Reminiscence

Chapter I

          The first thing I saw when I awoke was black. A void of darkness that spanned before my eyelids.

          Huh. Perhaps I'm finally dead. Though I always thought it would be a little less dark. I'm sure I heard somewhere that before death, your life and soul would be reflected against your eyes. Good to know that I did so much good within my lifespan.......

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          I'm I just stuck he-

          "Grandpa, when's the Buster going to wake up?", A young and curious voice snaps me out of my thoughts. The voice sounds somewhat familiar, yet, I know I've never heard it before.

          "Calm down, James. He will wake up in his own time." To answer the previous question, a deep baritone voice echos in. It sounds wise and with age, much like one a kind old man would have. Seconds after the older voice answers, a wave of pain blasts through the left side of my body.

          So much for being dead. In similar fashion to the pain in my side, my vision was suddenly flooded with blinding light. I let out a pained groan and rolled to my right side. As I did said actions the younger voice, James if a recall correctly, gasps.

          "Grandpa, Grandpa. Look! Did you see that? He moved!" A bout of raspy chuckles could be heard from somewhere in the room. I open my eyes once more, only to instantly regret it with the blinding light returning.

          "James, go and get your mother and tell her to bring some water and extra bandages."

          "Awww, ok Grandpa!", James says before the sounds of scurrying feet fades in then out.

          "Alright my boy, can you get up?", says, who I now dub 'The Old Man'. Attempting to answer his question, I try to right myself, only to fall flat on the mattress once more. After a couple failed tries, I open my eyes to confirm my suspicions. He was a older man, with a large white beard to match his hair. He was somewhat plump, and his blue eyes held kindness and wisdom.

          "I suppose not. Are you able to speak?"

          With a voice almost as raspy as his, I answer with a weak 'yes'. He grunts lowly. James' mother walks into the room shortly after, with a curious and energetic James following closely behind. His innocent green eyes were wide with wonder. His hair was black unlike his mother, whose hair was a vibrant red.

          "See mom! Buster's awake!", James yelled excitedly. Wait. Did the kid just call me Buster? Are you kidding me?!? Both the old man and James' mother help me sit up, while James handed me a cup full of water, which I drink down eagerly. As I place the cup down and right myself, James hops onto the bed I was sitting in, his eyes as wide as a full moon.

          "HEY THERE!", he screams in my ear. His mother notices my wince and quickly hushes him."Oh sorry! Are you awake? Do you feel ok? Do you need anything?" As he continues bombarding me with questions, I interrupt him.

          "You like ask a lot of questions, don't you?"

          "Yeah! That way I can get super smart! Like Grandpa!", He says excitedly. His mother giggles, while his grandfather cracks a smile. "I see your voice seems a lot clearer.", His mother speaks up. Her voice is soft and warm, motherly, and her green eyes were caring.

          "Yes, the water help a lot." She nods politely, and excuses herself out of the room, taking the empty cup, and handing the old man some new and clean bandages.

          "So.", the old man starts after he shoos James out."Would you care to explain what happened to you?" I look up at him quickly, and begin to open my mouth to speak, but then stop myself. A few silent moments passed before I finally speak up again.

          "I...... don't remember."