The Things I Hide

How I met my Friends pt. 2

Now you may be wondering how I am able to recount this story if I had died. It was the strangest thing too, because I really thought that I did. They told me later that I was only held long enough to pass out. The rest of the next day went as follows.

"Ssundee..... Wake up.........SSundee......breakfast is ready....Come on get up." I hear a person say.

I pull my blanket over my face and roll over onto my stomach.

"Come on... time to get up..." 

"No Mom! Give me five more minutes!" I scream into the bed.

I hear a chuckle and someone shakes me on my shoulder. 

"Ssundee. Get up."

'You don't have to listen to her. She's a jerk.'

'Oh, hey Derp. Did you sleep well?'

'Okay I guess.'

I ignore her for a while longer.

"Hey, stupid. Wake up. I have things to do, breakfast is ready."

'I told you she was a jerk.'

I jerk up out of my bed and flick her off.

"Leave me alone! I hate you mo..."I shout and abruptly stop.

My eyes scan the room and fall on a guy with short brown hair. He wears a nice red and black checkered hoodie. Cant be older than 18 or 19.  I notice that he has a sword strapped across his back. Mom would never have allowed a sword in the house. I put my middle finger down.

"Who are you? Mom says that swords are not allowed here." I demand.

He grins and shakes his head.

"No Dood. This is my house. "

"What?"

"Look around,"

It took me a second to piece together that this was not my room and another to second to place where I had heard his voice before. It was a very distinctive voice.

My heart sank. 

I should not be here. I died...or did I? And this Man...

"No" I blurt.

He looks at me with an amused expression.

"Yes," he says back and takes a step towards me. 

Without meaning to I start hyperventilating.

"No! Stay away! go!" I yell and start throwing everything I can reach in his direction. 

He almost killed me. I cant let him get to me again. I have no idea what his intentions are.

He dodges everything I throw at him and continues his advances.

I pick up his alarm clock and start to aim it at him.

"No. Stop coming this way."

I throw it and he just barely avoids getting hit in the face. 

"Dood. Stahp it. Calm down. I'm not going to hurt you anymore," he says and raises his hands up as a sign of surrender.

I had run out of things to throw at him.

I can't believe him for one instant because he has the sword. 

"Go away! How do you know my name?"

He stops a step away from me.

"It's okay dood. You said it in your sleep."