Hey Everyone- So I am obsessed with Steve. Officially. And I refuse to accept that this is over. Michael B Jordan guest starred on an episode of House this week and gave me an idea about bringing our boy back. The narrative may be a tad confusing in this chapter but bear with me. I have some stuff brewing. Steve's POV is in bold. Enjoy.
I woke up with a jolt, drenched in sweat, panting and with an unsettled feeling that let me know I would not be getting back to sleep any time soon. I was almost getting used to it. I couldn't remember the last time I had slept through the night at this point. This was just another in a long list of new and exciting developments in my new life; in my new normal. I stretch out and glance at my phone before heading to the shower. 4 hours sleep. Not bad. The noise in my head is getting clearer somehow. Like a fuzzy radio transmission that only needed to be tuned properly. I knew there was a message trying to get through. I just wasn't sure who was controlling the dials. I turn on the shower while I am heading to the bathroom. My new normal definitely had its perks and I was determined to enjoy them as long as my powers meant not sleeping and hearing voices. Not sleeping and hearing voices. I wonder, for about the umpteenth time today, whether I should just give up on this crazy mission and admit that I having some sort of mental episode. My parents were already convinced I was crazy. I hadn't exactly told them that the voices told me to pick some school in the middle of nowhere but they already thought I was crazy. Maybe I am I think grimly as I shut my eyes and let the water run down my scalp and my back. That funny resolve stirs up again and I just know that something big is about to happen and that all I have to do is wait. Maybe I would get the answers I needed.
At first all there was nothing. There was no me and no here and I existed, or more specifically did not exist (there was no me) in the nothing for a long time. Slowly and then all at once I was born again, for the second time. Then there was darkness. There was also sound. And I lay in the dark and tried to piece it all together. All I knew was to call their names Andrew, Matt. I knew I didn't need to shout. Just think their names and they'll come. Andrew, Matt. I'm here. Help.
I wake up with a jolt but this time I am not scared, I am not confused or uncertain. I quickly change into jeans, a t-shirt and a hoodie and throw my north face jacket over it. As I slide into my converse I summon my keys and wallet over. I don't know how long I'll be gone but I finally, finally know where I am going.
I take a deep breath and let myself take off. It was hard at first but now it is the easiest thing in the world. The only part I don't like is the cold. I shove my hands into my pockets regretting that I didn't bring my gloves with me. I clear my mind and respond-I'm on my way. Hold on. After that all I have to do is follow my instinct. Something deep inside me is telling me where to go.
When I land in a graveyard I am more than a little perturbed. I stand there for five minutes trying to figure out what to do. Finally, I decide to risk just asking.
"Hello. I'm here. What should I do?" I ask. Half muttering because speaking the words out loud feel more normal than just thinking them.
"Come" the tug upsets my equilibrium and I stumble before regaining my balance. It pulls me forward. We stop at a grave with a cracked headstone. Steve Montgomery, died 2011.
"Help" the voice implores. I know I have to dig. Pushing down the revulsion that rises up in me I start to displace the dirt taking only small mounds at first because I am not sure what I will find down there. Maybe it is another shiny alien rock with superpower giving abilities. I reconsider checking myself into the student mental health facility tomorrow. I shake my head when I feel a laugh that isn't mine. It is only then that I consider the possibility that there is a person. My heart beats faster. I feel around mentally and get a sense of the coffin. I think I can pull it out.
"Is that okay?" I think asking for the person's permission before trying.
"Go for it" the voice encourages.
It's important to get a good feel for the dimensions and edges of an object before trying to lift it. You don't want to shatter it or crush it, especially when there is someone in there. Another laugh, bizarre, I wouldn't be laughing if I were buried alive.
"You would be if you weren't going to be much longer", Comes the reply as clear as day. I instinctively turn around to see if anyone's there but I know I didn't hear it with my ears.
I feel like a solid grip on it so I start to lift. The soil makes it slightly tricky. It's heavier and the earth shifts unpredictably around it as I move it. I mess up a few of the surrounding graves. Finally I feel it give way a second before it appears on the surface. I set it down gently and approach it. I am curious even though I probably should be cautious. I can kick a lot more ass now than when I was a normal twenty year old girl. The roof of the coffin shoots open and goes ricocheting into the trees in the distance almost comically.
A man sits up. His voice is rough from disuse.
"Don't worry. I won't hurt you" He says.
I approach him and help pull him out of the coffin. He leaves it over eagerly and trips on his way out gulping in the fresh air and stumbling around drunkenly.
"Are you okay?" I ask. It feels strange to talk to him with my voice.
"I can't see," He responds before passing out.