3 again part 3

We are all part of the same reality, some believe that it is just a dream, or some reality where everything was created by their imagination.

sometimes it's painful, other times thinking you're not alone is more than wonderful, but how come it felt so empty now?

In his previous life, he lost his mother, his brother and his father, he was totally alone, but having a family now felt so damn strange.

Was it some kind of dream? they gave him so much love and that could only have a look of sadness on his white face.

He just felt lost, in a place so full of love and colors, where he had no worries, he knew he didn't have to lose them.

and now it did not matter the past where he was alone, he carried a great weight on his back for having been alone for a lifetime, but it was time to forget.

He loved his brother, but he had to let him go, he had to start over, he would do it again, he would have a life and a family, he would be happy.

I cry when he had to cry, laugh when he had to laugh and did what he had to do. now he had to start dreaming and living.

yes, it hurt to think that this reality would be part of a damn dream, and all those who judged it were still there.

(...)

Alan was turning six years old, getting closer and closer to his awakening because the doctor had planned that his powers would awaken on his 10th birthday.

That was what the doctor thought.

-blow out the candles baby!

the candles on the cake were blown out, everyone was happily eating cake, however at 6 o'clock, the light went out abruptly.

Screams were heard throughout the house, frightened guests and Alan gave a cry of pain, then the ground shook and the clouds covered the sky.

Alan was holding his head tightly, the pain felt like a thousand needles piercing his skull and torturing him, then the memories began to come so that Alan fell unconscious.

(...)

-You saw the fair mom! it was so funny, and men who ate fire!

-yes it was darling.

-Grab the child, he is the murderer!

-mom?

-forgive me I'm sorry baby

-mom! not! drop me!

-mom! ...please! was not me! please don't let them take me away!

(...)

He opened his eyes meeting to his surprise on his bed. but now he remembered, it was not a new life, he lived that life again. And this time they wouldn't blame her.

They will pay for what they did to me!