Rebirth

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Andy looked up at the house. The chipped dried red paint, the rusted swing set with the broken swing seat, the bells above the porch was now missing. The grass was still cut, but most of the plants that used to live in the front yard was gone. There never used to be any gate or fence guarding the house, but now there was a black metalic fence.

"Is this. . .it?" Andy asked himself. The scenery looked so unfamiliar to him. When Isaac was around, this was the best part of the suburbs. Now with Andy, it is the worst part. Graffiti tags placed on buildings, and on the streets.

Andy tried at the gate door, jiggling it a little. The door was wobbly, obviously worn out and unstable. And jiggled the gate some more, hoping it would do an effect. Fortuanly, it did. The gate unlocked itself, and Andy pushed it out.

He entered into the front yard, and silently closed the gate door. Andy approached up onto the light brown porch. It used to be a darker shade of brown, however.

Andy peeked into the window beside the door. The curtains were slightly open in the middle, allowing him to look inside the house.

The carpet was a light green, and the walls dark brown,. Just a few feet away from the door was a brown leather couch, and a big tube television planted on the wall infront of the couch. There were paintings of an old lady and a younger woman.

There was wide-open an arch that lead into a kitchen. The usual black-white tiled floor, and the same dark brown wall, it matched good with the cabnits.

There was a woman facing the sink, probably washing some dishes. Andy squinted his eyes and asked himself, "Is that her?"

Andy looked over his shoulder and saw absolutely no one outside.

Andy stepped away from the window, and knocked on the oak door. Andy waited for a response, looking back down at his shoulder. The bullet scrape was aching, but it wasn't too noticeable to see the tare into the shirt.

The door swung open. Andy looked ahead, and saw a young woman standing there, confused. Before Andy could even react, she asked with a scared yet confused tone, "How did you even get pass the gate?"

Andy looked over his shoulder to it and replied, "You better keep it more stable next time." Andy looked back at the lady. "Listen," she began, "if you're here to rob me or anything. . .just let me give you some money and you can go, alright? Everything here has value to me. . .I really want to keep everything here safe and sound."

Andy raised his hands up into the air and said, "Not here for that. I need to know. . .does Alexandra Snow live here?"

The lady gave Andy a strange look and asked, "Who are you again?"

"A friend of Alexandra. Please. . .I need to tell her something." Andy pleaded.

The lady looked down and sighed, "Tell her what?"

"I have to tell her." Andy quickly responded.

"Well," she wiled up in anger, "she's dead! She's been dead for years! If you were really her 'friend' you would know this!"

Andy took a step back, and then asked, "Who are you to Alexandra?"

She looked up and said, "Her daughter. Angie."

Andy nodded and said, "My name is Andy. Can I please come in?"

Angie gave Andy a dead eye and barked, "I barely even know you! How can I let someone I don't even know into my house! How do you even know my mother?!"

Andy sighed, "Childhood friend."

Angie laughed, "Do you think I am stupid? I am certainly not! Now. . .if you don't leave, I will call the cops on you."

Andy spoke up fast, "I died! I was reborn as a new person! My old name was Isaac Jefferson. . .my name new is Andy Über. I met your mother in 2nd grade. She always was interested in the idea of Rebirth, so I needed to prove it! So here I am!"

Angie raised a brow and said to herself, "Oh?"

Andy nodded and said, "It sounds crazy. . .but it's true!"

Angie pondered for a minute and replied, "You know. . .I always believed in that crap. I guess my mother believed in it so much it passed on to me." Angie looked at Andy and asked, "You think you can just come in with this story? I need some damn proof or something before I let a weird stranger in my house."

Andy looked up in the sky, and saw the Angels hovering in the air. They were always in partners, their posts about every six or seven miles inbetween each other. For Angels, they didn't have much other abilities that could help them find a specific person.

Andy looked back at Angie and begged, "Please! I really need help. . .and you are all I have! Please let me in! I can prove this later. . .I just need to hide."

Angie sighed, and stepped aside for him. "Fine. If you do anything to harm me though, I won't be afraid to call the cops or deal with you myself!"

"If I wanted to harm you, i'd already done so." Andy sighed, stepping into the house. Angie groaned at him, and shut the door.

"Can. . .can I just stay the night? I mean, it is getting late. I can sleep on the couch or something. On the floor. It doesn't matter." Andy said, trying to sound as innocent as possible, to gain Angie's favor.

"Oh oh oh no!" Angie barked, "you are not sleeping here! Not at all!"

Andy put his hands in a begging positions and pleaded, "Please. I'll leave right at four in the morning. I just want a shower and some sleep. Please. . .if you'd like, I could come back later with some proof of knowing Alexandra."

Angie thought for a moment, and reluctantly agreed. "Sure. . .head into the kitchen, go to the hallway in the left, second door to the left."

Andy nodded, and then got ready for his shower.

The water poured down Andy's back, traveling down his body. He had his hand on the tub wall, and looked down. His wet hair dripping water. The water was the right amount of heat, warming Andy up.

Andy rubbed his hands against his face. He looked up into the shower stream, and allowed the water to clean his face.

He looked back down at his body and arms. On his arms were red hand marks, prints of what the Angels did to him.

Andy looked at his shoulder, at the wound. He leaned his shoulder into the water, to help calm down the wound. It stinged, but Andy bared through it. There were worse problems than a small pain in his shoulder.

Alexandra stood up from the class to presentate herself.

"Hello," she said shyly, "my name is uhm. . .Alexandra. I'm six years old, and im in second grade. . .obviously. Uh. . .so. . .yeah."

"Ok Alexandra, you may sit down." The teacher said, standing up from her desk.

Alexandra walked back to her seat, and sat down. Isaac looked over his right, and looked at her. Alexandra looked back, with a weird face.

"Hey?" Alexandra asked.

"Hey. Uh. . .nice. . .presentation." Isaac responded back.

"Thanks." Alexandra giggled. "What's your name?"

Isaac replied, "Isaac Jefferson."

Andy opened his eyes, and then gently leaned his head against the wall. He began to break down and cry. The tears and the water were impossible to tear apart. Except for one tear. A tear of bright red blood.