Mirage

Chapter 1

Chapter 1:

I thought I saw him.

But that's impossible. I told myself. He's dead.

He's been dead. Ever since that car accident in '12 when his body was flung thirty feet from the front of his truck and his chest was impaled by a sharp tree branch. Right threw his chest.

The reason I know this is because I was in the passenger seat. I watched first hand. I walked away with a sprained foot and a broken heart. But Felix didn't walk away at all. He was pried off of the tree and sent to a hospital. I laughed at the irony, he was dead and the paramedics were rushing around, making urgent calls like they could actually save him. He was dead, what was there to even try to fix?

I should open my eyes, I thought.

I willed myself to lift one eyelid but I couldn't. I don't know what would hurt worse. The pain of seeing him again after that night two years ago or the pain of thinking I saw him and realizing it was just my aching heart, mourning the loss of my best friend.

By some force of God, I managed to open my right eye.

He was standing at the end of the streetthat I was running down. It was pitch black except for streetlights that sparsely lined the grass next to the road. I started into a sprint with my headphones still in from my jog.

Felix was footsteps away and my heart was racing like it knew he was there. Like it was trying to reach the lost soul standing in a physical form with arms spread out and welcoming me in, like he was when he was alive.

The moment of truth. Was he real or was he just a figure of my imagination, haunting me and picking at the very remains of what's left of me?

I came to a sudden stop right in front of him.

My shaking hand drifted up to meet solid, real skin.

Oh my god. He is real.

"How... did you..." I stumbled over my words as if they were rocks in my mouth. Come alive? Not die? Resurrect from the freaking dead?

"I know it's confusing," Tears welled in my eyes and spilled over the gates of my waterline just to hear his voice again, "I'll explain everything, I promise."

He pulled me into a tight embrace. He was cold, not as warm as he usually was, but maybe that was just me. It had been two years. I cautiously brought my hands up to rest on his shoulders. I sunk my face in his shirt taking in the spicy scent of Polo Black, way too strong. I wasn't sure if I was crying over the burning in my nose or the fact that my best friend had just come alive. Maybe a mixture of the two.

There was a bench in a turn-around at the end of the road. We swiftly walked over to it and sat down.

"How the hell are you here?" I said a little too harsh.

"Is magic a good excuse?" Felix replied, casually.

"That's not funny." My arms were crossed over my chest.

"It's the best explanation I have right now. After the accident, I remember nothing. I just remember waking up lying on a table with an incision site on my chest and a huge scar on my back." Felix was trying I could tell he was really trying to understand it himself. He lifted up his black, cotton t shirt to reveal just what he described.

"Where are you living now?" I asked, caringly.

"No where."

It was a depressing thought to think about Felix out here all alone which awoke my next question.

"How long have you been... you know... awake?

"Maybe 4 days ago. 3? Not long at all." Felix responded.

"You need a place to crash, don't you?" I remembered, not wanting to think about him sleeping anywhere else like, I don't know, a grass pillow. Oh god, or worse, a log.

"It would be nice, for a change."

I still had so many questions. Questions that were trying to tear out of my brain and wouldn't reenter until they were answered.

"This cannot be real." It couldn't. How could I fool myself into thinking it is? He can't be. It's simply impossible.

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