A Better Laye Story Then Twilight: Part 1 or
The last thing Icould remember is waking from a hazy dream. A dream I couldn' t seem to
remember. a bed sheet cohering me from my feet to my shoulders. And a warm breeze,
coming from something like an open window. I heard Birds chippings from a distance. And I
could feel a slight pain in my head.
I tried to open my eyes. But I couldn' t. " mats strange." I thought to myself. I tried mooing.
But my muscles didn' t seem to budge. I tried calling out to whome‘ ver. But not even whispers
came out of my throat. I tried thinking to why wouldn' t move. And then it hit me. I didn' t know
where I was. Or even who Iwas.
normal explanation brat! ofthis." I tried calming myself down. " Maybe Igotta
an and terriost to a coma. it Just have to vet ft run its ...,...,. What ' hike
this forever? Att. I ' t thinkable that. writ he okay."
A half hour passes and I slowly start falling asleep to the sound of wild chickadees. Then I
heard two clear but muffled ‘voices behind what I think to be the door to the room.
Doe. We can' t just keep an unconcern man in the house. We don' t even know if he' s
dangers us." Said a young man' s ‘voice.
A sweet feminine ‘voice then replied, "Well it' s not like we can bring him to the hospital."
Were they talking about me? I heard one of them open the door. Acat meowed and something
small jumped up on the bed by my feet.
The feminine ‘voice continued. "Besides, Iggy. No one would ever be prepared to see something
like that. The government would probably take us away or something."
But lookat this guy. Or whatever he is. He could snap you in half like a tooth pick. And why
the hell dose he or it look like that? Think about it." The young man ( named Iggy)
What the hell were they talking about? Ssmall hand was placed on my forehead and gently
stroked across my hair. The cat began to pun and curled up next to my torso. "Dont worry
about him, handsome." Doe lifted up my head and changed the pillow to a more comfortable
one. "Iggy' s just a little " They were talking about me, weren' t they? But I feel
human. Why did they call me a thing or an it? There were so many questions Iwanted to ask
her. I really tried to force a word out of my mouth. But not even my tong could move.
Doe sat down and held my hand. It felt great. Iwas freaking out and needed a little comfort
from someone. She began to read me the first chapter of Alice in wonderland. Her ‘voice was
beautiful and hypnotizing in a way. After a while she just sat there holding my hand in complete
silence. And I soon began to fall asleep again.
So, it was night time. I woke up to hear crickets from an open window. ' to
My eyelids were heavy and my eyes seemed to ache virulently. But I had to
get my eyes open. It was like waking up from that sleep paralysis thing. I tooka deep breath
and lifted my eyelids as hard as my weak body could. They opened.
The room was pitch black. It tooka while for my eyes to adjust to the dark, buti eventually got
a good lookat where I am. The blanket cohering me was a colonial styled quilt. Aside from me
is a small nightstand and a blown glass vase with wild neatly arranged in them. There
was something that looked like a doorway, but it was out of view. The vititor is wooden and
seems old and worn out. In the far corner is the open window and a small breakfast table with
a set tftwo chairs. At the foot of my bed was a small bookshelf next to a closet door with a
mirror hanging on it. I' m dying to know what I look like.
I try and get up. It' s no use. I' m only able to feex my fingers. "Damn W' I looked up at the plain
A tall shapeless shadow then quickly passed from the left corner of my eye to what could have
been the foot of my bed. I tried thinking whether what I saw was real or not, but this strange
sense of overwhelming fear was my mind. I know something was standing there. I
could feel it. Icould even feel it looking at me. My eyes slowly began to look down
uncontrollable. And before I knew it, saw it.
A tall hooded man was looking at me at the foot of my bed. He was dressed in a black robe and
had white gloves covering his long thin hands. But the biggest detail I could remember was a
blood red mask covering his face. You could feel his cold eyes peering through it. He walked
ayer to the side of the bed and leaned ayer me. Then he started mumbling to me in a deep
raspy ‘voice aesome weird unknown language. I was terrified. I turned my head away out of
view, hopping he would go away. What Iwas seeing couldn' t be real. It had to be a nightmare
we not there the not there the not them..." I repeated this in my head. But no matter how
many times I did it, I could still feel him hanging ayer me. Getting closer and closer to my face.
I tased my eyes real tight and almost began to cry in fear. But then the strange mumbling
vanished. myself to open my eyes. And he was gone as I hoped it would be. '
must have of been admim. mats ft. It was of admim."
Dream or not, I was still shaken by what that man said in the nightmare, and didn' t sleep for
the rest of the night. Twasn' really that tired anyway. It was probably an hour until the sun
began to rise. The room grew more and more beautiful as the light shined throw the window.
And that' s when I heard little footsteps coming up a flight of stairs. The doer swings open, and
a young women walked in carrying a big straw basket with an ayer stack of blankets
and sheets big enough to co‘ ver her face. She made her way to the closet and opened the
closet doer. ''" Unfortunately, she had her back turned and I ' tsee her
face. I could only see her backside. For now, that is. She had a plain but navy blue
dress that stopped a little above her knees and dark red hair that reminded me of fgames a little
bit. It went down to almost her waste, and was massively thick. Her hair had waves all ayer the
place that made it look even thicker. She began putting the blankets and such on the top shelf
of the closet. And she would be having less trouble if she wasn' t 2 feet shorter than the top
shelf its self. The young lady put away at least 3 before the doth one toppled down on her. She
gave upat this point and sat down on the stack of blankets. This went on for a while with her
back still turned. I was starting to get impatient. I really wanted to see her face. I would like to
know who the person was who was taking care of me. And maybe even seeing her would help
bring back my memory.
I knew it had to happen sooner or later. Apparently, id did. You see, the sunlight from the
window began to tickle my nose and I let outa massive sneeze. This startled the pore girl and
she whipped her head around to look at me. And that' s when my heart exploded. She was the
most beautiful thing I have ever seen. She had these gentle dark brown eyes and the cutest
nose. She stood up and looked at me from across the room. She seemed to be nervous or
something. Her standing there like a dear in headlights seemed to take an eternity. "She' s
hoohah/ patata gayperson", I then tried saying something to her. I couldn' t talk before buti
The young women slowly walked ayer to me. "Soso you are getting better." At this point she
was at the side of my bed. And I noticed something about her. She was quivering. But what
was she so scared about? "I' Doe. Me and my brother found you unconscious by the sea
shore. We‘ ..... I have been taking care of you for a month now. Dado you have a name?"
didn' t expect me to have a ‘voice. It wouldn' t hurt to try again. I let outa big sigh. "Uturn..,."
She stopped me right there and placed a pen in my hand and a small note pad by my side. I
began to write. Witch also surprised Doe and made me even more by her reaction. I
simply wrote, Ab memory. ' thwart how what I ,
Doe now had a solemn look on her face. "Oh. We' ll think orsomething. We can fix this." She
had this look on her face like itshe was trying her best to lie to me. “.....". Hopefully?
What did she mean by hopefully?
I wrote on the note pad again. Teil me ecerything, '".
Doe tooka big sigh and gave me a worried expression. She was about to tell me something
that Iwould never be prepared for.