Then I Woke Up...

James

A/N: This is the only chapter of this book hope you like it
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           Rain. That's all that James heard that night. There was one other, faint, sound beside the rain that James couldn't hear. That sound was the screams of agony.

            It was late in the summer of 3020, when little James Novak started hearing voices and feeling strange. This wasn't very common in his family they never, never heard voices not anymore, at least. It has been a thousand years since anyone ever got sick, a thousand years since anyone has died. To say James was worried would be an understatement he was absolutely terrified.

            Later that day, James went to tell his parents what was happening with him, for he needed a proper explanation about what happened. "Mom, I've been hearing voices." James said to his mother at 9 in the afternoon.

            I waited nervously as Mother thought up her response. "Well," she began," what kind of voices?" That's it that's all she had to say. I expected her to freak, I thought she was going to be mad. That... went well, right? No, it didn't. You're mad, she doesn't believe you.  She thinks you're a freak! She hates you!

            "WHY DO YOU HATE ME? I'M SORRY, OKAY? IT'S NOT MY FAULT I'M LIKE THIS!" I stomped off angrily. That's when I realized, why had I yelled? What was the point to my anger? I'll just go to sleep the voices will probably leave by then, sleep that should help.
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            I walked downstairs careful not to make any loud sounds, but someone was already making noise. What sounds were those?  Laughing? Yes, laughing, that's the sound. But, why? Who's laughing? The laugh sounds childlike, but how can that be? I'm an only child, and I have little to no friends. I stayed at the foot of the stairs thinking. Whose child is laughing? Why does it sound so unfamiliar, yet familiar all at once? I decided I need to go down there and investigate who was laughing, so I did.
            As I walked towards the kitchen, where the laugh was coming from, it started getting quieter, the laughing I mean, so I started running. Why was I running? And why did the hallway get longer? It isn't stopping, it keeps on getting longer. I ran faster and faster and faster until finally I ran out of breath.
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              "Hey? Are you okay?" Who is that? I've heard that voice before, but it can't be! I've only heard that voice in my head! Now, listening to it, it sounds different it sounds more real. "Hey, James, come on wake up the monster will catch you if you don't! Come on get up." I did as I was told and got up.

            "Who are you?" That was the first thing out of my dehydrated mouth.

             "I'm Molly!" she, Molly, said enthusiastically. I was finally up correctly, when I decided to take in her appearance. Molly was wearing a long grey dress a blue headband and she was barefoot. Her facial features were relaxed when she looked at me. Her lips looked soft and her skin was olive.

             "Hi Molly, I'm James." I said extending my hand. She just stared at it with no movement. She didn't take my hand.

              "I know who you are," there was a crash," quickly we have to run don't let the monster catch you!" She ran fast I tried keeping up, but I was exhausted and couldn't take running. I looked behind me to see how far this 'monster' was. I didn't see any monster so I just walked behind Molly. "Run. Why aren't you running? Can't you see he's right behind you? James please start running I don't want it to take you!" She was now yelling. I don't understand there was no monster.

              "Molly," I began," there isn't any monster," she looked at me as if I were crazy like if I was missing this big picture. I turned to look at the "monster," and I finally saw it ,the monster.

               He was tall and muscular he wore a black coat with a grey ripped shirt underneath  and if looks could kill I'd be dead. Molly saw the horrified look on my face and asked me if I could see him now. Of course, I told her I could. When I did, her face turned into one of recognition. It was like if she just found out something with a dark twist to it, but what was it? "Y-you aren't one of u-us, a-are you?" She stuttered out. Us? What did she mean by us? Who is us? I was more confused than I have been all day.

              "What do you mean us?" The confused tone was basically dripping out of my mouth.

              "Us, as in the voices," she said simply as if were obvious.

                 Voices? What voi-Oh the voices. The ones in my head. Wait, but Molly she is standing in front of me she can't be a voice. The voices were rude and always angry. Molly isn't like that she is nice, sweet, and scared.  "But, Molly, the voices are mean and you aren't mean, so you can't be a voice," I told as a matter-of-factly.

                 "Yes, you're right I am a nice voice," she started,"so in that case let me reintroduce myself. Hi I'm Molly, your subconscious." This time it was her who extended her hand, and me who didn't take it.

                 I ran and ran and ran and ran and ran. Then, the worst thing that could happen when you are trying to get away from someone happened, I fell. "Hey loser, get up," again a familiar voice said. Is he another voice? "Come on idiot! Get the hell up!"

                  "No, whatever your name is, I won't be getting up." I replied angrily and for the first time it felt as if I were the one in control of my emotions.

                    Stomping. Loud stomping, is it getting closer? Who is that? I turned and saw the most horrid thing ever. It was him, the voice, being carried by the monster. The monster had a hold of his arms and legs. It all happened so quickly I didn't get to react properly when the voices body was ripped in half.
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Blood.

                  That is the only word James could think of when he woke up from his all to realistic dream. But was it really a dream if the people that were in it were laid on the floor of your bedroom dead? James looked up from his bed to find his parents standing there with light smiles on their faces, A gun in his mother's hand and a knife in his father's. James quickly ran past his parents to get to the kitchen. He looked for a weapon frantically, in the kitchen. Footsteps were sounding behind him loudly, a gunshot was heard. And that's when James heard it, the rain.