The art of escaping reality is something that is considered by many people impossible. Truly, it is, in fact, impossible. But whoever said it is unreachable? Escaping reality is more simplier than what most of us think. It can be as simple as glaring out the window, waiting for the last leaf of autumn to be blown away by the gusts of winter. Yes, it is quite easy to get out, but usually the ones who get out never gets in again. It could be because they planned to stay out forever. But what about the ones who never planned and was just in it for fun? They could just be 'enticed', or rather, 'lured in'.
Who knows?
Me, I never wanted to be 'enticed', but I have to. I need to find someone. Someone I've lost along the treacherous way in reality. That's why now, I wonder through worlds and universes, created by either talented or mad people who weave parallel realities in ink and paper. Through the words they write, I make a path. A quite a haphazard path, apparently. A path that may lead me to my death or to 'her'.
>>Prologue of Reality<<
"Well? Well? Well?" Len jumps in his computer chair like an excited child showing his first drawn picture to his mother.
"You're mad," Amalia smirks to her delight. "You know that, right?"
Len frowns. "Such a killjoy," he murmurs away.
"Hey, I can't help it if you sound so philosophical to me." She continues putting lotion onto her slender legs of pinkish white, not bothering the disturbed look of her older brother. "Okay, I admit, I'm not the best person to show your stories to. And I don't have that knack most of our relatives do. But I do understand the drama you want to sprinkle in your story," She says, getting all artistic in the last sentence.
"Okay..." Seeing his younger sister not bothered by his glare, he goes right back to face his computer. "Oh, and could you please not do that in my room? I'd be more than happy if you did."
"You called me here, could you blame me?" Amalia's indifferent tone makes the awkward atmosphere look like a typical scenario in any household of three.
This only makes Len more disturbed and resist not to look behind to her sister's long, flawless legs that sit on his messy bed. He tries to straighten himself up and get his draft done before noon, but the sound of Amalia's hands sliming her skin with something he finds so vile is making his head fill with many kinds of dirty thoughts. This, for him, only makes matters worse.
"What time is it?" She asks innocently, finished with her task at hand.
"6:33. Why?"
"Really?!" She exclaims, "It's so early~!" She lets herself fall onto the pillow that smelled just like her brother's shampoo and curls around it like a child hugging a huge teddy bear.
Hearing her getting all cozy in his bed, he sighs in discomfort and lets his head roll up to the ceiling, leaving his gaping mouth open at the monitor. "Lia, if you're gonna snooze off the whole morning, do it in your own room."
She squeezes the pillow hard, burying her face deeper into it, "I dou' wanna," her muffled voice sounds childish.
"Lia," He looks onto his childish sister and sees her even pulling his thick, creased blankets over her small body. Annoyed, he calls out for his Dad, "DAAD!!!"
And the poor sleepy lady is dragged out of his room in an instant.
>>A Typical Miller Morning<<
"Breakfast is served~!" Their Dad would always say with their plates balanced on both his palms.
"Yey~! Eggs!" Amalia claps her hands in delight like when she was still six. From ever since she can remember, breakfast was always never complete for her without eggs.
Dad slips their plates on either sides of the table in front of them, then he goes and turns to the counter to prepare their hot chocolates. "Amalia," Dad calls as he pours the steaming liquid onto the mug, "Why are you in Amadeus's room again?"
Len chokes on his wheat bread, "Dad, don't call me by my second name! It sounds geeky!"
"Hey, I named you that so don't get all cocky about it."
"He called me," Amalia sings with her mouth crammed with food, "In the middle of the night he said! And he expect me to be there~!"
"I called you by cellphone on 6:30 in the morning!" He protests.
Dad slides the mugs towards the bickering siblings and the two catches it with ease. "Why did you call her?" He sits down with the two on the table. "And Amalia, didn't I told you no more sleeping in your brother's room? Don't tell me you're still scared of the willow tree outside your window."
She gulps the drink down like lukewarm water and says, "Hell no! That tree don't scare me anymore! And besides," She lowers her voice, "I didn't slept with him, he just wanted my opinion on his stupid story."
Len glances an offended look on her.
"Story?" Dad becomes excited, "You were writing a story?"
He sighs, "Yes, I was writing a story," Taking a sip on his mug only to find his tongue burned on the hotness of the chocolate.
"Son," Dad extends his long but skinny hand onto Len's shoulder. Len readies himself for a heart-to-heart talk with him. But then, he says, "You should've known better to ask the great Adrian Antagarilde Miller than to ask such a naive lady like Amalia Rindt Miller for opinion!" His quirky, cartoonish voice echoes around the dining room.
Len's jaw drops.
"Yeah, bro," Amalia gets all cartoonish too, "Why didn't you call poor ol' Daddy? Unlike me, Daddy's a full-time writer with a cool pen name! You really should've known better!"
Dad's hands tranfers to Amalia's shoulders, "But instead, you called my darling daughter who's obviously stressed out of being a famous actress like Jolie~!"
They both say in chorus, "Ah, the cruel irony of the aging world. The shame!" Dad then acts as if he's crying, and Amalia comes to comfort him by crying with him too.
She turns to him and says, "Well, bro? Aren't you gonna apologise?"
"I don't believe this..." He murmurs away as he forced himself to drink his hot chocolate only to find his tongue being burned again.
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I actually started this a few weeks ago, but due to my unhealthy obsession with drawing, I only started thinking of posting this a few minutes ago. Don't worry, I've finished this story (and it's actually quite long), I just cut it short so it won't look lackadaisical to others. Oh, and please don't bombard me with destructive comments, it'd be more appreciated if you would grace me with helpful ones so I can at least improve my writing...! >.< Thanks... ^^;
