Although my soul is a carcass at this moment, I still feel my life coursing through me. My body is rising, my Mind is rising, I reach surface, out of my confining space of Earth. I grow bones, flesh, skin, and my senses. God has taken my soul for a chance of redemption! I collapse, my body a new burden.
I wake, rested, but hungry. Need food, nourishment, feeling as if I hadn't eaten in years. I walk up to somebody, a man, "Help me," I moan. "Need food..." He rushes to me, catching me as I fall. "Help!" he yells, "he's hurt!". I wake up in an apartment, I groan and try to move my arms, to prop myself so I sit. The man who caught me appears, looking concerned, he gets me a glass of water, aspirin and a bowl of bland porridge. "Thank you", I whisper, my voice as soft as the morning dew on the flowers in the apartment window sill. The man in front of me is about college age, very stout and overweight, he has a very large nose and beady eyes. I ask him what the date is, he replies with a response that shocks me to the bone. September 17th, 2013! "29 years..." I moan, "It can't be 29 years, it's not possible..."
The man looks at me with his dolls' eyes quizzically. "What are you talking about...?", "Something that happened half a century ago... to me...", I mumble.
"But you're younger than me...?"
"No, I'm not..."
"You're delusional, you need to drink, eat, rest more..."
"I'm not delusional!" I shriek,"I'll prove it..."
I tell the man about what happened and who I am, and he looks at me, disturbed and amazed.
"What! But how?! It's not possible!" he then puts on an angry look, "are you kidding me?! That can't be real! It just CAN'T!"
"Yes it can..." I reply sombrely," it happened to me..."
"Look, I'm sorry, I still kinda believe you, but it seems ridicululous, like something in an H.P. Lovecraft book, but since you're hurt you can stay here for a bit, tomorrow we can go to the hospital and get you checked up, OK?"
"I can't go to the hospital, they'll find out I'm alive, then they'll put me in prison again, most likely straight to another death sentence."
"I'll call my friend, he's a nurse, he can probably see what's wrong with you, by the way, I'm Jerry."
"I'm Derek Sempke." I say, them I drift back to my slumber...
YOU ARE READING
6 feet over
TerrorDerek is dead, well kinda dead... Derek did some really bad stuff in his life, but he's not finished yet, are the gods giving him a redemption, or are they punishing him? Now Derek has a life, but he's alone, and he's lost his 8 advantages...
