With Death Etched In My Heart

Chapter 17: Home Again

Hey guys. Just wanted to let you know that I had actually typed up this entire chapter twice before. But my school's computer and wifi all around sucks, so I had to refresh it, and it was completley wiped out. Needless to say I was irritated. But here it is, please enjoy :3

I was awake... it kept going through my mind, over and over, repaeting itself. I was stunned. I neevr thought I'd come back. I thought I would be stuck in that coma until they pulled the plug... I was exhilerated, and with all the adrenaline pumping through my veins, I bolted upright in the hospital bed. A searing pain wavered through my arm like electricity, causing me to cry out. I grabbed it quickly, feeling the sharp needle digging into my skin aggresivly. I adjusted it, so it was back to normal, and I leaned back down. I inspected myself again, looking at how many tubes and whatnot were actually connected to me. I guess I really didn't pay much attention before, but now, I was fascintaed by all of them. Frankly, It was a bit terrifying.

I didn't like the idea of being connected to all these things. It made me feel trapped, like I couldn't escape, if I needed to. I always had a fear of being trapped...

The room was empty, so I looked out the window that was near my bed. Rays of Golden Sunshine reflected on the linoleum of the waxed floor. The green trees at the park nearby waved in the wind lighly, and thegrass creating waves. A few small children were at the park, located just across from the hospital I was staying in.

Memories flooded back into my mind. Long ago, there used to be a time where I had a family. Not abusive, hateful parents. I had the best mother and father a boy could ask for. They gave me the most love, care, and they adored me no like other person did. Being with them made me feel special, happy. I never felt alone when I was wrapped in one of their arms.

I remember when all week as a boy, I would anticipate every Saturday. That was the day, I lived for. Right before dad would get home from work, mom and I would gather sandwhiches, various bags of chips, trays of veggies and fruit, and delicious cheesecake cupcakes. We packed a basket with all the delious foods, and gather tuppleware and drinks, and out them in a small picnic cooler. We waited for dad, while I jittered excitedly in the living room floor. When I hear the distinct sound of the car in our gravel pull in, and the door open to the home, I'd scream and run into dads open arms, hugging him happily. Mom would wrap her arms around us both. It was such a warm feeling.

We'd all pack ourselves into the small van we owned, placing all the goodies in the trunk. I would sit in the back in my booster seat, humming music, while my mom and dad chattered happily about one another's days in the front seat. As soon as our car pulled into the parking  lot of the small park, my dad would buckle me form my seat, and I'd jump out excitedly, helping unpack the food.

We'd find a small shaded spot directly under a pinetree several yards from the park. We'd lay down the red and white checkered flannel blanket we always brought along to sit on, and begin dishing out the food. It was always so delicious. We'd laugh and joke about everything. It was so perfect. It was times like this that I wished would come again.

After the nice lunch, we'd dispose of the used dishes. I'd run to the swingset, begging for dad to push me. When he did, I'd always scream to go higher, giggling away.  Mom would watch from a distance. laying on the blanket, laughing at us.

I sighed, smiling at the memory. Those were the good days. I spent a lot of time before wishing there were times like that. But I knew in my mind, that it wasn't possible. They were very different people now then what they used to be before. They were such amazing parents.... 

I must have been deep in thought, because before I knew it, I felt a firm hand on my shoulder, and the deep, gruesome voice that send those terrible waves down my spine.

"Hello, son."