Imagine waking up in a dark room. To convince yourself if your still asleep you slap yourself right on the forehead. *Slap*slap*slap* You immediately rotate your head to notice you triggered an echo heading in one direction. This doesn't scare you bit. You heart beats in a steady pace.Your interested in adventure its in your blood. With your chest up, you walk very slowly. More like tiptoeing one foot after the other the speed of a snail. You keep walking and then your hear an echo..SMACK. You smacked your face onto a glass window with a moonlight beaming in the dark room. Trying to find where your nose went in the accident, you look at your reflection. Brown eyes, sideburns freshly cut, plain white shirt,shiny bald spot, pointy eyebrows, and a zit on one cheek. You flex to see your manly muscles but when you look at the glare in the window you see a photograph beneath you. With bent knees, you pick up the photograph and tilt it at a angle so the image is visible against the moonlight passing through the window. You see a family of 9 brothers and sisters. You wonder where the parents in the photo. Using your index finger, you examine the photograph. Every pixel, smudge marks, and cracks envelop the photo. Turing the picture 360 Degrees, there's a message in cursive on the back of the picture.
Looking very closely at the font, it reads "Its been several long days here and Ralph still hasn't left the house. Too bad he can't enjoy the sun with the rest of us chasing each other uphill and rolling downhill in a tire. I wish we can come back next year. We'll miss you Starlake,1996 Sincerely ____" You see a rip where the signature did belong and you search around to see if you dropped any pieces. Your brain begins to generates some questions. Who wrote this letter? What date is it today? I'm really hungry? Sounds like fun where is it? Was I one of the brothers or the father? Who was Ralph? Your head starts to become dizzy with all this thinking. You drop to the floor falling slowly and close your eyes.
You wake up with the sunlight on your face. Your face now is red hot. You quickly reach for shade in the tree. Wait WHAT! There it was a tree a real tree. Nature was involved in this? You hear kids screaming. This might have been the kids in the photo. You run clearly seeing everything in your path. Your surrounded with grass and trees. Mid distance you see a house and a tire rolling down hill. You know its them you continue on and reach the staircase into the house. You knock and there is a echo. You peer through the dusty window and see that no ones home. You stop hearing the kids scream and run down the wood made staircase. You run around to the lake where the picture was taken and saw a boy. You approach him. Now your paranoid and think your seeing things. With sweat dripping down your forehead, you touch his shoulders with a heavy grip. He turns around and jumps in shock. You ask for his name. The boy replies "Don't scare me like that again. You know my name is Ralph."
Ralph tells you how the family had issues and each of them began to depart. But each and every word sounds like he's trying to hold back something. You ask him what seems to be the problem. Ralph reaches into his navy pockets and takes out the same exact photo you saw early. He shines it against the sun and slowly drops it into the lake. He regretted staying indoors and wishes the family would come back. You feel sorrow running through your veins so you decide to go swimming with him. You guys going running bare feet into the mushy sand and swim. You continue to swim until you......WAKE UP. The suns on your eye again but this time its real life. You check to see if its true. You smell the bacon on the grill, cars zooming past your street, and birds chirping in the distance. You get out of your bed and hear a paper fall to the floor. You pick it up and smile. The picture was of you and your best friend. This just goes to show that memories can come from the darkness too and treasure them forever as long as you remember.
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