April The 3rd

Chapter One-Stardust

2009-05-22T03:58:00.000-07:00

Gaspard Bernard fell onto his knees. The noise around him was awfully high-pitched, the smell of the air was filled with smoke and fire, the temperature was high yet he was shivering. He tried to scream but he could barely cough. He tried his best to stand up again but his legs were too weak. He used his hands to cover his ears but no matter how tight his hands were, the noise just grew louder and louder.

"Gaspard." A soft voice called empathically. He wasn't sure who it was. He couldn't figure out why it was audible. And, it knew his name.

"Gaspard." The voice became louder. He looked up to the direction of the voice and found himself gazing at a flowing light which was as lustrous as diamonds. He tried to get up again but failed in his attempt. Suddenly, everything turned into blue-water and dashed for him.

Gaspard Bernard opened his eyes widely dreadfully. He was panting when he found himself in his room, with his housemate, Ryan Carter, in front of his bed.

"Are you alright? Gaspard?" Ryan felt a surge of anxiety. It was last spring when he would see Gaspard wake up in fear and sweats until he was persuaded to consult a phycologist. Gaspard suffered when he underwent the treatments as he had a deep-seated aversion to the dream. He remembered that very year, when he was aged three. It was April the third, the day when his 'friend', nature told him nonverbally. On that very special night, he discovered a mysterious piece of paper with three names on it. The next morning, he woke up from a nightmare. For the past couple of years, it grew up with him. The night terror became worse, time and again. He never wanted to forget the dream because he knows it correlates highly with his lost ability. His wonder and curiosity was not as strong as his determination to leave that terror of darkness.

The inflicter, the torture, he cursed to himself. His looked at his pale reflection from the bathroom's mirror. His childhood was unpleasant and sorrowing. Every night after waking up from his terrible dream, he would sit by the window and stare the sky until dawn. After his demanding father who hit him everyday passed away in a car crash, the sixteen year old went to Miami, Florida. He met Ryan Carter and became the blood brothers. Gaspard lived with the Carters for a couple of years and moved out when they were both eighteen.

Gaspard lit the cigarette and inhaled deeply. Leaning against the balcony, he observed the land outside. He started hearing snappy chirping of birds, just like the old days. He was surprise that he was able to hear the groans of the birds. The birds gathered outside the window facing him. Gaspard quickly grabbed his coat and travelled behind the birds. He was aware that he had the strangest feeling since he woke up, he just knew that someone special will show up. After the unexpected appearance of the birds and himself regaining his skill, he knew it.

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Carrie Ellen stood alone by the fountain with her luggage. She came all the way from New York City to witness the marriage of her old friend, Drew Williams. She could not wait to meet Drew and her sister, Jessica, who she was supposed to live with in the meantime. Since she left the plane, she felt unease as if something would happen in any second. She convinced herself for the unsettlement she was feeling. Just before her mind was opening to debate, her cell phone rang. It was Jessica.

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Gaspard Bernard was left by the birds in the park nearby. He walked along the jogging trials because he knew an astonishing happening was just a question of time. After purchasing a lemonade, he stopped by a fountain. He saw a young lady and stunned then and there. She was resplendent in her sea-green dress. She reminded him of the vigorous light in his dreams. Just before he had the opportunity to get to know her, she collapsed.

NOTE: Thankyou to those who commented& read my previous chapter! &to Lynette& Nisha who gave me ideas& inspirations for this chapter. If there's any readers, thankyou for reading :)

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2009-04-13T02:55:00.001-07:00

Chapter One: Knowing
I'm still processing, so I would like to know...

i. What things would be the shittiest if it happened in your life?
ii. Describe your dream sweet sixteen.

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Prologue

2009-04-03T09:10:00.000-07:00

PROLOGUE
April The 3rd

Once the clock stuck at twelve, the calender moved to another date, everyone drifted into their dreams. It started raining cats and dogs. Thunders were heard, lighting yet to be seen.

A young boy aged three was awake. He wasn't able to sleep that night as he felt something would happen. From the unpredicted weather changes, he knew he was right. Early that morning, he heard unusual noises made by the birds. It was not the sound of chirping but it was a moan of pain. And that, was the first sign. The second happened in the afternoon while he was taking a nap. A strong wind blew into his room and made his small study table by the corner a complete mess. Papers of his sketches were everywhere, he began to rearrange them. He found a piece of brown recycled paper, his name and two more names were written on it.

"Still on April Fools' joke, its over. Go back to your room!" His father shouted at him after listening to the boy. For a three year old, he was definitely weird. He was aware and alert about things going around him. Teaches in his nursery had several meetings with his parents as they thought he needs to consult a psychologist. Kids didn't want to be his friend and they always tease him. But there was something special about this kid compared to the others. He knew and understood nature. And from that, he learned that April The 3rd is a very special day. Everything that was unusual made his curiosity grow stronger and stronger.

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Meanwhile, a woman screamed. She was in pain. She used every bit of strength she had in her and pushed. She grabbed her husband's hand tightly.

"Almost there, almost there. You can do it, I know you could." He encouraged her. After minutes of effort, a baby's cry was heard. The man carried the baby to the woman.

"Its baby Carrie, Carrie Ellen." He said in joy. The woman smiled at her new born baby and kissed her softly on her forehead. She closed her eyes with tears, and fainted into a world of darkness.

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The boy stared at the piece of paper that left no clue but a mystery. He looked down at his name, Gaspard Bernard. He knew it was his name because the scribbled handwriting looked like his, except he had never seen the paper. Besides, he couldn't read the two other names as they weren't his name. He took out a box and put the paper in carefully. He looked at the window once more before heading to bed. The rain had stopped, not that he noticed as he was concentrating on the mystery. A smaller breeze of wind blew which made him yawn. Minutes later, he drifted into sleep from a dream, to nightmare, a place he had never visited, and never wanted to.

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A baby was placed on a house's doorstep. The man rang the doorbell and quickly ran away. He hid behind a tree, waiting for the owner to come out. The owner was a young woman in her late twenties. She looked grumpy in her old fashioned dress gown. She quickly carried the baby as soon she saw the baby, with a blanket wrapped, initialed Carrie Ellen. The young woman carried the baby in with joy, without bothering to look around for the person who dropped the baby. She ran in with baby Carrie in her hands, and shouted the amazing news to her family, from the hall. The whole house were lighted up and loud footsteps. Every family member of hers gathered around baby Carrie. They were grateful for the gift given to them. They promised silently in their heart that they would do their best to protect her, as it was their mission.

The man, father of baby Carrie, took one last look at the house and walked away, without bothering to turn around once more.

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