Daytime Moon
Writer Note: This idea was inspired by a creative genius called Michaela, whose writing I adore.
***
It was so warm, she almost thought it was real.
"Come on, Callie!" she heard her name called from a distance. Four months ago, the voice was foreign to her, but now it was as familiar as the hair on her head. Someone slung an arm around her shoulder. "We don't want to miss riding the Mouse Trap."
There he was again. The blonde boy bearing glasses was right there beside her again.
"Wait for us!" yelled three others that were always there as well.
Callie knew the four as Dutchy, Specs, Bumlets, and Pie Eater. They'd been a constant in her dreams for the pass four months. She could guess why they were always there, but didn't want to think about it.
The five hopped on the Mouse Trap, which miraculously had no line. Only a moment later, the ride took off. It lasted a few seconds, but the feeling of excitement stayed. The scene suddenly melted into another part of Coney Island; a part Callie hated - Devil's Cave.
The fire spewed from the sinister hole in the gray rock. Callie felt a soft hand slip into hers. She looked up, startled.
"It's all right, Callie. I'm with you." Dutchy gave her a reassuring smile.
"I need more time." She thought she did. It -had- been only five months. She pulled away from his grasp. "No."
"Callie, please" Dutchy pleaded.
She didn't reply, just turned and ran.
Morning wasn't her most favorite time of the day. She once again had a dream with what she fondly named "The Post-Fab Four". Callie rolled over, opened her eyes, and stared out at the quartz clock beside her bed. 4:35...too early to get up...too hazardest to go back to sleep. "I wish I knew why" she mumbled before slipping into sleep again.
"She didn't go inside." Dutchy frowned, as he made his way across the room to his easychair. The room that housed the Post Fab Four was large with wide, colorful stripes painted vertically down the wall. Each boy had his own chair, a different kind for each.
"Maybe we're going about this the wrong way" Specs said from his swivel chair.
"How else could we try to get Callie to go into Devil's Cave?" Pie Eater asked in frustration, plopping down on his beanbag chair.
"I think it's still too early" Bumlets spoke up, defiantly.
The other three turned their attention to him. "What do you mean?" Dutchy wanted to know.
Bumlets stood from his armchair and started pacing. "What I mean is, it's been five months since the tragedy she went through."
"I wish we knew what happen to make her so sad" Dutchy said, sympathetically.
"Well, we'll never know useless she tells us" Specs informed.
Pie Eater snorted. "I doubt she'd tell four guys who only appear in her dreams."
Just then, the alarm on the wall sounded off and the four disappeared in a matter of moments. They melted into view in Central Park.
"Hey" Callie greeted from behind.
They turned. "Hey, Callie" they greeted back in unison. "Didn't think we'd see you again today" Bumlets told her.
"Me neither" Callie replied. "I didn't want to come back today."
At that saying, Pie Eater, Bumlets, and Specs held back as Dutchy faded away with Callie to a lake side in the park. He had been chosen from the beginning to try to get her into Devil's Cave. He'd spent so much time with her in the Dream World, he'd been the only one she'd talk with so in depth.
Callie threw a rock in the lake. "You're always here when I need you."
"Of course, I am and so are the other guys" Dutchy said, glancing at her. She looked so lonely and downtrodden. He wished he could help her more than just leading her into that stupid cave that terrified her. And, he still had no idea how -that- would help too.
Suddenly, an idea sparked him. He knew he shouldn't say it, but he didn't care by now. Callie needed to know. "Callie" Dutchy called, making sure she was facing him straight on. "You're never alone. We understand you're sad. We don't know why, but we could."
"What are you talking about?" Callie asked, confused.
"The four of us, we're real beyond your dreams. We don't forget anything we do with you. We're the same people every time." Dutchy was hurrying in a desperate attempt to cram everything in at once. He could feel she was about to wake up.
Callie looked at him as if he were speaking a foreign language. "I don't understand."
"We're real" Dutchy got to say before she faded away.
