Blurred Childhood

Why

"This whole town is weird," Terry said when I asked him about weird things going on. "Kids are dying at pizza restaurants left and right, robots are becoming sentient, and I'm not even sure how you're alive after being dead for nine months. But hey, you're here, and everything's back to normal."

"Mom and Dad don't think so," I refuted.

"Well Mom and Dad are crybabies who can't deal with change," Terry shot back. "Mom was just getting over your... 'death,' and all of a sudden you're alive again. Like, no shit she's losing her mind. And the funny thing is, Dad seems completely fine about all of this! Like, Jesus Christ! He was a MESS over Liz, and he's completely fine! Which would probably confuse anyone who knew him."

"Why?"

"Like I said, he's a crybaby. Both of them are."

"And you're not?" I asked.

"Absolutely," Terry responded confidently. "You know why?" I was about to answer, but he kept talking. "I'll tell you why. I'm a teenager. I'm completely devoid of feelings and compassion, and since I killed you, I have taken it upon myself to ignore any feelings I might have."

"You were being nice yesterday-"

"Well you just woke up and I wanted to get you back to reality. Now get out of my room."

I left the room and heard Terry slam the door behind me. Okay then. Emotionless brother, overly emotional parents, dead sister. What a life I have to look forward to.

I didn't really sleep last night. I couldn't stop thinking about what happened at Freddy's, and why Chica started freaking out.Why I saw dead kids, why I saw my sister I don't know, why everyone is acting like this is normal.

Once I got done thinking about that, another disembodied voice started singing to me. And it couldn't have been someone in another room, because the voice was right in my ear. A lot of times I would be drifting off, then hear the voice, and jump up to see where it was coming from.

Just more dead people, I figured.

I finally did get to sleep, but woke up to light streaming through my window. The clock said it was 7:48. I strolled over to the calendar and picked up a marker to complete my first morning task: I circled the date, and at night, I would put an X through it. Terry said that's always what he did.

Anyway, with me being kicked out of my brother's room, I went to go look for something to do. Mom said Dad was at work, and to leave her alone. We don't have any pets or some other living thing in the house, so I was by myself.

I went back to my room and found myself by the window. I tried to open it, but it looked like it was sealed shut. I started to get somewhat claustrophobic. I don't even know why. I kept trying to open the window, when finally, with a suction sound and a rip, the window flew open, and I was hit with the feeling of spring air.

I leaned out the window to take it in, and realized just how stuffy my room was. Terry said something about air conditioning; I guess there wasn't any in my room. Or it was off. Come to think of it, I didn't see any vents. Wonder why.

From my window, I looked around the neighborhood, and saw houses, kids playing, and even a cemetery off in the distance. Maybe... no one will mind if I go over there for a while...

I looked at the clock again and saw it was 10:27. Yeah. I'll have enough time.

I hopped out the window(and figured I could easily climb back in), and made my way to the cemetery.

Wow. There are a lot of dead people around here.

I strolled around, looking for anyone I knew, or was told I knew. There wasn't a lot I recognised.