Officially Ruined

Chapter One

Except I don't. I can see, I can move, but I am not in a body. 

I am in a car, taking up all the room and yet none at all. It's confusing, I know. I can't make sense of it either. A young women, face aged with worry, is driving, and a young boy is sitting in the back, cuts across his body and his left arm in a cast.

"Honestly dear, it would mean the world to the family," The women was talking in a voice that meant come on please don't argue. "If you could just-"

"No." The response meant that they had been arguing about this for awhile. "Would you want to go see someone who's life you ruined?" The women started to respond. "And don't say that it wasn't my fault. It was my car!"

"Ross, please."

Ross. So that's his name. Smooth, like butter, yet rough, like the stubble of my dad's beard when he would kiss me goodnight. 

Another memory! It is fresh and sweet, and I indulge myself in it, leaving the life of Ross.

 The starcovered ceiling faintly glowed above me. I lay in bed, yawning, refusing the beckoning of sleep that tugged at my conscious.

"You still awake, Si?" I perk up at my dad's voice, the way it is concerned and laughing all at once. He walks into my room, sitting on the chair at my desk with a handsome grace. I nod to answer the question, one that he asks every night. 

"I'll always wait for you, Dad," I reply with a tired smile. He smiled back, just as tired, if not more, and began to tell me of his day. I loved the way he made it sound like a fairy tale, with demons and heroes. It was another life, something I had wished for often. A new story besides my own. 

However, he is finished nearly as soon as he starts. My dad leans over my bed, and kisses my forehead, scratching me unintentionally. I don't mind, I have never have.

And then I'm asleep, falling deeper and deeper into the clutches of nothingness.