No Place Like Home

Chapter 2

Then I wake up, drenched in sweat, gasping for air.

"Yes!" I whispered in triumph, "It was all just a dream!"

I look at my bed and around my room to find everything as it was. This was MY room, with all of MY things. I look at my clock and see that it's 5:57 a.m. There is still 3 minutes until I usually have to get up, so I use the time to go get a cup of water. When I get back up it's time to get ready for church. At 7:00 I'm ready and waiting for my parents to come downstairs. They finally come down and ask how I slept. I told them about my horrible dream. As I told them their expression changed from caring and tender to almost threatening. They told me to go outside and get the neighbors for church, since we drive with each other. As I left I heard them talking about me and my dream. I  was walking across the street over to the neighbors house when a truck came barreling down the road. I was frozen to the spot and the truck came closer. I tried to move but my body wasn't responding. Then the truck sped into my throwing me into the air until I landed on the ground with a sickening thud...

I wake up again, screaming. I tried pinch myself to make sure this wasn't another dream, but I was strapped to the bed. I was in a small circular room. There was only one over head light and it was focussed on me. I could barely move and was violently fighting against my leather restraints.

"HELP! Help! Help..." I cried my voice fading as someone enters the  room. The person stands in the shadow where I can't see them.

"Sorry honey, but this is for the best."  familiar voice cuts through the shadow. It was my "mom".

"Get me out of here! NOW!" I shriek into the shadow.

"Honey you're my son. I think this will help you remember us." the voice calls back.

"I'M NOT YOUR SON! GET AWAY FROM ME! HELP ME! THEY ARE HOLDING ME AGAINST MY WILL!" I scream.

Suddenly fluorescent white lights flash on, temporarily blinding me. The person who I thought was my "mom" was a short blonde man in a labcoat. In one hand he held a tape recorder and in the other was a clipboard and pen. He jotted down some notes as I screamed abuse at him. Then he sit the items in his hands onto a table next to him. He picked up a syringe and a bluetooth. Then he turned and walked toward me. As he came closer I lurched around. When the man got to me he tightened the straps until I couldn't move. Then he took the cover off the syringe and stuck the needle into my arm. After he took it out I felt my muscles stop resisting and I began to slip in and out of conscious.

He turned on the bluetooth and that last thing I heard him say was, "Alex Brown is having no progress remembering his life"