"Thank you mom and dad my birthday was the best!" I say happily.
"Of course baby." My mother answers.
"Mom!" I yell at her.
"What, what did I do!" She asks inocently with a smile.
"Susan you called him 'baby', he's not a baby he's already seven." My father answers smiling.
"Oh that's right Oliver, my bad." My mother says and we all start laughing.
It gets darker from the storm clouds and it then starts to sprinkle, but in no time it gets heavier and it is soon pouring rain. The window wipers are going fast as they can to clear the window for mother to see, and she is getting scared, the lightning strikes a few miles away from us and the thunder roars startling me, father is trying to see out the window but it's to foggy. Father then tells mother to pull over to wait out the storm and mother does as he says. After mother pulls over they look at eachother than at me reasuringly and I smile at them. Soon after we hear a car coming and then it sounds wierd. I look at mom and dad and they are looking scared and out the back window, although you can't see anything, then something hits the car and the car starts to spin and it felt like we hit a wall or something and I am knocked out from all of the force. when I wake up there are bright lights on so I close my eyes tightly, I hear beeping, and smell the horrible sent of the hospital. I hear the door opening and I try to get up.
"You need to stay still." I hear someone say, but I don't reconize them. I open my eyes to see a doctor holding a clip board, and I ask,
"How long have I been asleep?"
"Three years now, you were in a coma from the car crash. Today is your birthday, june 6, 2009." He answers saddly.
"What car crash, how old am I, who am I?" I bombarded him with question, he looks a little shocked at first but then recomposed himself and answered.
"There was a car accident three years ago, with you, Justin Wickers, your mother Susan Wickers, and your father Oliver Wickers. In the other car was a man named Mike Goodman. Mike hydroplaned into your car and it spun and crashed into a wall. Your parents died, and you got a coma and lost your memory the date was June 6, 2006 (6-6-6/06-06-06) but you still have you brother, Elijah Wickers, he is now eight-teen years old so if he wants he can take you to live with him we will call him now. So are there any more questions you had, before I go call him?"
I was shocked and taking it in but answered, "I don't think so, I will ask if I do have questions."
"Okay just press this button if you need anything." The doctor responded, and I just slowly noded my head twice. The doctor turned and left the room.
I took in all the information the doctor gave me and relised how unconfortable this bed is and I had questions, so I pressed the button, and in came the doctor.
"Um, when can I leave, and what about my brother, and can I change and walk around?" I asked.
"Well you can leave once we find somewhere for you to go, weather with your brother or a foster home. Also we got ahold of your brother he is on his way here he will be here in the morning because he left the state for college. Then your last question, I will take an brain scan of your brain then you can change and walk around."
"Okay, when are we doing the brain scan?" I asked.
"In a little bit." He said and left.
After I watched T.V. for a little bit in came the doctor with a wheel chair so I turned off the T.V. and sat up on the bed and the doctor came over.
"I want to try to walk." I told him before he could get any closer.
"Do you want help?" He asked with pity in his voice. I cringed at that, I don't want anyones pity, but I didn't say anything about that.
"Sure." I answered. He came over to me and held out a hand, I took it and slowly got off the bed, and my legs bent they felt limp like a noodle, but I managed to walk and when I was sure I could do it myself I told the doctor.
"Lets go get this over with." I say and the doctor started to walk to the brain scanning room as I followed behind. After the brain scan the docor took me back to my room and told me he would get me some clothes and check my brain scan. So I sat on the bed and turned on the telivision.
When the doctor came in he said, "your brain looks fine, you might have a little problems with some stuff though, but nothing to bad. Here are your clothes and a bracelet, don't leave the hospital and when the bracelet goes off come back to the room. Okay?" I nodded and went to the bathroom and changed.
The doctor was gone when I got back in the room so I left and walked around when I was walking I walked by the waiting room and everyone looked at me expectantly and then looked back at the ground. But there was a girl my age that came up to me.
She started, "hi whats your name?" I was supprised at this but showed no emtion and said,
"Justin." I then started walking away, and she walked by me.
"Hello Justin my name is Alicia." I kept walking not saying anything. "So Justin why are you here?" She asked.
"I've been in a coma, why are you here?" I asked a little harsh and wanting her to go away and when I asked that I meant why she was with me but she didn't take it that way.
"Oh I am waiting for my mom, how did you get in a coma?" She asked. I sighed hevily but replied.
"I was in a car accident." I was happy she didn't look sad showing no pity.
"Really wow that would hurt." She said.
"Well I wouldn't know I don't remeber it." I told her softly. She looked at me questionably and I looked away, and instead of questionaing it she said,
"What school do you go to?" I was a little shocked and she knew that I was shocked at her question.
"I don't know, nor do I know what school I will go to." I said honestly.
"Oh well I hope we go to the same school." She said with a smile when a picture of a women came to mind and she was beautiful her smile was sweet and her hair was a light brown like Alicia's, she had bright blue eyes like mine. It went away as quick as it came though but I will remember it and I ignored it, for now.
We walked past a vending machine and I relized I was hungry.
"Hey do you know what time it is?" I asked Alicia.
"Yeah," she pulled out her phone and said, "it's 5:55, and they sereve dinner here at 6:00 in your room by the way."
"Oh thanks, well bye." I said and walked off.
"Bye!" She yelled to me.
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Seeing the Dead
ParanormalA boy who can see ghosts. This boy is seventeen, and like anyone else given this grift at birth. But on his seventh birthday, the day people lose this gift and the memory of it he had gotten into a car accident with his parents and was seriously inj...
