“Hush A Bye”

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Max was sitting at the dock, he knew it was late but he didn’t want to be in his tent now. He was shaking with tears running down his face, the nightmare that woke him up still lingered in the back of his mind. He hated it. “F-fuck…” was all he could muster out as he stared into the lake.

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Max took the wipe, wiping his face then balling it in his hand. “It’s fine.” He sniffled. “It was just a stupid dream. ‘Didn’t mean anything. It wasn’t real.” It almost sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than Carlos.

“It was a dream,” Carlos agreed. “But you still have to deal
with the emotions that came up out of it.” He sighed. “Sometimes… dreams bring
up things that you didn’t really know that you were afraid of. Like… sometimes
I dream that my, uh… my mom shows up again just to tell my family how she doesn’t
approve of anything we do.” It was a mild way to put it, but it was an example
that he hoped Max would appreciate.

Max put his head back into his knees and sighed deeply. “Emotions are stupid…”

“Yeah… they are sometimes,” Carlos agreed. “Do you want to
talk about the dream? Maybe talking about it, your conscious mind can listen to
the events and realize that some of it wouldn’t ever happen.”

Max nodded slightly, putting his knees down. “I-I dunno how to explain…” God, he wish he hadn’t left his bear in the tent.

“It’s okay,” Carlos assured him. “Go ahead and start talking…
I’ll listen.”

“W-Well they were with me and- they sort of weren’t paying atttention, like I didn’t exist or something.. no matter what I did or said it was like they didn’t hear me- didn’t want to hear me.. then..” He was crying again. “F-fuck…”

Carlos sniffed softly. He reached and very slowly set his
hand on Max’s back. “Hey… it’s okay. I’m sorry, Max… clearly it hurt to
experience that in your dream.”

“Hush A Bye”

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Max was sitting at the dock, he knew it was late but he didn’t want to be in his tent now. He was shaking with tears running down his face, the nightmare that woke him up still lingered in the back of his mind. He hated it. “F-fuck…” was all he could muster out as he stared into the lake.

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Max took the wipe, wiping his face then balling it in his hand. “It’s fine.” He sniffled. “It was just a stupid dream. ‘Didn’t mean anything. It wasn’t real.” It almost sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than Carlos.

“It was a dream,” Carlos agreed. “But you still have to deal
with the emotions that came up out of it.” He sighed. “Sometimes… dreams bring
up things that you didn’t really know that you were afraid of. Like… sometimes
I dream that my, uh… my mom shows up again just to tell my family how she doesn’t
approve of anything we do.” It was a mild way to put it, but it was an example
that he hoped Max would appreciate.

Max put his head back into his knees and sighed deeply. “Emotions are stupid…”

“Yeah… they are sometimes,” Carlos agreed. “Do you want to
talk about the dream? Maybe talking about it, your conscious mind can listen to
the events and realize that some of it wouldn’t ever happen.”

Max nodded slightly, putting his knees down. “I-I dunno how to explain…” God, he wish he hadn’t left his bear in the tent.

“It’s okay,” Carlos assured him. “Go ahead and start talking…
I’ll listen.”

“Hush A Bye”

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Max was sitting at the dock, he knew it was late but he didn’t want to be in his tent now. He was shaking with tears running down his face, the nightmare that woke him up still lingered in the back of his mind. He hated it. “F-fuck…” was all he could muster out as he stared into the lake.

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Max took the wipe, wiping his face then balling it in his hand. “It’s fine.” He sniffled. “It was just a stupid dream. ‘Didn’t mean anything. It wasn’t real.” It almost sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than Carlos.

“It was a dream,” Carlos agreed. “But you still have to deal
with the emotions that came up out of it.” He sighed. “Sometimes… dreams bring
up things that you didn’t really know that you were afraid of. Like… sometimes
I dream that my, uh… my mom shows up again just to tell my family how she doesn’t
approve of anything we do.” It was a mild way to put it, but it was an example
that he hoped Max would appreciate.

Max put his head back into his knees and sighed deeply. “Emotions are stupid…”

“Yeah… they are sometimes,” Carlos agreed. “Do you want to
talk about the dream? Maybe talking about it, your conscious mind can listen to
the events and realize that some of it wouldn’t ever happen.”

“Hush A Bye”

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Max was sitting at the dock, he knew it was late but he didn’t want to be in his tent now. He was shaking with tears running down his face, the nightmare that woke him up still lingered in the back of his mind. He hated it. “F-fuck…” was all he could muster out as he stared into the lake.

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Max took the wipe, wiping his face then balling it in his hand. “It’s fine.” He sniffled. “It was just a stupid dream. ‘Didn’t mean anything. It wasn’t real.” It almost sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than Carlos.

