I Choose You

Chapter Thirty One - Bizarre Beings

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I walked down the block, happy that I was out of the hospital. The sun was shinning and the sky was blue. It was a great change from what I usually saw. I quickened my pace, ready to get home and see my family. They didn't know I was coming home today, so I walked to surprise them.

I walked up my stairs and took the spare key out of our bushes, unlocking the door. quietly, I entered, but no one was in the living room. "Surprise!" I yelled, waling towards the kitchen. Empty. I slowly walked up the stairs, but no one was there. Philip was at it again. I ran out of the back door and slammed on the garage door, trying to get in. He couldn't know I was here. The door burst open, hitting me in the face.

I landed on my stomach, my face flat down in the seat of a chair. I shook my head and got up, brushing off my shirt. "Alex!" someone squealed in the darkness. I stood, facing the noise as my eyes adjusted to the little amount of light. Holly!

I ran towards her, wrapping my arms around her. "Where's mum?" I asked as she released me. She shrugged, then went back to the corner she was in. "You don't know. . .?"

"No. I came in here because. . . well, I don't know." I nodded, then turned to leave the shed. "Where you going?" I stopped and spun to face her.

"To find mum." I left, making sure the door was closed behind me. I tripped over a rock running back to the house, but quickly recovered. "Mum?" I yelled, walking around the yard and into the house.

I opened the back door, stepping inside to see a figure at the sink. It was mum. "Mum," I ran towards her, jumpi9ng onto her back.

"Alex, get off, please." She sounded different, odd. I got off of her and fixed my shirt again as she spun away from the sink to face me. "You're home! Great!"

"Are you sick?" She coughed, nodding, then turned back towards the sink. "I saw Holly," I said, trying to change the subject. She nodded again, scrubbing a pot. Something was up with my mother, and I was scared. If she was so sick, she wouldn't be standing. If it was just a cold, she wouldn't be so. . . emotionless. I thought she really wanted me to come home. "Are you mad?"

"No. I just don't feel well." I nudged her out of the way, taking the sponge out of her hands.

"I'll do it." She nodded then walked away awkwardly towards to couch. She laid down. I shook my head and looked down at the pots and pans in front of me, starting to wash the one mum had already started. I scrubbed the red spots all over, but they wouldn't come off. What kind of sauce was she using? I rubbed harder as I flaked off, then moved on.

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Holly came running in, then sat between mom and I. We were watching My Strange Addiction on Netflix. "Are you happy to be home?" she asked, with the same sick tone mother had.

"Yes. Being in that room was hell."

"I can imagine. Tell me about it?" I grabbed the remote and paused our show, turning to face Holly.

"Well, we were locked in this room for two weeks. But that's after we were in there with broken body parts. I couldn't lift a finger without screaming. Then they just came in and threw me around! So, then  we were locked in this room. They gave us food through a slot, and it was gross! The food, that is. Except the days mom gave us food, it was ah-mazing. I was super-duper grateful for those days. Other days, the messed everything up. Even the fruit. There wasn't much in the room, either. Three beds, a water dispenser and a bathroom. No window or anything. It was really boring and just. . . annoying. Think of it this way. We took everything out of here, right? and painted all the walls white. Boarded up the windows. Replaced everything with three beds, out walls up around everything. take away the carpet. Add a bathroom and a sink. Then lock you in here with two boys for two weeks. Only, I was with two girls. But you probably think boys are lame - and they are - anyway, so it just adds to it all. Then, you get three meals a day. Bad meals. That's how it was like. Holly, don't ever get quarantined." She stared at me, not saying anything. It seemed as if her eye literally moved - the actual eyeball. I shook it off, probably thinking I was seeing things from whatever happened the past few weeks.

"Wow, great - I mean, aw, Alex." she hugged me, then let go slowly, almost as if she couldn't. Mom got up and sat back down quickly, slamming herself onto the couch.

"It's spazzing!" she yelled, shaking her hand. It stopped, then she shook her hand. Holly laughed, then shook her foot, too.

"Do it, Alex!" I smiled, then shook my foot, then hand, before my whole body was in a mess of shivers. Well, at least nothing changed here.

Holly fell off the couch and rolled on the floor, her mouth wide open. She gasped for air, whole body shaking with laughter. I missed this.

The room fell silent and the shaking stopped, everyone composing themselves. What just happened? Did someone probe my family?

Mom shook a few more times, her head pulling to the left as her hand flailed through the air almost uncontrollably. "Al-Al-Al-Al-AL-exxxxxx"

"What?" I asked, looking around weirdly. She has been acting weirdly since I got home, but now this was bizarre. Was it all a big joke?

"Help!" She laughed, her hand still flying.

"With?"

"The programming is going out of control!" she said. Only, something was wrong.

It was a man's voice.

[A/N: I don't even know what to put here.

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