. When I arrived in front of him, I stared straight at those silver pair of eyes that resembles the glowing moon that reigns over the dark sky right at this moment.

"Then tell me David, what is it that I have forgotten?"

A sudden emotions took over those ambiguous pair of silver eyes.

It was longing.

David stared at me longingly as though he haven't seen me for so long. As though we have been apart from each other for a long time.

David reached for my face with one hand, gently stroking and caressing my face. His other hand balled on his side as though holding himself back from doing something else.

I couldn't stop myself from slightly leaning on his warm palm.

David is warm. David is comfortable.

"Your promise An."

I stared at him and pulled myself from his warmth.

"What?"

"Your promise An, that's what you have forgotten."

I creased my brow, not letting my eyes stare at something else other than him.

"Then why don't you just tell me what this promise is?"

He shake his head. And with a small smile on his lips he said:

"I can't. You need to remember it yourself, An."

"But---"

I was still about to complain to his weird ways of doing things when his other hand reached for my eyes and covered it. Then I felt him leaned closer, his mouth slightly brushing against my ear.

"Find me An, and you will remember."

Find him? Sometimes I don't really understand how mysterious and hard to understand this person can be.

"Find you? What are you talking about?"

"Find me, An."

I pulled his hand away from my eyes and angrily glared at him.

"David---"

I was surprised when I was suddenly pushed, and before I knew it, I already fell onto the cold floor.

I gasped.

Before I could even complain and stand up a sudden force has already landed on my chest. Successfully enabling mo to move and struggle.

When I looked at what was on my chest, I realized it was a pair of paws covered in white silvery fur.

I looked up to the owner of those paws. My heart violently hummering within the safety of my chest.

It's a huge white wolf.

"David---" the huge white wolf brought its face to my neck. I could feel its warm breath on that certain part of my body. Then it opened its mouth and a slippery and wet tongue slithered out of its mouth, licking at my neck as though it wanted to taste me.

"David what are you doing!"

I tried to pushed David off of me but David just put an even more dominating strength to his paws, rendering me unmoving on the floor.

David growled at my face and that successfully shut me up. Then he leaned back to my neck. When I felt something sharp and hard slightly grazed my neck I started to trash around, screaming at David to stop whatever it is that he plans to do.

But then David didn't stop and soon I felt his sharp teeth sinking into my warm flesh.

I screamed in pain and immediately touched my neck where the white wolf had bitten me.

I was covered in sweat and I could feel my heart violently hummering within my chest as though it wanted to kick its way out of it.

As soon as I opened my eyes the sunlights slipping past those fluttering curtains greeted me. I was momentarily blinded by the light. When my eyes finally got used to it, I brought my hand in front of my face, looking for any trace of blood.

However I found none and I realized that it was just all a f*****g dream.

Damn it. Why do I even need to dream such scary and strange dream?

After so long--- after so many months of not appearing in my dream, that white wolf would then appear now in that way.

And why do I even dream of that wolf again?

"Damn. It's your fault David!"

I was surprised of myself and had gone unmoving for a few seconds before I managed to regain myself.

David...

Damn, I even spoke his name as though I knew him.

And come to think of it, that Albino guy in my dream and the white wolf, I both called them David.

Ha... I think I'm starting to become crazy.

Two days later and I now look like a damn zombie. The bags under of my eyes were dark and my eyes were bloodshot.

The reason?

Well, it's no other than the same dream that would always pester me in my sleep every f*****g time that I close my eyes and plan to rest.

I exhaled a sigh, frowning over every single strange thing that keeos on happening to me.

"Andrew, honey, are you okay?"

I looked at Mom and smiled at her.

"Yes Mom. Just sleepy."

I'm thankful she didn't ask me any further. She reached for my hand as though comforting me.

"You should take more care of yourself, Andrew."

"Yes. Sorry for worrying you Mom."

Mom and Dad decided that we should all just spend another week at Grandma's place. I didn't complain because I like it in here just as much as them. It just bothers me how frequent that same dream appears in my head whenever I sleep as though it wouldn't leave me as long as I don't f*****g do whatever it is that the dream wants me to.

That night, in fear of seeing the same Albino guy and white wolf for who knows how many times, I didn't dare fall asleep and instead awaited for the clock to strike nine, making sure everyone is asleep before I make my way down the stairs and out of the house.

I walked the same path that I used the other day. And it's not long before I saw the same abandoned house as before.

The silver moonlight made the place more enchanting, as though it was from a fairytale adorned with the nature's natural beauty.

Only if I am not in such a hurry and if only I didn't went here because of some strange dream, I would take my time watching this scenery, engraving everything into my mind so that I could paint it when I came back home.

I walked past the rusty gate and towards the front door of the abandoned house. When I arrived in front of it, I remembered that it was locked the other day. But still, I tried my luck and reached the door knob, and strangely, the moment I pushed the door open I found out it was not unlocked.

