Chapter 15 - October 28, 2017 - Vincent I turned the doorknob and opened the door; no reaction from anyone, just pure nothingness. “I’m home,” I called, to nobody in particular. There was no sound, except for the slight echoing of my voice in the front hallway. It was fairly late, about 9:30 PM. Mom’s asleep again, I thought. Even though my most recent memories were good ones, my excitement from the party drained quickly. Technically, 9:30 isn’t that late, but my father would’ve wanted me home a good deal earlier. Sure, my mom would care if I didn’t make it before ten-thirty, but she’s too stressed and worried about our family to care. I tried my best to keep the memories from the party alive in my head, but nothing seemed to help. I snapped back into reality and walked upstairs. My brother's door was closed; he was probably staying late to chat with some of his friends on the phone. I could hear him talking softly, breaking the silence. I took a quick shower; it was a relaxing thing, to be able to contemplate for a good twenty minutes. I fell asleep quickly that night, since the party with Alana had been tiring. We’d decided to play a (really bad) game of badminton at Alana’s house. I even managed to apologize to Royce about the “heart” incident. Sure, my evening was happier than most had been, especially after a different incident, but my recollection of that particular incident rekindled in my dream.
