My Dear Doctor

Chapter I

(warning: some swearing. Just being careful. Also, weirdly enough, the story description somehow ended out having 666 characters. idk.)

Waking up was possibly one of Michael's least favorite things to do. It was like his muscles were replaced with lead that was trying to pull him back down into the depths of sleep. He wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep, but a little 'ol problem stopped him from doing just that. That problem was called school. Michael dragged himself up onto his feet and made his way to his dresser to get dressed. He threw on some jeans and a dark gray t-shirt.

When he walked downstairs he was greeted by his mom in the kitchen. "Morning sweetie!" Michael replied,"morning mom." After breakfast he made his way upstairs to get ready for the day. He looked on his white board to check what was going down on his calendar. Today was apparently the day he was supposed to go to his great-grandmother's funeral. He didn't know her all to well, but was still kinda sad to see her go. She was family, after all. "Hm. I suppose that's just the natural order of things. At least I get out of school today." Upon further thought he put on a polo shirt to be presentable. With that he headed downstairs to watch some TV on the couch.

"Hey mom, wanna watch some TV with me?"

"Sure" she replied.

Partway through a news story about some politician or another Michael asked his mother,"Can I have some help finding a costume for Halloween? I'm not sure what to be."

"Okay. We'll go get you a costume after the funeral." Mrs. Marx replied to her son. It was then that he came up with the perfect costume idea. A plague doctor. It was like the thought came out of nowhere, but that didn't matter. He had an idea.

Soon enough, they were on the road heading to their destination. "Your father is going to meet us there. He had an errand to run." Mrs. Marx said in the quiet car. "Okay." He replied, staring oit the window at the passing scenery. It was very peaceful as he slowly began to nod off.
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Michael found himself in a cemetery under a full moon. There was a light mist on the ground and he could see the twinkling lights of homes in the distance. He heard whispers all around until it solidified into a single voice. "I have been waiting for one such as yourself."

Michael was starting to get scared. "W-who are you?" He asked fearfully.
The being chuckled darkly. "I am the one who you were meant to find. I am the one who will help you be more than just yourself." The being replied.

Before Michael could question it further the voice quickly cut him off and said. "I must take my leave. Do not worry, however. For we will meet soon." With that, Michael awoke to his mother shaking him awake.
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"Hey. Michael we're here."

He shook his head as he tried to break away from sleep. When he stood up he made his way over to the church with his mother for the service Throughout the funeral and the voices of relatives speaking he was lost in thought. "What was that voice? Was it just a dream?" Regardless, the procession ended up walking out to the old graveyard. His great grandmother requested to be buried in the cemetery of her family's hometown in Michigan. After the last words were spoken and the casket was lowered, his mother grabbed his attention.

"Hey, Michael dear? Dad and I will be talking with the other adults for awhile. I know we don't interest you, so you may go explore around a bit." She said.

"Okay mom, thanks." He replied. Michael walked aimlessly among the headstones and mausoleums of the graveyard until he reached the older section. The headstones here were more cracked and covered in moss. As he walked he came upon a steep slope.

Before before Michael knew it he was tumbling down the slope. After landing in a heap he picked himself up and got a look at his surroundings.

It was quite dark With a few spot of light dappling the ground from holes in the tree cover. There were numerous headstones, all cracked, covered in moss and crumbling. However, one thing intrigued him him. Every grave was open. Even though they seemed quite old it looked as though they were dug just that morning. Michael walked among the headstone and dappled light. It was peaceful and extraordinarily quiet.