A Source's Existence

*scene continued. Would've been way to long for one chapter so I had to split it. Enjoy!*

"Hey..."

I turn around and see my father, probably about my age now. He's talking to a girl.

Wait a minute... that's my mother! My beautiful, amazing mother! Her bright blonde curly hair is tied up into a messy bun, and her loveable blue eyes stand out brightly. My God, she was so young!

"Hey..." says my mother, pushing back a strand of her hair bashfully.

"Um, Anthony!" exclaims my father putting out his hand for a handshake. My mother snickers, placing her hand in my father's hand, shaking it.

"Amelia." she says, softly.

"Oo! Cold hands!" exclaims my father. My mother snickers embarrassed.

As the visions go on and on, it seems like everything around me has started to get windy. My hair is blowing softly, but I can just feel that it's about to get so, so windy.

"Oh my Gosh... it's a girl..."

I turn around swiftly, and see my mother in a hospital bed, and my father hovering over it. By my mother's position, it seems like she had just given birth seconds ago... to me...

Cries of a baby echo through the endless space, as my parents gaze at me for the first time.

I walk up close enough to the vision. 

My mother cradles my newborn self, my father with his hand on me. I see newborn me, and then look at my father.

His happiness looks real. I don't think I've ever seen real looking happiness on him...

"What's her name?" asks a doctor at the end of the bed, who had just delivered me.

"We agreed on one name, boy or girl. Sawyer," says my mother. She looks up at my father. My father smiles passionately. "Sawyer Ann Harble..."

I stare passionately, when the vision quickly withers away. I back up, not expecting it to go away that soon.

"You have a child to look after, Anthony! In case you've forgotten!"

I turn around and see a vision of my father, working at a desk, incredibly messy with papers, pins, and pencils. Next to him is my mother, holding me close as a baby, and crying very loudly.

"I, I know!" yells Anthony stressed out. "I haven't! I haven't forgotten! I just need to focus a lot of other things too!"

"You won't even tell me about these... things you're studying! You're keeping too many secrets from me! It's time for you to share them to me!" yells my mother.

"I am not doing this now, Millie! Just go feed her, and we'll deal with this later!' shrieks my father, suddenly slamming his hands onto one of the desks. The bang echoes through the entire space, as it's getting more windier by the minute. The vision once again withers away, and fades.

"D'AAAAAAHHHHHH!"

Making me jump, I turn around, see a vision of my father at the same exact desk... except a lot more angier. His hair is ruffled and sweaty, as he angrily and repeatedly slams his fists on the desk in anger.

He then flails his arms across the desk, throwing everything off. Every paper, every pencil, every book, everything.

I stare shaking my head. That's certainly a memory my father hasn't kept from me. Before it even withers away, I already hear the next voice, me needing to keep my balance from the how the frantic magical winds get stronger.