the cure; lmd

ch; 2

usually, i would wake up to the smell of pancakes, with a happy atmosphere and birds singing a tune. but today was different.

today, i woke up and i couldn't smell pancakes. i couldn't feel that happy atmosphere that was there 24 hours ago. i couldn't hear birds singing a tune, no. in fact, i could only feel a sorrowful atmosphere. and i could only hear worried voices from across the hall.

i rose out of bed and slipped on a comfy pair of slippers, the feeling of uneasiness washing over me like something bad was going to happen. i hadn't felt this scared since the day i died.

"do you really think that they've developed a way to revive the dead? it all sounds crazy to me." i heard my best friend, ruby, say to james, her boyfriend.

"i don't know, roo. people have been saying that others have been found in their houses dead. it's very peculiar since we have already died once before."

i finally decided to speak up. "they're reviving people?"

"yes," said James and ruby at the same time. they looked at each other and giggled abruptly.

"this is insane. why on earth would they do that? it's so nice here." i queried.

" yes, but they don't know that because they've never been dead before." james pointed out. ruby turned to him and worriedly looked into his hazel coloured eyes.

"i'm scared, jam. i don't want to live. i want to stay here."

"i know, roo. i know. i'm scared too."

i decided it would be best if i left them alone. who knows what could happen if they were chosen to be revived. it must be terrible going back to reality, though, i am curious as to what would happen. would it still be the dull, upsetting place i remember it to be? would it hurt to be revived? would we lose all of our memories of this beautiful heaven we've been occupying for so long?

so many questions, yet no answers.

i trailed back to my room to get dressed. it was so unusual to feel so scared again. i didn't like it at all.

i threw on black jeans and a black hoodie, and tied up my dark red doc martens. i loved these shoes. they were one of the first things i wished for when i arrived here. it seems like so long ago now.

as i walked out the front door and into the street, i saw what i would call hell. people were running around, trying to find answers. children were screaming and crying uncontrollably, not wanting to reconnect with reality. it was chaotic.

i decided to go up to this little girl who was sat on her porch step bawling her eyes out.

"they took my mommy," she cried, "they revived her!"

"oh, my darling. all is okay. i bet your mother is having a blast down there. you'll be okay, trust me." i lied. i have no idea what her mum must be feeling right now. one can only pray she is having a good experience so far.

"anna! anna!" i heard my father run down the street towards me.

"dad, what going on?"

"it's your brother. i think he's been revived."

all of a sudden everything stopped. the clocks stopped ticking, the world stopped spinning and everything was silent. at least it was for me. i could still see other people talking to each other with panicked expressions. they can't take michael. 

"let me see him."

"anne, i don't think-"

"no. i have to see him."

and with that, he sighed and took my hand in his as we started to speed walk over to their house. i didn't live with them because they had arrived after me, and neither of them would tell me why. i guess the past is in the past.

we eventually got to their small, luxurious house and stepped inside the unusually cold building. i immediately tore my hand away from my fathers and ran over to michael's room. he was only 14 years old, and was so full of energy.

i slowly stepped into the familiar room. old posters of tv shows were strewn across the walls, and he had a modern, white desk at the end of the room underneath the window with a laptop on it and his drawing book. to the right of the room was his bed where he lay. his skin had turned grey and his blue veins popped out every bit of skin that was visible to me. he still looked peaceful, as if he was sleeping.

i choked back a sob as i took his small, grey hand into mine. he used to be so warm, but now he was stone cold like everything else. my mind drifted to all the good memories we had together; when we played a game of call of duty together on his PS4 and he won so i took him out to a restaurant to celebrate. when we went sledging down an icy hill and got covered head to toe in thick, fluffy snow.

and here he is now. laying emotionlessly in his race car bed (authors note: i've always wanted one of them omfg).

i suddenly feel a pair of arms come from behind me. as i realise it's my father i start crying uncontrollably. how could they do this to us? they force us to leave our heaven just because they are missing us so much? how selfish.

i realised crying won't help anything, so i stopped and stood up along with my dad. he suggested i leave so he can have some time to register what had happened, and i obeyed.

i opened the front door and borrowed fathers old winter coat because it was freezing outside. i never realised how long i had spent in there until i saw the the sun was already setting on the hills, and dark grey clouds were creeping towards our village.

maybe if i go to sleep, i might wake up and it will all be a dream.

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woo second chapter finished !!

i have so many plans for this book i can't wait to show them to you.

next chapter will be uploaded soon i promise !!

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