!!z1hgapD+QHp 06/12/08(Thu)14:37 No.1977248|
Lawrence always knew there was something wrong. He couldn't put his figner on it, but there were always little clues. Like, when his mother put the keys somewhere and she would have to look all over the house to find them again. She never accused him - she knew he wouldn't touch her keys like that. Or when he would say something to someone, and the next day no one would remember what he had said. At all. Or that he'd ever said anything.
It was, he finally decided, when he walked through doorways. Not doors. Doors were okay. But things such as gaps in fences framed by fenceposts. Or if he walked between two streetsigns on a corner and then came back by not walking between the same two signs. Something, something small, would always CHANGE.
So he read books. He studied. He didn't THINK monsters of faeries did it. He wasn't a demon or anything. But still, there were always hints, little clues. Retreating form everyone, Lawrence became quiet, introverted, and a little afraid. He wasn't sure if he was causing some of the bad things that happened on the news to happen by walking through some of those doorways....but he couldn't say that he wasn't causing them either. He could never be sure that Rachel's brother or Michael's sister were really related. They had the same last name....but they seemed to ignore each other sometimes. Other times they were really close.
And then....then something new happened. Something really, really bad.....