“It was a dream,” Carlos agreed. “But you still have to deal
with the emotions that came up out of it.” He sighed. “Sometimes… dreams bring
up things that you didn’t really know that you were afraid of. Like… sometimes
I dream that my, uh… my mom shows up again just to tell my family how she doesn’t
approve of anything we do.” It was a mild way to put it, but it was an example
that he hoped Max would appreciate.

“Hush A Bye”

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Max was sitting at the dock, he knew it was late but he didn’t want to be in his tent now. He was shaking with tears running down his face, the nightmare that woke him up still lingered in the back of his mind. He hated it. “F-fuck…” was all he could muster out as he stared into the lake.

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Max turned to look back into the lake, he was crying now. “I-I had a n-nightmare…”

“Oh no,” Carlos murmured. His heart clenched in sympathy. “Oh,
Max… I’m so sorry to hear that. Are… do you want to talk about it?” Was this a common thing? Did David know about it? Carlos supposed not, if he wasn’t here.

Max shook his head and pulled his knees to his chest. “I hate it..” was all he could get out, resting his head in his knees.

Having nightmares? Or talking about them? Carlos wasn’t
sure.

“I’m sure you do, Max,” Carlos said gently. “I’m sorry.”

Max looked up, staring straight forward towards spooky island. “I hate them.” His voice was cold and shakey, he still had tears in his eyes.

Carlos was a little surprised Max went on. “Who… or, I
mean, what is ‘them’, Max?” he asked the boy.

His own voice sounded really
strange next to Max’s emotion-filled one. To Carlos, it almost sounded condescending,
which wasn’t what he was going for at all—he wanted to sound open and
comforting. He desperately hoped it wasn’t annoying Max.

“W-who do you think?”

Max rested his chin into his knees, hugging them closer to his chest.

Carlos wasn’t sure, actually, but he hazarded a guess. “Your
parents? Max, did you have a dream about them?”

Max nodded, he wiped his face with his arm.

Carlos’ heart reached out to Max. He started to search his
pockets, trying to find a handkerchief or a tissue or something…

He found a pack of hand wipes. That might help Max feel cleaner,
at least. Carlos peeled back the sticky plastic cover and pulled out a wipe
before offering it to the boy.

“I’m sorry, Max,” he said. “I know I said that a lot already…
but dreams do leave you with emotions you don’t want to deal with sometimes,
and it kind of sucks.”

“Hush A Bye”

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Max was sitting at the dock, he knew it was late but he didn’t want to be in his tent now. He was shaking with tears running down his face, the nightmare that woke him up still lingered in the back of his mind. He hated it. “F-fuck…” was all he could muster out as he stared into the lake.

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Max turned to look back into the lake, he was crying now. “I-I had a n-nightmare…”

“Oh no,” Carlos murmured. His heart clenched in sympathy. “Oh,
Max… I’m so sorry to hear that. Are… do you want to talk about it?” Was this a common thing? Did David know about it? Carlos supposed not, if he wasn’t here.

Max shook his head and pulled his knees to his chest. “I hate it..” was all he could get out, resting his head in his knees.

Having nightmares? Or talking about them? Carlos wasn’t
sure.

“I’m sure you do, Max,” Carlos said gently. “I’m sorry.”

Max looked up, staring straight forward towards spooky island. “I hate them.” His voice was cold and shakey, he still had tears in his eyes.

Carlos was a little surprised Max went on. “Who… or, I
mean, what is ‘them’, Max?” he asked the boy.

His own voice sounded really
strange next to Max’s emotion-filled one. To Carlos, it almost sounded condescending,
which wasn’t what he was going for at all—he wanted to sound open and
comforting. He desperately hoped it wasn’t annoying Max.

“W-who do you think?”

Max rested his chin into his knees, hugging them closer to his chest.

Carlos wasn’t sure, actually, but he hazarded a guess. “Your
parents? Max, did you have a dream about them?”

“Hush A Bye”

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Max was sitting at the dock, he knew it was late but he didn’t want to be in his tent now. He was shaking with tears running down his face, the nightmare that woke him up still lingered in the back of his mind. He hated it. “F-fuck…” was all he could muster out as he stared into the lake.

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Max turned to look back into the lake, he was crying now. “I-I had a n-nightmare…”

“Oh no,” Carlos murmured. His heart clenched in sympathy. “Oh,
Max… I’m so sorry to hear that. Are… do you want to talk about it?” Was this a common thing? Did David know about it? Carlos supposed not, if he wasn’t here.

Max shook his head and pulled his knees to his chest. “I hate it..” was all he could get out, resting his head in his knees.

