Phoenix

Peter, an average fifteen-year-old boy, must choose between life and death when he is hit by a runaway car outside his house. When he wakes up in hospital as a ghostly form of himself, he must use what little information he is given by a Raven-haired teen to make his choice. Between sinister plots, a mysterious Werecat and not knowing who he can trust, he soon learns that choosing to live, may end up killing him.

This is the first of my Journals, detailing the last few years and all their events. This particular journal is more a collective of Peter's experiences, his coming of age you could say. Though I'm obviously not Peter, I'll try to convey his thoughts as best as I can. I hope that you will read, enjoy, and understand. Understand that the world is never as it appears.

All the best,

Aegean Brahyeux White-Fang

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5. Chapter Four

Saint Mary’s Hospital—March 26th I’ll give you a few hours to hear your goodbyes. It’s amazing how many people are affected by your death, people that you either hadn’t seen in years or had never met at all. In fact, it scared me how much I was okay with it all. My relatives stood there, remembering all the good times and what a good boy I was. My Aunts and Uncles would reminisce about my childhood; my grandparents would shake their heads and talk about how everything happened ‘too soon’. My mother walked in alone, kissed me on the forehead and left without saying anything. I wanted to reach out for her again, to tell her I was still here and that I would keep living. All the while, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was supposed to be doing something, acting a certain way. I felt nothing. Not sadness, or any other emotion. Not even as my sister stood at the door, not daring to come in. I could tell she blamed herself, and I didn’t care. “There’s nothing wrong with you, we all went through it” Raven said softly, “It’s a blessing really, to not feel anything. It would be harder to leave that way.” He hadn’t moved from the corner since the goodbyes started, always looking off into the distance. “Why?” “I guess emotions are tied to the body and not the soul, or at least that’s the way I see it. Now that the soul has left the body it has no connection to these people and that’s why you don’t feel anything towards them.” “Will it be like this forever?” This decision was not sounding the best in hindsight. “No. The soul works out its own emotions. Think of it this way, you’re starting with a clean slate. Everything you’ve thought and felt up until now is gone. To be honest it’s a bit hard seeing it all from this perspective, not being the one experiencing it. I wonder if I acted the same.” He laughed quietly. “I can’t remember any of it now.” “Do you want to leave for a bit?” He smiled. “I would have liked someone there when I went through it.” I nodded, understanding. “Thanks Raven.” The procession of relatives began to dwindle as the sun set outside. The room was now feeling empty and eerie. “I guess that’s the last of them. You should start packing.” This was it. I turned away for a second to take a deep breath. I was getting a second chance at life, I should be happy and enjoy it. “Peter…” The new voice made me stop and I swear I felt my heart beat painfully in my chest. Did it still work? I didn’t want to turn around. No. My body refused to. “Peter.” The voice said again. I forced my body around to face him standing at the door, the setting sun casting deep shadows across his face. He looked older. “You promised.” I froze. He was looking at me. “You promised remember? You promise you’d fight and stay alive.” Raven had stood up. “Don’t forget.” He left. I stood there. “Interesting.” Raven stood next to me, looking out the door. “What--” “That promise is what kept you alive. Figuratively speaking of course.” “Didn’t you say not many people came back? How can a promise do it, everyone says that?” He paused and clasped my shoulder gently. “You, Peter, have a very powerful friend.” He said no more.
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