How come I never knew this girl??
Alea?!?
Who does she think she is? So apparently my son was convicted of murder?! It has been nearly 5 days since we went to Mr. Harold's office, and my son confessed about this 'murder'...
I thought he went to the Army because it was his dream!!! I remember when he told me why he was going. He said: "Mom, I am going to the army next tuesday." he had said. I remember standing there gaping, mouth wide open, wandering why he had never told me this in the first place. "Lucas?" I asked he had been staring at the tv for nearly 20 minuets now and i was getting nervous. "Oh, right hey mom..." Lucas replied.
He wore a look of sorrow.
Suddenly out of nowhere A scream peirced the air, I recognized it as Lucas. I ran to the floor holding his hand trying to figure out what happened. "Lucas, Lucas???" I yelled.
My yells suddenly rased to screams as his heart stopped beating...
I dashed towards the phone and dialed 911. "Hello... " The man said. I quickly cut him off. "Please come! My son just dropped down screaming, I think he is dead but he is still breathing!" I screamed. "We are on our way." The man replied.
I slumped down onto the floor, my heart beating I just waited there until the police and ambulance arrived. "Ma'am, Ma'am?" The police man said. He had to shake my shoulder several times to wake me up. "Your son is fine, he some how died without dieing." The man informed. A gasp of relief escaped my mouth knowing that Lucas was ok, "But I you had an interesting case as well..."
The man said. He slowly circled around my hospital bed, deciding how to word his next approach. "Well, when we came we found you huddled in a corner." The man began. "So I took you back to the hospital and you kept on murmering I was there, I was there."
The man explained. the memorys started to flood back.
"So we tried waking you up, and when that didnt work we took you out to the ICU." The man said.
He sighed and sat down in the chair next to my bed. "Can I go see Lucas?" I asked. I slowly stood up and walked out the door.
"Ma'am, you may not want to do that." A woman said. "I dont care." I said. I walked down the hallway looking for the dim room. I finally found the room which Lucas layed in, as stiff as a board.
"Oh my gosh." I said, covering my mouth.
There layed Lucas. Dried blood surouding his temple. His hands in the errie form of a cross across his chest. I gaped in amazment that he was still here. Wait! He isn't breathing! How is this possible?
Lucas slowly opened his mouth and mouthed these word: Attack.
