Eternal and Oblivion

I hate it at home. I work all day and night, everyday, cleaning, cooking, farming, you name it, I do it. All of this for a piece of scrap metal and leftovers. Of course, having worked for over five years I have built up quite the collection. I mean, I was supposed to auction the metal and give my "caretakers" the money. But I hate them, and I think they don't deserve it. Using all the metal, I go to work, figuratively speaking, and create everything from modern art to metal toys.

"Ja~son," someone called from downstairs - if a voice could be described as ugly, that was it, but it had a, obviously fake, caring tone to it and that could only mean one thing, Elize.

Elize was the only girl, only person, who wanted to be friends with me. Even so, I refused to make friends with her, because I am ninety percent sure that this is a trick, and I'm not falling for it, but she literally begs, so every time she came around, I have to act nice around her.

"At least they are better today," I mutter under my breath.

Elize lived alone, so she knew how to take care of herself, like me, but was very lady-like, unlike me, so I hated how she could pull it off. I guess it could be because she doesn't have anyone like them, but I prefer to hate her because of that instead. She also gets all the money I give to them, so it's basically she lives because of me, and that is the most I'm doing for her out of my own, semi, free-will, if I could qualify to have any.

I head downstairs and greet Elize.

"Hey, Elize,"

"Hi~ Jason," Elize greets me with the most cheerful voice possible.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see one of my caretakers go outside. I tilt my head because they barely ever go outside, even when we need food, I usually go. Then it hits me, they are moving some dogs, no, wolves, close by.

"Hello~" - she waves her hand in front of me - "Jason?

"Huh, oh uh, it's nothing," I reply.

"Well, okay," - she jumps in joy - "well then, let's go outside!"

"Sure, one sec, I'll just go get my shoes on."

Huh, that's  strange, where has everyone gone? Oh, well. I put my shoes on and head outside. Only to see the pack of wolves savagely eating some fresh meat. Ha, that's funny, it smells the same as Elize's... perfume? Wait, where is Elize... A bit of meat touches my foot. I look down.

"E-Eli-ze," That isn't just a piece of meat, that's Elize's head, on it's side, mouth open, like she's just had a nightmare. No, that's not it, she was in a nightmare, and now I'm in it too. I fall onto my knees, start crying and slowing slip out of consciousness.

I had a dream, the first dream since before my parents died. My dreams were always strange, but they were always vision from the past of future, for example, I saw my entire toddler-hood but never saw the way my parents died, until now.

I saw darkness, then a flash of lightning, then someone called to a person named Jane, the same name as one of my caretakers, and said : "Give me the knife, I'll turn 'em into mince meat and kidnap their kid and make 'im our slave."

"Sure thing, Luce," The other, Jane, called. Jane and Luce, short for Lucy, most likely, the names of my caretakers.

They head into a house, decorated with little stickers all over the house, the same from when I was six, if I remember correctly, and I usually can remember anything I'm conscious for and all my dream-visions. Inside the house were two parents, caring for a sleeping child, who looked like he was being strangled by a snake, or a rope.

The father spoke, "Is he having another bad dream?"

"Mm," - The mother nodded - "I think so."

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