Crazy Baby's
Supervision
...Stories are fictional /authored only, if there are similarities in any form—may be due to mere accident....
...Do not forget likes, votes and comments at the end of the story as a form of appreciation for the author's work....
...Thankyou, uh,...
...Happy reading....
..._____________________________________...
...P e n g a w a s a n...
..._____________________________________...
...________________________...
..._____________...
...____...
..._...
Where'sisthis?
Where'sme?
Maybe that's what Davian thought when he found himself in a strange place, without ceilings and without footing. Everything is black, tight, also has nothing in it—like a vacuum.
Davian turned around, a pair of eyes suddenly appeared between Davian's places. So big with a sharp highlight that it is not so foreign. The color is familiar, Davian saw the reflection of his shadow right there.
Grandpa, the inner man.
The figure called out in the heart closed his eyes slowly–something like dust was present replacing the pair of eyes earlier and clumped into a figure that Davian greatly respected. The grandfather in his special attire walked towards Davian, the look in the old man's eyes implying anger.
Davian did not know what the view his grandfather had given him was; the man chose to keep quiet.
"What's your mistake? My granddaughter?"
DEG!
Like having a heart attack, Davian suddenly jolted strongly when he felt this object stored in his chest beating very fast along with the excruciating pain.
A series of events some time ago also took part— crossed like a broken cassette inside his head.
Whatisthis?
"Hosh!"
What'sthis?!
"DORROH!"
WHAT'S THIS!
Davian's feet were limp, the man who owned the bead like the grandfather could not hold his weight again until he fell in front of the grandfather who just silently watched all Davian's movements.
Ergh!
Davian felt pain in every inch of his body, other than that— - it felt like Davian's mental hurt when clearly all the shadows of his own event of loyalty, craze and hurt Reva and his brothers through. Scrape out his head.
What is—?!
Davian's hand trembled, the man looked at him. Although there is nothing there Davian feels the feeling—
J i j i.
"Ma—MAAF 'KAN ME GRANDPA!" Davian said quickly as he looked up, his facial expression looked 'not okay'. The eyeballs are restless, his face also paled instead of playing, nausea from the stomach aggravates Davian's condition.
"Hah~"
Grandpa Davian let out a long breath. His view began to soften against Davian, apparently the grandfather was also not too able to scold his favorite grandson. A little bit frustrated—like acting unfairly on his other grandchildren only.
Forget it |
Grandpa Davian crouched down right in front of Davian, his arms raised against the shoulders of the young man who carried his blood on every pulse in his body.
"Relax Davian," said the absolute grandfather. Miraculously Davian turned to calm.
Davian glanced over from behind the tail of his eyes, their beads intersecting.
"Where is this cake?" Just ask, Davian's tone sounded like he had returned to normal; as if the past was just an entertainment film on a television broadcast.
Haha, silly.
"Not where you're supposed to be." Short, dense and clear. Davian doesn't have to ask anymore. The man can only guess what happened to him and how he ended up here.
"Pseudo room.." muttered Davian. The grandfather clapped in admiration in his heart, Davian was truly incredible to be able to grasp the situation that had befallen him just like that without having to dig up more information.
Davian looked down again, staring at his fingers and palms.
Numbness.
He said as he moved that thing.
...***...
...Tbc......
...Don't forget likes, votes & comments......
...Thankyou, uh,...
...Yea...
...:3...