The Day I Woke Up Dead

Chapter 1

I could feel everything around me. I could smell, hear, and acknowledge everything. I could almost see, but everything had a heavy haze surrounding it. Quiet voices surrounded me.

"Do we have a name yet?" It was a man. I could see him, his long dark blue coat wrinkled at the bottom where he crouched beside me, yet my eyes were not open. His American accent sounded so strange compared to the welsh ones surrounding him.

I do not know how it is possible to see with your eyes closed, yet there I lay, unable to open them and seeing everything fairly well. At this point I had also noticed that I was unable to move my entire body. I started to panic, and screamed, yet that was one more thing I found myself unable to do.

"Jessica Parker, age 13." This man wore a simple, more casual outfit. Everyone around me looked sad. Was I unconscious? "So young to die." The man spoke again. Nervousness flooded my body, yet I could not feel my heart beating. Die? I am alive. I can see them, feel their hands upon my wrists as they check for any pulse one final time, I can even hear them as they speak of my death, which as far as I am concerned will not happen for a long time more.

Had I been able to, I would have cried. Were they going to give up on me? Who even were these people, standing over me in my bedroom? I tried once more to speak. It resulted in nothing more than angering myself further.

"Jack…" A woman began to speak, directing the statement toward the man in the long blue coat, causing him to look up at her with a concerned expression on his face. "Did… did you feel that?"

"What?" His expression was once again concerned, yet slightly harder this time.

She shook her head. "We better get her back to the hub."

Jack laid a hand upon my forehead and sighed. "Yeah."

After being transported to this building, which is seemingly hidden to anyone who is not looking for it, I was placed on a cold metal table in the center of gray, open room.

I needed to get through to them. How? I concentrated hard and tried to open my eyes. Nothing. Well, that was what I thought at least. Jack, the other man, and the woman all spun around and looked at me. They stared at me for a while before glancing at each other.

Is it possible that by concentrating I am able to connect with them somehow without speaking? I tried again while I still had their attention. Each set of eyes widened over my seemingly lifeless body as I focused on communicating without movement. Within seconds, a series of machines and small handheld devices were being held and tested over me.

"NO! That's not possible is it?" The casually dressed man looked more surprised than I had ever seen anyone look before.

"What is it Owen? What did you find?" The woman looked at him. I now know the names of two of them.

Owen held the small box-shaped mechanism above my head. I watched as all three faces turned a ghostly white. The initial shock was followed by a shocked stutter as Owen tried to point to two different readings on the box.

"Is that brain activity?" Jack asked in a calm, yet confused voice.

"Not exactly. It shows that there is life and thought, yet nothing we can really work with." His expression turned hard on those last words. "No breathing, no heartbeat, no traceable brain activity, yet she is still living. It's impossible."

"There's life. That is enough for me." Jack's usually calm expression turned compassionate and determined as he spoke. He took my hand in his and leaned over me. He placed his other hand upon my forehead and looked into my closed eyes. "It's okay. We're going to help you. I promise." His whispering played repeatedly over and over in my head. I can only hope that there is a way to bring me back, though his certainty and confidence made my hope stronger.

We're going to help you. I promise.

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