-Several Years Ago-
“Come on baby, breathe! Can you hear me? BREATHE! Oh god, please breathe!” Seymour panicked, with tears streaming down his face as he pounded vigorously on Kirsten’s chest, in a desperate attempt to get her to cough up the water that she had inhaled.
Seymour felt his heart skip a beat as Kirsten gasped slightly and began to cough.
“….Seymour?” She moaned.
“I’m right here, I’m right here…” He whispered, holding her face in his hand.
“I’m alive… Did you bring me back?” She asked. Her voice was low and raspy, and Seymour had to strain to make out what she was saying.
“No. Well I don’t think so, I don’t think your heart stopped yet.”
“Where are we?”
“I’m not sure. A small island. I recovered the lifeboat when I found you, and gave you CPR. You coughed up a bunch of water and passed out, so I rowed you here.”
She threw her arms around him and held him tight.
“You saved me!”
“OH MY GOD! WAKE UP LO, WAKE UP!” Flynn screamed at the top of his lungs.
After waking up from a very vivid dream of my parents on an island, I flung my body up, to a sitting position and caught my breath. My mind was desperately trying to make sense of why Flynn was standing in front of me screaming as if he’s seen a ghost.
“NO NO NO NO! Oh my god, no!”
I jumped out of bed to calm him down but he only began screaming louder.
“Flynn!” I shouted. “Calm down!”
“Y- Your e-eyes, man! Your eyes!” He stuttered.
“What? What’s wrong with my eyes?” I began to panic.
“Th-they’re white, and GLOWING!” He shouted.
“What are you talking about Flynn? I can see just fine!”
“Go look, go look!”
I sighed and made my way into the hallway while Flynn followed me, trembling like a bag in the wind.
“I don’t see anything wrong…”
“Holy macaroni man, they’re back to normal!”
“Flynn, I think you’ve been watching too much TV.” I joked.
After getting dressed and calming Flynn down a bit, we headed downstairs to the leisure room at Crumplebottom School of Bewitchment, where my other classmates were hanging out.
Rococo and Salem were focusing intently on a chess game while Annabelle watched.
I made my way over to the group and turned my focus over to Rococo and Annabelle.
“Morning ladies, you all look beautiful this morning!” I smiled.
Annabelle rolled her eyes, and turned to Flynn, ignoring me.
“Mornin’ Flynn. Please remind Yellow that if he has anything he wants to say to me, I don’t wonna hear it, and I am NOT speaking to him!” She announced.
“Ouch Annabelle… You still hate me?” I asked.
“Hmmmph!” She mumbled, stomping away.
I thought that she’d surely be over it by now, but I guess I was wrong. You see, last year I had to do the same thing with Annabelle as I did with Clementine. When she showed genuine interest in me, I had to break it to her that dating is not a possibility for me, if I intend to be heir. She didn’t really take it as well as Clementine did, apparently.
So now she goes out of her way to make me suffer in a painful vortex of jealousy. His name is Hellion Blank. He’s a very skilled witch, who attends this school, but he’s a little older so he isn’t in our class. They’ve been dating for a few months now, and apparently she’s in love with him.
And when I’m around, she lays it on thick. I wish she’d realize that I’d be lucky to be with a girl like her, it’s just not a possibility.
I guess Hellion is cool, I mean he has facial hair, whatever.
It’s not that big of a deal, really. Flynn has facial hair too, you know! Not a lot, but it’s something.
Oh, and I almost forgot! Birdie’s here. Yeah I know, she isn’t a witch, but she still decided to tag along, she wanted to ‘see what opportunities Midnight Hollow had to offer.’ I think it’s her fancy way of saying ‘vacation’ though.
“Chess, really?” Birdie teased, walking towards the bathroom wrapped in a towel.
“Go fuck yourself Birdie.” Salem retorted.
“Jealous!” Birdie sang, nonchalantly.
“Hey Lo.” She smiled.
I waved as Flynn’s eyes nearly popped out of his head.
I laughed at him as we took a seat on the couch.
“Looks like the new girl could give Annabelle a run for her money, eh?” He said.
“Easy tiger, she’s no new girl, that’s my cousin.” I chuckled.