Writer Note: This idea was inspired by a creative genius called Michaela, whose writing I adore.
***
It was so warm, she almost thought it was real.
"Come on, Callie!" she heard her name called from a distance. Four months ago, the voice was foreign to her, but now it was as familiar as the hair on her head. Someone slung an arm around her shoulder. "We don't want to miss riding the Mouse Trap."
There he was again. The blonde boy bearing glasses was right there beside her again.
"Wait for us!" yelled three others that were always there as well.
Callie knew the four as Dutchy, Specs, Bumlets, and Pie Eater. They'd been a constant in her dreams for the pass four months. She could guess why they were always there, but didn't want to think about it.
The five hopped on the Mouse Trap, which miraculously had no line. Only a moment later, the ride took off. It lasted a few seconds, but the feeling of excitement stayed. The scene suddenly melted into another part of Coney Island; a part Callie hated - Devil's Cave.
The fire spewed from the sinister hole in the gray rock. Callie felt a soft hand slip into hers. She looked up, startled.
"It's all right, Callie. I'm with you." Dutchy gave her a reassuring smile.
"I need more time." She thought she did. It -had- been only five months. She pulled away from his grasp. "No."
"Callie, please" Dutchy pleaded.
She didn't reply, just turned and ran.
Morning wasn't her most favorite time of the day. She once again had a dream with what she fondly named "The Post-Fab Four". Callie rolled over, opened her eyes, and stared out at the quartz clock beside her bed. 4:35...too early to get up...too hazardest to go back to sleep. "I wish I knew why" she mumbled before slipping into sleep again.
"She didn't go inside." Dutchy frowned, as he made his way across the room to his easychair. The room that housed the Post Fab Four was large with wide, colorful stripes painted vertically down the wall. Each boy had his own chair, a different kind for each.
"Maybe we're going about this the wrong way" Specs said from his swivel chair.
"How else could we try to get Callie to go into Devil's Cave?" Pie Eater asked in frustration, plopping down on his beanbag chair.
"I think it's still too early" Bumlets spoke up, defiantly.
The other three turned their attention to him. "What do you mean?" Dutchy wanted to know.
Bumlets stood from his armchair and started pacing. "What I mean is, it's been five months since the tragedy she went through."
"I wish we knew what happen to make her so sad" Dutchy said, sympathetically.
"Well, we'll never know useless she tells us" Specs informed.
Pie Eater snorted. "I doubt she'd tell four guys who only appear in her dreams."
Just then, the alarm on the wall sounded off and the four disappeared in a matter of moments. They melted into view in Central Park.
"Hey" Callie greeted from behind.
They turned. "Hey, Callie" they greeted back in unison. "Didn't think we'd see you again today" Bumlets told her.
"Me neither" Callie replied. "I didn't want to come back today."
At that saying, Pie Eater, Bumlets, and Specs held back as Dutchy faded away with Callie to a lake side in the park. He had been chosen from the beginning to try to get her into Devil's Cave. He'd spent so much time with her in the Dream World, he'd been the only one she'd talk with so in depth.
Callie threw a rock in the lake. "You're always here when I need you."
"Of course, I am and so are the other guys" Dutchy said, glancing at her. She looked so lonely and downtrodden. He wished he could help her more than just leading her into that stupid cave that terrified her. And, he still had no idea how -that- would help too.
Suddenly, an idea sparked him. He knew he shouldn't say it, but he didn't care by now. Callie needed to know. "Callie" Dutchy called, making sure she was facing him straight on. "You're never alone. We understand you're sad. We don't know why, but we could."
"What are you talking about?" Callie asked, confused.
"The four of us, we're real beyond your dreams. We don't forget anything we do with you. We're the same people every time." Dutchy was hurrying in a desperate attempt to cram everything in at once. He could feel she was about to wake up.
Callie looked at him as if he were speaking a foreign language. "I don't understand."
"We're real" Dutchy got to say before she faded away.