Mistakes Have Been Made

Untitled Part 1

Taking one step out of the house has been difficult since my accident. I haven't left the house in three months and I don't plan on leaving anytime soon. Today is my seventeenth birthday and I can feel myself getting anxious as the day approaches. The object of my anxiety weighing heavily on me is none other than my inner spirit showing itself in the open for the first time. I have a bad feeling about it and I don't know why. I have been told of the change a million times by my parents but something is picking at the back of my head, edging me to be consumed by fear. This all started three months ago when I, Stefan bornen, lost more than anyone knows when I came across the most beautiful woman in the world.

THREE MONTHS PRIOR

I laid on my bed covered in beads of sweat sliding down my body creating a human-shaped blotch on my green cotton sheets. Waking from a night terror I look over to see the red blinking alarm repeating 12:00 over and over again. As I realized the sun was high in the sky I shot up out of bed running to the bathroom and got ready for school that I was most likely too late to attend.

"Mom!" I scream out frantic for a ride to the school that was over eight miles away. I run downstairs not receiving an answer to my pleading call.

"Mom!" was the last thing I said before running into my brother at the base of the stairs.

"Dude stop yelling she's at the mall." he groaned out and stood up from the place he had landed from our previous collision.

"What, why are you here we are late for school!" I yelled again, this time directed towards my brother.

"Stefan, dude." He put his hands on my shoulders, quickly looking down then at me with a look of patheticity. "It's Saturday" and that's all it took for me to walk back to my room and call my best friend, Danny Diggs.

"We are so going out tonight" was all I said as I hung up on him knowing he would know where to meet.