“Why didn’t you tell me!? Gah! She’s an angel! Is she even real?” He joked.
“No, she’s not real?”
“No, she’s imaginary.” I smiled.
“…Only half imaginary… sometimes…” Salem chimed in.
“So she’s only imaginary sometimes, and when she is, she’s only half?” Rococo questioned.
“Exactly!” I confirmed. “Her father is half imaginary, but he’s been turned real.”
“So I’m imagining her?” Flynn worried.
I attempted to hold back laughter, “Maybe.” I said.
“I’m so confused, I need breakfast…”
“You go ahead, I need to talk to my sister about this morning, I’ll meet you there.” I said.
When the room cleared, I took Salem aside.
“Sale, something weird happened last night, and I was wondering if you could come with me to have a meeting with the Crumplebottom sisters?” I requested. “It’s about mom and dad.”
“No can do, ugly-stick. I’m busy today actually. I have a resurrection to perform.” She said smugly.
“What do you mean a resurrection?!”
“Calm down, It’s not for me. Your precious little spot as heir is safe… for now. Cousin Cassandra found herself a little latin lover to reanimate. He died trying to time travel. Ha! What a schmuck.” She explained.
“What the heck, Salem?!” You are NOT experienced enough to use powerful magic like that yet!”
“Watch me.” She smiled.
“Fine! Then I guess I’ll have to schedule a meeting without you then!”
“Not before me!” Birdie interrupted over-dramatically.
“I need to have a word with them first!” She insisted.
“With Ballet, and school, and costume fitting, and blogging, life is just getting too stressful. And since I was born into the wrong family, and cannot afford an assistant, I’m going to make one. That’s why I need to speak to the sisters first about getting my hands on the same potion my mother used to bring my dad to life!” Birdie explained.
I sighed. “Okay, but make it quick, it’s important…”
“Well have fun losers, I’m off to breathe some life into Mr. Don Lothario!” Salem said.
I stopped her. “Salem… please be careful. Mom and Dad used to talk about how dangerous resurrection can be.”
“Well… that’s because they were retarded. I have it under control. In fact, you’re probably in more danger getting up the stairs with your big ass clown feet than I am performing this ritual. Don’t worry about me.” She smiled.
I waited for what felt like hours outside of the office waiting for Birdie to wrap up her meeting with the sisters.
Finally Birdie came out of the office flustered, and with no potion in hand.
I took a deep breath. “…What happened?”
“Those dumb witches wouldn’t give me the potion! They said it’s not their job to make my life easier. Then what the hell is their job!? Some relatives they are.” Birdie pouted.
“Well… Did they tell you how to make it at least? It took you long enough.”
“No. But they told me to go ask Cassandra. She isn’t a witch but she’s into alchemy and all that weird stuff.”
“So, why not go to Cassandra’s? Salem is there, you won’t have to go alone.”
“But Yellow, I’m terrified of Cassandra! We’ve never gotten along. Every since we were little, we’ve never liked one another. She’s threatened me on several occasions over simbook! … I even had to block her….“
I gasped jokingly, but Birdie just continued frowning.
She sighed, “I guess I’ll never get my assistant.”
I knew what she was doing, and I knew better than to say no.
“Okay…” I mumbled. “I’ll go with you.”
“Oh please!? I’m far too beautiful to have my face ruined! Can you imagine?!”
“Yeah yeah, I’ll go.”
“Yay! Now let’s get a move on!”
We arrived to the Goth manor, and the fog that clouded it only made it that much more creepier and dramatic.
Little Alexander Goth, Cassandra’s little brother, greeted us at the door before we even made it up the stairs.
“Hi Yellow and Birdie! You must be here to see Cassandra, follow me!” He smiled.
“She said she’ll have me for supper if I bug her, so you’re on your own!” Said Alexander, pointing to a door.
He then scurried into his room, and locked the door behind him, leaving us to knock ourselves. I felt so awkward.
“Who is it?”
“Uh… It’s Yellow…” I answered, unsure if I should mention Birdie or not.
“Come in!” Cassandra answered back.
My eyes widened as I saw motionless man laying on a cot next to Salem and Cassandra.
Cassandra read my expression. “Don’t worry, he’s just sleeping. He’s not dead… anymore.”
