I woke up to the sound of voices. But this was different then every other Saturday morning, because for some bizarre reason, I couldn't move. At first, the voices were distant, then they seemed to get closer and closer until I realized they were right beside me.
"I'm sorry to have to tell you this ma'am, but your son is dead," a gruff, masculine voice said, "He passed away in the night,"
Someone burst into tears "It can't be, he was fine yesterday! You said we may even be able to bring him home this week!" this next voice was familiar, though choked with tears.
"Mom!" I tried to say, but I couldn't speak. Did my brother die? What was going on?
"My baby! My little Henry! How? Why? He..." my mother sobbed.
"WHAT???!!! She thought I was dead?" I tried to move, blink, anything to show her that i was still here, but I couldn't do anything, I'm not even sure how I was breathing.
I heard footsteps as the man lead my sobbing mother out the door. Why did my mother think I was dead? Why didn't she bother even checking for my pulse? Surely that would prove that I'm alive! So many thoughts and questions raced through my brain all at once. What the hell was going on?
Suddenly, I heard a tinkling voice inside my head,
"So we're awake now, are we? Too bad you had to hear that, it would be so much easier if you had stayed asleep. Oh well, we'll just have to wipe your memory again, probably would have done it anyway, just to be precautious, you never can be to careful,"
Then, I blacked out
YOU ARE READING
Up from the Ashes
Science Fiction14 year old Henry Everett thought his life was normal. He had a mom, a dad and even a little sister. He played pranks on the teachers and watched the seniors smoke behind the school. He even had a german shepard named Rhino. He was just like every o...
