Viewer, Walker, Whisperer Chapter 4

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Chapter 4
Keri
I flopped down on my bed and closed my eyes. What was she thinking? Accepting her sister’s invitation to visit them for no reason at all just as my dreams had been stimulated again.
Okay, I know I’m being unreasonable, but I couldn’t help it. Life was a whirlpool of stress. I didn’t know where the source of my dreams were, but they’re getting out of control! I dreaded the day when I would become flecked in snow after waking up; I definitely wouldn’t be surprised.
Someone knocked at the door. I sighed and said out loud, “Come in.” Mother opened the door, her head peering around the wooden frame, and walked over to me when she spotted me lying down on the bed. I shifted over a little bit to give her some room to sit next to me.
“Honey, it’s dinner time. We have a long day tomorrow, what with visiting Aunty Mary-‘ I cut her off.
“Why are we visiting her anyway? Unless there’s some unheard of special occasion.” The tone in my voice was sarcastic; I knew for sure that there was nothing going on tomorrow. She placed both her hands on my shoulders.
“This isn’t the time to be difficult, Keri. Please.” She begged. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms in front of my chest. I wasn’t being difficult! Any normal teenage girl would have the same reactions as I have, even if she didn’t wake up from her sleep with snow under her finger nails!
But I answered, “I know, I know. I’ll go to sleep early; I’m not hungry.” Mother persisted, “But you have to eat, Keri-“ I glared at her and she immediately kept quiet.
A moment of silence passed. Finally, she got up and tucked me in, kissing my forehead. Tears welled up at the back of my eyes. Too bad her daughter had to be so imperfect. Too bad she had to deal with not knowing her daughter’s biggest secret. Too bad I was her daughter.
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I sucked in a deep breath as my mother reached out to press the doorbell. This was it. I couldn’t fall asleep. I couldn’t fall asleep. I couldn’t fall asleep.
I heard echoes inside the house and a girl—who sounded about my age—shouted, “I’ll get it!” Then, several tumbles and yells later, the door opened.
Katie stood there in the doorway, hair wild and flying. She was panting heavily. Did she run a marathon before coming or something? She grinned, but I saw that her eyes were untouched. “Hey.”
No one said anything after that. It was becoming a little bit awkward until a thin, bustling woman came to the door, hurrying us in.
“Come on, have a seat. Be comfortable, my darlings,” she said joyously, but somewhat stressfully. I saw a glare pass between her and my cousin and quickly sat down on the armchair next to the sofa. Why did they have so many seats if the two of them lived alone?
But of course, I didn’t dare ask that question. Why attract attention to yourself unnecessarily? Especially if you had some super power to get snow all of yourself.
My father cleared his throat and gave me a ‘do what you’re supposed to’ look. I rolled my eyes. What I was supposed to do was stay in Katie’s room with Kevin until they called us down.
“Um, can we see your room, Katie?” Katie hesitated, then blinked slowly. “Yeah, sure.” She smiled, though she didn’t look comfortable with that option.
Both me and Kevin went upstairs and into her room.
It was still the same—the pink wallpaper with unicorns rode by princesses on it. The furniture didn’t change either. In fact, everything still remained very much the same besides a couple furniture shifts. Except, of course, her one dresser that Kevin and I had accidentally broken two years ago.
I’d hoped she had forgotten that incident, but now, as we entered the room, I wasn’t so sure. All of her furniture had been chained; she looked a little embarrassed at that. I grinned encouragingly and she raised her chin, looking me in the eye. Yes, she hadn’t forgotten.
I sighed silently and walked towards her bed. She raised her arms out and I raised an eyebrow. “Um, can I sit?” Her voice was resigned when she spoke, “Go ahead.”
Kevin looked around the room, smirking. I had no idea for what, but it annoyed me thoroughly. Wasn’t it bad enough that he had to ignore me at school for some stupid reason that even I didn’t know of? Did he have to be so proud all the time?
I was suddenly so sick and tired of everything! Why did we have to come here? What the heck did my parents want that had to involve my cousin? Why had all of us grown so much that nothing was ever complete without the awkwardness anymore? Why, why, why?
All these questions, running through my head, answer-less. And I couldn’t possibly expect anyone to be able to actually answer them; these weren’t questions my parents or, in fact, any adult would be able to reply to with the usual ‘Google it, honey’.
A simple Google search couldn’t fix everything—damn, it couldn’t even fix anything! I sighed again. Just then, Kevin piped up, “So, you still like unicorns?”

--Viewer, Walker, Whisperer