“Yep, you should have gotten the lead out of your ass, you missed the show!” Salem laughed.
“Oh… I see you brought the princess…”
“Nice to see you too, Cassandra!” Birdie retorted, sarcastically.
“Ahem..” I cleared my throat, trying to interrupt the tension. “Cassandra, may I have a word with you outside, please?” I asked.
“I was meaning to ask you about a potion you might have….”
She stared blankly, suggesting that she’s listening.
“Uhhh….” I continued awkwardly. “To make imaginary friends real…”
“Oh you mean the imaginary friend metamorphium?”
“Yeah, that..” I squinted.
“Wait a second… You have an imaginary friend?
I didn’t want to lie…
“No, it’s for a friend…” But I realized I actually sounded like I was lying and probably would have been better off actually lying in the first place.
“Well, I’ll need their name!”
“Uhm…. It’s actually for Birdie…”
Cassandra’s face scrunched up as she angrily scoffed.
Salem interrupted just in time.
“Birdie’s in there about to take your man!” She laughed.
“Why that little!” Cassandra fumed, storming back into the room.
Birdie was just checking his forehead. Although pretty innocent, it looked just guilty enough to piss off Cassandra.
“You! Get your filthy fingers off of him, right now!”
Birdie jumped up fearfully. “Calm down! I was just checking on him, he looked like he stopped breathing!” She said.
“I don’t believe you as far as I can throw you! He hasn’t even woken up yet, and you’re already all over him!”
Just like most women in this family, Birdie lost her temper quickly.
“OH PLEASE! Get over yourself! Don’t worry, you can keep your zombie! I have my own boyfriend, and I didn’t have to dig him up!” She shouted.
I jumped in between the two of them, although I was certain that if they really wanted to go at it, I would probably get killed trying to break up that fight.
“Okay… That’s our cue to leave. We really must get going. Please Cassandra, if you need anything, don’t hesitate to call!” I chuckled nervously, pulling Birdie along with me, and out the door.
When I arrived home, the Crumplebottom Sisters were waiting for me in their office.
“And why did you not tell us about such a dream, young man?” Beatrice lectured.
‘You have got to be kidding me.’ I thought to myself.
“With all due respect, I’ve been trying to schedule a meeting all day, but I’ve been helping people.” I answered.
“And you’re sure your eyes were glowing white?” Belinda asked for the dozenth time.
“That’s what Flynn said! I didn’t see them myself, but feel free to ask him.”
“That won’t be necessary.” Bianca said, as she pulled Beatrice aside.
They began whispering amongst one another as if I couldn’t hear them.
“Isn’t this a good thing? I mean, dream seeking is a form of magic, right? Shouldn’t we be encouraging magic with him?” Bianca whispered.
“No, we shouldn’t be encouraging that type of magic you babbling bobble-head!” Beatrice quietly muttered, while angrily clenching her teeth.
“Excuse me, but why shouldn’t I be encouraged to embrace those dreams?”
“You fool! Dreams of that power will put you in great danger!” Beatrice thundered.
Belinda spun me around, and contagiously smiled at me.
“My sister will fetch you a book. Read it tonight before you sleep, and follow the directions carefully if you begin to have a dream like the one you experienced last night. It will teach you how to avoid those dreams. It is very important that you do so. You will find the instructional book on your night stand.” She explained.
“Now, pleasant dreams!”
I lied down on my bed and read the entire book. I didn’t realize that the dream I had this morning was dangerous. Still, I couldn’t help but wonder what it could have meant…
“Do you think they remember us?” Seymour quietly pondered out loud.
“Of course they remember us, Seymour. We’re still their parents.” Kirsten reassured.
“It’s been so many years…. What if no one is looking for us? What if they’ve given up? What if our children have been placed in a foster home?”
“Hey! Enough of that!” Kirsten interrupted. “We have to keep our heads up, and stay positive. That doesn’t sound like the man who saved my life years ago…I wouldn’t be able to survive this long without you. You and only you.”
She crawled into his lap and smiled up at him just like she used to in college, and for a moment, they felt as if they were home, and nothing has changed.
“I wouldn’t have survived without you either, baby…”