Onision Self Insert (Reaper's Creek)

Chapter 10: Your Dead Girlfriend

The alien was prepared this time. He pulled one of my eyes out, I tried to scream, my mouth was stuck open, my vocal chords were paralyzed. With my remaining eye I tried to get a good look at the alien as I yelled inside my own mind, suffering silently to the world around me. The alien looked healed. Maybe it was a different alien whose eyes didn't explode, but it seemed this one was trying to take an eye for an eye... no, he... it, whatever it is, put my eye back. But it felt different. My eye felt a warmth at the stem.

The alien reached forward and pulled my other eye, with seemingly no resistance. I could see with my freshly replaced eye in seemingly the same way. No blur, 20/20... or I guess just 20 vision.

After inspecting and touching my eye in a few areas, it was also returned to my head. The creature seemed to be in a hurry. Immediately it thrust it's hand into my chest and pulled out my heart, or so it looked like my heart, I have no real understanding of my one anatomy. I screamed in my head again, I knew the alien could hear me, I must have looked like a fool with my mouth stuck open and nothing coming out. Just standing there, frozen, a gaping hole in my chest. I lost consciousness.

A happy voice, "Good morning, good morning, good morning to y..." "Shut up mom!" I screamed abruptly coming out of my sleep. "Greg! Don't talk to me like that!" my mom yelled back only to be interrupted again "Mom my chest is bleeding!" I yelped. Immediately my mom ran out, grabbed my papa and before I knew it, we were in the urgent care facility waiting for a doctor to decide if I'm worth his or her time.

I blanked out completely in the truck ride there, so much of my life felt unfathomable now. Why was I being tortured? What did the alien do to me this time? And who could I tell about this without being sent to a mental institution?

"Haha Daniel! You're face is turning green!" my sister Joanna jested across from me in the waiting room. She could make fun, but we both knew she wouldn't have come with my mom, and papa unless she was also concerned. I just glared at my sister and rolled my eyes in a slightly amused manner. I wasn't in much pain, I just didn't want to ignore a chest wound for the sake of common sense.

I got to the doctor's examination room after sitting in the waiting room for four hours. I guess chest bleeding wasn't a huge priority to them. After an additional 30 minutes of waiting a nurse came in, asked me a bunch of mundane questions & left. Another 15 minutes and the doctor came in, he lifted up my shirt and scoffed, then left the room after a few generic comments about my sleep behavior and even gave me a speech about self harm. I was confused about all this but it became clear he had concluded I had done this to myself either consciously or unconsciously.

The wound on my chest had already dried, and no stitches were required, apparently the alien had done either a great job at making it look like I hurt myself, or a bad job simply cleaning up my wound entirely. I mean it stuck it's fingers through my skin before without a mark, why did it leave a mark this time?

As we left the urgent care my sister indicated that she wanted to drive. My mom laughed at the idea as she was nowhere near old enough yet. My Papa remained in our truck the entire time we were inside. Apparently while I was getting looked at, he got fish and chips. I helped myself to chips.

Everything on the road home seemed normal, my head was leaned on the back passenger window out of boredom. My sister was on the other side of the back seat asleep on her window. Everything felt so typical till we pulled off the main road onto our gravel road. From seemingly nowhere a man in a small black pickup truck collided with the middle of our truck. Me being immediately on the other side of the door he t-boned, I flew back and full on slammed against my sister. My mom's window shattered and my Papa was completely unaffected aside from a few pieces of shattered glass scraping his face as it flew past him.

Without hesitation the man who hit us, clearly in a daze screamed at us to see if we were ok, but despite how hard he hit us, we were not the people he should have been concerned with. No one else seemed to notice it, but his girlfriend or whoever she was, who sat in the passenger seat of his car was clearly dead.

She did not glow to my eyes. That ability was clearly gone. But I felt a cold in her, that I did not feel about anyone else around me. I didn't realize it till this moment, maybe it was because I surrounded myself with the living, and there was no inconsistency that stood out in this new sensation, yet in my chest, when I looked at the woman slammed against the black truck's dashboard, I felt nothing but silent, still, cold.

"Are you ok! Oh my god I'm so sorry! Where did you come from! Oh man! God!" the man yelled at us in our large orange vehicle as we all recovered.

My papa looked back to me "Daniel, are you hurt anywhere?" I replied "My chest is bloody again, but I think I just ripped the scab back open." meanwhile Joanna was just sitting there wailing in horror "Owwww, my ear!" she screamed. Apparently a piece of glass had somehow found it's way into her ear canal.

"Let me help you! I'm so sorry!" screamed the man outside our shattered right window. I yelled back "Dude, your girlfriend is dead, worry about her." I felt the focus of most everyone involved suddenly shift to me in a horribly uncomfortable way.

The driver of the black truck muttered confused under his breath and looked back at his girlfriend. He saw she was hunched forward and began screaming her name. My family kept looking back and forth at me, then at the man in the little black truck trying to wake his girlfriend up.

I muttered "She's not going to wake up, she's dead." My mom replied "Daniel, we get it." my Papa added "You guys should walk home, I'll deal with the police and everything." None of us were in the mood to deal with any more waiting rooms or doctors that day, we walked down the gravel hill, to our home, to self medicate.

That night over dinner my Papa was looking at me funny. I asked him "What's up papa?" he replied "How did you know that woman was dead?" I answered "I...did she look dead?" my Papa answered me "No, she looked unconscious." I looked down at my plate. "I was abducted by an alien... I've been abducted a lot... I think they put stuff inside me... I think I can do things... or know things now." My papa immediately rolled his eyes and laughed to himself. "When you want to tell me what was going through your head, why you sounded so confident, come let me know ok?" he said as he stood up and gave his food to our dog.

I let out a sigh. That was the exact reaction I expected. I followed up my last statement "That was the chest wound I had... I think they ripped out my heart and... I dunno." my Papa replied from a distance now as he closed the bedroom door, "Ok, goodnight Daniel."

I looked back at those remaining at the dinner table. My sister was staring at me. "What?" I said. Joanna replied "You're an idiot, someone died and you're joking around?" I let out a big sigh. I replied "You're right, I'm an idiot."

Weeks later I discovered something new about myself on the playground. Something that probably ruined a few people's lives... I'll talk about it later though. 

[if you want to know how poorly written greg's official version of this is, this specific chapter in the book had multiple different font sizes.]