Crossing Over

Chapter 3

Chapter Three

Humming in my ear woke me from my slumber. I pried my eyes open looking through the curtain of hair to see my brother resting in an arm chair beside my head. He had his head back, eyes closed and was humming to the tune of Gold on the ceiling by The Black Keys.

Our small lounge room didn't even have a TV set up yet since none of us could be bothered pulling it out of one of the many boxes lying around. All our furniture was miss matched and slightly tatty because we had brought them from second-hand stores. Looking over at Flynn I noticed he had fallen asleep in the short amount of time I was surveying my surroundings in. He didn't exactly look comfortable in the small hard chair. I rose from the couch, my head spinning from the sudden movement. I stopped for a moment then continued to stand up and walk over to Flynn. One touch on his shoulder and he roused.

"Hey, why don't you go up to your room, I'm fine now." I said as he opened his eyes. He looked up at me and immediately bolted up, hugging me tight around my shoulders. Okkaayy?

"You're awake!" He said releasing me from the hug.

"Yeaaahh, I was just asleep for a few hours, why are you so freaked?" I asked giving him a weird look.

"A few hours, more like a whole day. You were unconscious for almost twenty-four hours." He said looking down at me. What? A whole day, jeez what was in that stuff dad gave me?

"Oh, well whatever dad gave me I think he gave me a little bit too much."

"He gave you a teaspoon of 'that stuff'' it was only supposed to knock you out for about five hours max. The migraine sort of put you in a mini coma." A horrified look crossed over both of our faces. So, the migraines were getting even worse, that's just great.

"How are you feeling now?" Flynn asked.

"Light headed but otherwise fine."

"Any dreams?"

"Just the usual." I said looking up at Flynn. I had dreamed about indie's death again as vivid as if I was right there with her. Now that I thought about it I could smell her in the room like she had just been there right next to me. I shiver went down my spine, the thought of her ghost kind of freaked me out and reassured me at the same time. But then again there were no such things as ghosts.

"Well I would prefer if you would stay on the sofa, you look like you might pass out." Flynn said guiding me towards the sofa and sitting me down. A thought came to me as I sat next to Flynn. That day I was stuck in the basement when the assassin had me pinned against the wall he had whispered 'I am sick of your kind'. I had never thought about it because of the memories that came after it, but after reliving it time and time again it was hard not to notice.

I voiced my concern to Flynn who just gave me a weird look. "What a wack job," he said "of course you're human, you are the most human person I have met and I have met a lot of people."

What the hell was I thinking I couldn't not be a human how bizarre was it to think of yourself as a different species. I put the thought to rest and tried to relax.

"Where's Dad?" I asked noticing I couldn't hear his footsteps or the sound of him working in the training room.

"He said he was going to the chemist to get you some more Panadol for when you wake up, one second I'll call him and tell him you woke up." He walked up to his bedroom where he had left his phone.

While he was busy talking to dad I attempted to get up again and only got a little light headed. Using the wall to lean on slightly I walked into the kitchen to find grocery bags all over the bench where Flynn or dad had obviously left for me to unpack. The cold bags were left empty, at least they had enough common sense to put the frozen in the freezer. Slowly going through each bag I put each item away in either the pantry or fridge.