My Encounter With Boo Radley

Didn't I Tell You DAddy? James is a Vamire

Part Two: Bellator-

          When I wake up my body feels stiff, my mouth feels like a bunch of cotton is stuffed in there, and there is an annoying sound going off in my head every few seconds.

          It almost sounds like bacon in a frying pan, and in fact it smells like it too. I feel as if I'm in a kitchen, but as I sit up and see I'm still in my bedroom, I know I'm not.

          But holy crap, what is going on with my vision? Everything is crystal clear, and when I focus on a certain thing, it amplifies.

          When I look down at my palm I can see every line on it, and every detail of my fingerprints. When I glance at my bed comforter I can see every thread holding it together.

          What is going on?

          I climb out of bed, and stand beside it. My body feels so stiff, so I stretch for a few minutes trying to work out the kinks. After that I take a few minutes to take my body in.

          I didn’t feel this good even before I got sick. My muscles are loose, but strong feeling. When I bend my knees they don’t crack like an old lady’s like they use to.

          I feel springy, like if I jump hard enough I could burst out of the roof.

          I go to my mirror and grin. My color is back, but I'm still pale, but just like before the party, not post party illness. I touch my skin feeling the warmth beneath it and almost cry. My long black hair got its waves back, and even seems to have grown thicker while I was sleeping. It is now almost reaching my waist. My once dark green eyes are still like emeralds, but less freaking glowing than before, and the dark circles that used to be below them are now gone.

          My lips are back to being more red than blue, and even my smile seems less dull. I do a little happy dance, and then I hear voices down stairs,

          “You’re sure she is okay? When you brought her in last night she was sweating like crazy,” my mother’s voice says. It sounds like she is right beside me, rather than down stairs.

          “Yes, she is just sleeping.” Is that James? In my house, talking to my mother in our kitchen?

          Am I still dreaming? What the hell happened last night?

          I decide to go face them all, and so I leave my bedroom, and head down the stairs.

          Every few seconds though, I get distracted by something I see differently now than before, and have to stop to study it.

          It's going to take some getting used to, having this new vision.

          Holy crap. That means James wasn’t kidding about all this. The reality of it all hits me like a bag of bricks, and I pause at the ends of the stairs. I shake my head at the craziness of it, and then turn the corner and head for the kitchen.

          When I enter the kitchen I see my mother at the stove making bacon, my father sitting at the kitchen table with a newspaper and a cup of coffee, and James.

          He is sitting across from my father, sitting tall, with his hands on the table, folded together. His hair is even messier than usual, and his shirt is wrinkled, which I’d never thought plausible on such a put together guy. It brings out a new side of him, and I like it.

          I give him a curious look, “And you’re in my kitchen with my parents why?” I ask.

          Both my parents look over at me in unison, and James just narrows his eyes as he looks me over.