not the greatest but I really did try... If you have any suggestions please feel free to review or pm me. I appreciate any advice on what I need work on, cuz I'm not that greet of a writer- so don't hold back be as critical as you want, I;m not gonna get better with a review saying not bad-I need more...but I'm 5 times harder on myself than anyone else so any review is fine by me...
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sum-(wouldn't fit in stupid box)-their was an accident, one that changed his life forever. the only problem was he lost his identity, and nobody wanted to help. lie after lie, and still he cant remember. until he sees a vision, a piece of what once reality, now he hears voices. strangers telling not to forget them.. the only problem who are these people, and are they his only true friends. there names repeat like broken records through his head,( Logan ,Kendall, Carlos.) All he wants is a life, he wants to remember the past, but with everything kept hidden does he even have past, before the accident. Based off the book The Adoration of Jenna Fox by Mary E. Pearson.
They say that dreams make the world turn. They were something unforgettable, but could they really be more wondrous than reality
He doesn't remember waking up in the pitch dark night,the sun no longer graying over the horizon line. All he can see are the faces before him. He didn't recognize their movements and their cries seemed to strangely shriek,showing a dull flat line. No words escaped his lips as he desperately tried to struggle, well they stood there, awkwardly watching him . The blankets were suffocating him as his vision blurred in and out of context. Red rims and blurry shapes, put his sight at bay, but he could still make out the faces. A man was weeping, whispering to someone called God. The woman was looked petrified, standing there like a frozen popsicle. Everything made no sense, but a moment later the man was calling him his son, the woman weeping by her side. The behavior was so random, a normal thing for two strangers,but were they strangers if they called them his parents?
If it hadn't been for his deep thought he would have noticed the other woman entrance. She's a tall woman, her figure wrinkled and older than others, but it was hard for him to judge through his impaired vision.
" James," she spoke, " your finally awake." Her voice was bitter like chocolate, her eyes rolling in utter sarcasm as she held a broom in her hands.
James took no note of her, only one word spilling through his ears. James. The chatter still filled the room with more awkwardness from the adults, James only picking up the word grandmother, before he wanted to bolt, run as fast as he could away from their. That heartless woman couldn't be his grandmother.
when he opened his eyes everything was silent again, had he fallen asleep, if he had he wouldn't be surprised. The atmosphere was warm in his room, and a damp towel placed on his head felt relaxing. He could tell the grandmother and his father had departed the room long during his rest leaving his mother to sit alone in the room like a lost child. When she saw James face, her head lifted and James wanted to move to avert his glare, but his heart was already watching her. His eyesight was getting better, maybe he could get a better reading on her. As his gaze transfixed hers studding what he could,she began to speak, but not James.
"Everything will get better one day at time," her voice was soft like an angel cracking slightly on each word as if the weight of the world had crashed down on her.
She whispered the rest barely a mumble through the air. Grasping his hand,as she spoke. It was strange , he couldn't feel her touch, he couldn't feel her skin covering his, but she didn't need to know that. James wouldn't tell her; he still didn't trust her. She appeared modest as she sat there like some kind of robot, waiting to board a ship. Was she faking something? Did she plan on killing him? Did she even know him?
He should have realized. At some point her mood had changed hanged, but he never noticed that her tears took on a forced cry. Had he noticed then he could have pieced it together like some kind of murder case, but something else caught his eye. He hadn't noticed it before but everything was so shiny, the selves hung without a speck of dust, still portraying the new furniture smell. The books hung on the shelf many interwoven with bubble wrap. This wasn't his old room.
His mom was speaking again making it harder for James to concentrate against her sleepy voice. She spoke of a childhood memory coaxing him to sleep unaware of his ears as they hung onto to every word. Grasping to what little knowledge he could.
She was laughing dryly when she finished, and if James could of moved he would have slapped her right there. he had payed attention to the story transfixed in her words, but only half it made sense. A huge gap was taken from the plot and suddenly he felt alone . He just wanted to know who he was, and her words lied to him, not giving him answers only useless information,that portrayed an insignificant moment clearly she new more, but her voice cut within herself and James new she was holding out.
"You've been asleep for a-long time James, so much has changed," those were her last words before leaving the room.
Leaving James alone , in his room unable to do anything, but stare at the wall. His eyes wouldn't close, and if he could talk he would have begged for some sleeping pill . Anything to send him towards dreams. But if couldn't dream he could always think, by now he new the man and woman were his parents there bitterness, proving them fake, but tears still haunted James what if they were his parents could they really be so cold so mean. He wasn't sure what to think , but once he got better he would figure things out, everything would work out.
