When Phil Left

THE SACRIFICE (Part 3)

"There's no way this can be true.. It has to be some scam from the Internet" I shove my face into my hands, tears starting to stream down my face. I reach my hand out for my phone, and PJ places it in my hand, just for me to get up and hurl it across the room again, this time, hitting against a picture frame. The picture shatters and the glass seems to fall in slow motion. It's the picture of Phil and I, in the park, the day we had first kissed.

I walk over and sit next to the broken glass, picking at the pieces scattered across the rug. "Well that's going to be hard to get out of there.." I say, as I feel PJ's arm wrap around my waist. I lean into him, burying my face into his chest. I feel so protected, like I'm in a small bubble with just him and I, sitting here, all worries and frights, all sadness and anger lifting from me, even if it's just for a moment.

I sit up and wipe my tears, taking a few deep breaths. "I may be able to get Phil back, but.. what's the price of bringing him back?"

Against my better judgement, we opened one of the links. To my utter dismay, it took much, much more than I had. I needed to be able to give €90297.16 in order just to get the process started. I would need to give half of a strand of my DNA to the cause. And if any organs were damaged, I would have to give him those. And there's still a chance that he wouldn't make it back to life. There's still the chance that he would only be half-living, a zombie, almost. There's still the chance of me being effected by the entire situation. I could lose the house, my job, and possibly, my life. But I would give anything for Phil. I would give anything for him to be brought back to life.

I remember the last time we went to the doctors. He had a memory backup completed. I wonder if they still have the chip with all his memories on it. I turn to face PJ, my face dry now, considering the possibilities.

"PJ... Remember the last time I brought Phil into the doctors? How he was brought into the room in the back, and they showed us the chip when they came out, in case the operation had gone wrong?"

He turned to me, thinking a few seconds before responding. "I think I remember.. but don't we all have them? At some point in our lives, all our memories are saved, and stored somewhere, are they not?"

I nodded, thinking. Maybe we could give him the memories up until the point at which they were saved. He would still remember all the important things, and he would still remember everyone around him, where he was, who he was, and where he was in life. I started tearing up, so happy just thinking of the chance to get Phil back.

But here's the catch. It's illegal.

Bringing people back to life. It's not something that's supposed to occur. It's a long and sometimes painful process for both the person coming back to life and the person supporting the 'zombie'. Once alive, the 'zombie' has control over its own body and mind. But if Phil came back, he'd just want to leave again. He's happy where he is now, right?

Editors note: dun dun dunnnnnn
We'll see in the next chapter how Phil feels about everything. I've got some surprises in store for you all <3