The slow movement of the door opening made a creaking sound that made shiver run all over my body.

I couldn't help but to doubt my reasoning of coming here. If I go inside, would it really make the dream stop?

I could still go back. I don't need to do this.

'But no. If I don't do this, the dream won't stop pestering me. Maybe if I could convince the me who maybe still yearns for the wolf that it was already dead, maybe I wouldn't dream of the white wolf anymore.'

I am aware that that reason was king of stupid because why would I even dream of something I don't even know? Nevertheless, I still didn't go back to my Grandma's house and instead chose to suffer in this scary place.

With that in mind, I willed my feet to walk even further into the darkness.

The windows of this house were all large and were all made out of glass, and so, the moonlights slipping through those glass windows helped me to see through this darkness.

When I realized I don't even know where to go I stopped on my track. I cleared my throat and with my ever so trembling voice, I said:

"H-Hello? Is someone here?"

I waited for an answer but there was none. But if there's no one in here, then who unlocked the door?

I shivered with that thought.

Fuck, don't think of anything else, Andrew.

Then I remembered the male person I saw the other day. He was standing behind a window at the second floor.

I looked at the grand staircase in front of me that leads to the second floor of the house.

"I'll just do this quickly. Then I will go back to my room and sleep."

I slowly walked up the stairs, observing my sorroundings as I walk up the second floor.

I'm not certain if it was merely a work of my imagination or what but I feel like I am watched.

Upon arriving at the second floor of the abandoned house, I swallowed my saliva out of fear. My eyes roamed the place where I see nothing but darkness.

The darkness that have no end looms everywhere, awaiting the right time to devour me.

"Hello?"

I called out once again but just like the first time, there was no answer.

I walked further into the darkness, accepting the freezing temperature in here. It's as though everything were void of life, and that makes me uneasy.

In the corner of my eyes, I saw something moved. I turned around just in time to caught a glimpse of a long silver hair. Just like in those endless dreams, it fluttered like a silver thread, dancing in the rhythm of the wind.

Then it disappeared from my sight.

I couldn't move.

Am I still dreaming? Or am I not?

My first step was contemplating, doubting if I even need to see that person personally just to rest my mind and test my sanity, because I think, if I see the owner of those silver thread-like hair, I wouldn't be able to forget it that easily.

But then, it's not like something bad is going to happen, right?

So maybe just a glimpse is fine. I need to see what it was. I need to find out whether it was just a part of my imagination or not.

I ran after the owner of the silver hair. In spite of the darkness that renders me almost blind, the soft glow from the moonlight slipping through the glass windows somehow helped me see through this darkness.

When I finally could see the white hair again, I tripped against something. I immediately regain my balance and had successfully avoided falling onto the cold floor.

However, I realized that I lost sight the person with a long white hair again.

"Wait!"

I turned left to where I think it was headed but I couldn't see that person anywhere anymore.

I panted and looked around. When I was about to turn the opposite direction, I caught a glimpse of a very familiar door.

There was a wooden plate hanging on front of the door.

I nervously walked towards the door and reached for the wooden plate. The surface of the wooden plate was rough against my soft fingertips.

A name was carved on it in a way you would easily know that it was made by a child.

David

...David?

Then, this room must be that David's room.

A wolf has its own room? Ha, what a lucky pet.

And then realization strucked me.

Grandma said that the elderly couple's children were all grown up and were all living in the city when David was still here. If that's true, then who was the kid who made this wooden plate? And who the hell was that Albino person in my dream?

Damn, I think I'm having a headache just thinking about this things.

Realizing that thinking too much wouldn't do me anything good, I decided to just open this door and check if that person with the long silver hair is here.

The door wasn't locked so I easily entered the room. Even with the darkness lessening my ability to see the whole room properly, I know it is spacious.

And it looks really familiar.

The window, the bed, the cabinets, and even the toys scattered around the room, littering the wooden floor boards.

Everything looks so similar to that room in my dreams.

I stepped inside whilst my eyes roamed the entire place. I walked towards the glass window and pulled the curtains aside.

The moonlights immediately slipped through the window's glass, illuminating the entire room with a faint light.

This is crazy.

...how?

Then I realized my parents' and grandparent's words. They said I used to always spent my time in this house. If that's true, then perhaps this room was where I always play with the white wolf.

Then does that mean I nkw slowly regaining my memories back?

I was so immersed in my thoughts I didn't even noticed the person who silently walked towards me.

And when I noticed him, it was already too late.

An Albino guy had already encircled his arms around me from behind. One of his hands was caressing my chest whilst the other one reached for my chin, tilting it upwards.

Our eyes met on the glass window.

His a striking silver, and mine a dark brown.

Then he leaned on my ear, whispering gently as though he was talking to a child--- no, it was as though he was talking to his lover.

"You found me, An."