Having nightmares? Or talking about them? Carlos wasn’t
sure.

“I’m sure you do, Max,” Carlos said gently. “I’m sorry.”

Max looked up, staring straight forward towards spooky island. “I hate them.” His voice was cold and shakey, he still had tears in his eyes.

Carlos was a little surprised Max went on. “Who… or, I
mean, what is ‘them’, Max?” he asked the boy.

His own voice sounded really
strange next to Max’s emotion-filled one. To Carlos, it almost sounded condescending,
which wasn’t what he was going for at all—he wanted to sound open and
comforting. He desperately hoped it wasn’t annoying Max.

“Hush A Bye”

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Max was sitting at the dock, he knew it was late but he didn’t want to be in his tent now. He was shaking with tears running down his face, the nightmare that woke him up still lingered in the back of his mind. He hated it. “F-fuck…” was all he could muster out as he stared into the lake.

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Max turned to look back into the lake, he was crying now. “I-I had a n-nightmare…”

“Oh no,” Carlos murmured. His heart clenched in sympathy. “Oh,
Max… I’m so sorry to hear that. Are… do you want to talk about it?” Was this a common thing? Did David know about it? Carlos supposed not, if he wasn’t here.

Max shook his head and pulled his knees to his chest. “I hate it..” was all he could get out, resting his head in his knees.

Having nightmares? Or talking about them? Carlos wasn’t
sure.

“I’m sure you do, Max,” Carlos said gently. “I’m sorry.”

“Hush A Bye”

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Max was sitting at the dock, he knew it was late but he didn’t want to be in his tent now. He was shaking with tears running down his face, the nightmare that woke him up still lingered in the back of his mind. He hated it. “F-fuck…” was all he could muster out as he stared into the lake.

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Max turned to look back into the lake, he was crying now. “I-I had a n-nightmare…”

“Oh no,” Carlos murmured. His heart clenched in sympathy. “Oh,
Max… I’m so sorry to hear that. Are… do you want to talk about it?” Was this a common thing? Did David know about it? Carlos supposed not, if he wasn’t here.

“Hush A Bye”

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Max was sitting at the dock, he knew it was late but he didn’t want to be in his tent now. He was shaking with tears running down his face, the nightmare that woke him up still lingered in the back of his mind. He hated it. “F-fuck…” was all he could muster out as he stared into the lake.

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Carlos had come to the lake to take some samples and see if
he could catch a glimpse of any bioluminescent creatures in the water. He knew
there were strange things down there… he just knew it!

However, Carlos then noticed a figure sitting on the docks
nearby at the Camp Campbell side of the lake. A very small figure who shouldn’t
be anywhere near the lake at this
time of night. So Carlos gathered up his equipment and started to walk toward
the docks, his flashlight lighting his way.

“Hey!” he called to the figure as he got closer. “Hey, kiddo
– I think it’s past your bed time! What’re you doing out here?” As he got
closer he thought the figure looked familiar. The shape of the hair though was
what clued him in.

“Max? Hey, buddy, what’re you doing?”

Max’s head shot up, he thought everyone was asleep and that he was alone. “W-what? Nothing.” He wiped his eyes to a least make it seem like he wasn’t crying. “I-I’m fine.”

Carlos blinked at the kid. He hadn’t even asked how he was doing. And something didn’t really sound quite right in Max’ voice. Maybe he was tired?

“Well, what are you doing out of bed? David and Gwen don’t know that you’re here, do they?”

“D-Does it matter?”

Max wished he had rather stayed in his tent, at least then nobody else could see him like this.

Oh – there was definitely
something in Max’s voice. Something not right.

Carlos got closer and he slowly knelt down – just behind
max. “Hey… Max, is something wrong? Are you okay?”

Max shrugged, he wasn’t okay, but he wasn’t going to admit it.

Well, he didn’t say he was fine again. Carlos figured that
this was a tactic to not actually admit something was wrong. He scooted a
little closer to Max until he was right beside the kid. He sat down fully and
set his flashlight beside him, leaving it on so that the light shown out into
the water in front of them, giving it kind of an inky black, almost eldritch,
look.

“You know… you shouldn’t be so close to the water late at
night,” he told Max gently. He decided to start with a caring comment to see
how Max reacted.

Max turned away from Carlos, refusing to talk. His shoulders were noticably shaking.

Carlos looked at Max and frowned. Okay… no more pretenses. “Max,
what’s wrong? Can you tell me why you’re out here? Did something happen?”

Max shook his head. “I-it’s stupid..” he sniffled.

Carlos sighed softly. “Max… I’m sure it’s not. If it bothers
you, then it’s not stupid. You’re a strong kid. What’s going on, buddy?”