Well, I wrote this for a contest a few weeks back. I didn’t win, of course, but I thought I should share it with you guys and tell me what did you think of it. It’s a rough draft of a story I had for a while. Enjoy the story!
Do you know the saying “Today is a new day”? That saying has a different way of meaning. Such as a new day from yesterday from some or a new day of a new life from others. That last one has happened to me when I woke up one day and believed me when I said that this is not the place you wanted to be wake up from it. It all started with voices that woke me up.
I opened my eyes when I see the light. NO! Not that kind of light, it’s the kind you see in schools or hospitals. Now, I thought that I’m in a hospital at first, but then, why do I feel like I’m lying in a cold, flat plate, naked? That’s right. I was presumed dead and woke up in the morgue. I might have narcolepsy with cataplexy or something, but all I know is that I don’t have any idea how it happened to me. I hear the voices again and turned my head to my left. I lift my upper body and found two women, talking as they are looking at the dead body. Their conversation seemed to be one-sided since the brunette is so working on the corpse and the blond woman seems to complain of what the brunette is doing to the corpse.
“Oh, bite marks on the neck. Frisky one.” said the brunette.
“No shit! Just figure it out how I get killed!” When I heard that from the blond, I started to notice her appearance and now, I finally see the corpse. I can see now. Her face was paler than the brunette. Her eyes look like she hasn’t slept in days while her actual eye in the body looks refresh, for a dead body. Difference between the dead and the living, the spirit looks a bit hollow.
“Oh, no. Don’t do that. Don’t cut me up.” the blond complains again.
“Why you care? you’re already dead.” I didn’t realize I said it out loud until their heads turn to me. The brunette looks shocked and about to faint while the blond was in a different shock. Both of them started to ask me.
“Are you alive?” the brunette slowing asked.
“You can hear me?” The blond sound happy about that. I was dumbfounded as I awkwardly waved at them since there is no point to play dead now. “Can you see me too?” I nodded to her question. The moment the blond was about to speak, the brunette fainted and almost hit the floor when I catch her.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy. Easy.” I get off to hold her. Her tag said her name is Nancy. Nancy Graves. I look around and found a chair for her to sit. “Ok, Ms. Graves. Don’t faint. Help me out here.” I have her walked with me with her arm around my shoulder.
“How are you alive?” Nancy stuttered and I lightly giggled.
“Your guess is as good as mine.” I sat her down, ran to grab a rag and turn on the sink for cold water. “Have you found the cause of death for Blondie, Dr. Graves?” I asked as I turned off the water and walk to her, with a now cold, wet rag.
“My name is Bonnie.” said the blond.
“Ok, Bonnie. Sorry.” I placed the rag on Nancy’s head. “Here. Sorry about that.”
“It’s alight and to answer your question, yes I have found you.” I turned to Bonnie.
“See? Just let her do her job.”
“So, you can see you! OH MY GOD!” I ignored her to focus on Nancy, who looked confused.
“Are you see the dead?” I shrug as a ‘yes’. “Do you know her as well? We found you in the same place as she was.”
“No. I never see her before in my life.” I paused and looked at Bonnie. “Do we know each other?” she just shook her head and then, I turned back to Nancy. “No.” I notice that Nancy now looks concerned at me. She placed her two fingers on my neck, checking my pulse.
“Pulse are good.” she now holds her finger and moves as I followed. “Do you know what year is it?” I shooked my head. “Do you know what happens to you?” I shooked again. Then, she asked me a final question that made me scared. “Do you know your name?” I try to think about my name, but nothing came up. No memories of my name or my life. My face expressed enough to have her answer. “Ok, we can help you. I’m going to make a call and I think you should get dressed.” I looked down and realized I’m nothing but underwear. “Your clothe are right there.”
“Thanks” I got dressed as Nancy made her call to come down here to someone.
She later told me that it was a detective who found Bonnie and me. The detective was also her brother, Nick. I was wearing punk clothes as if I was in a band. Am I in a band? As we waited for her brother, I become her assistance since I can see Bonnie’s spirit. We learned that Bonnie was strangled and have a blunt force trauma on her head and thighs. Bonnie has no memories of it since she remembers that morning. At least, she remembers something.
At last, her brother came. “Hi, bro. Look who’s up?” she said as I turn to her.
“OH MY GOD!” he freaked out, back against the wall. “She was dead.”
“I know and but, I’m not.” Nancy quickly told him about me and my empty memories. I turned to Bonnie as I notice something odd in her spirit mode. I reached out, touched her and Bonnie’s spirit became visible as she stands. The Graves see her spirit as well. I let go and back to me, only seeing her. I looked at them and asked, “Who and what am I?”
END.
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