Casey's POV
I watched two figures come inside of my sad old nursing home door. It was sad because it was my 100th birthday with no family, one blue (my least favorite color) balloon, and a printed hospital card. I used to be a lady of youth, intelligence, and love, but that went down the drain the day after my 32nd birthday.
"Would you like to be younger?" a women's voice called out to me.
"Of course everyone here does" I said trying to focus on the lady. They talked on and on but i didn't have the heart or breath to tell them i couldn't here one thing that they were saying. After a while a man started to talk and I thought of Edwin and Derrek and then George. The great men I had in my old life. Soon they stopped talking and thurst a pen and packet of papers at me, i took them and focused on the grayish line where I would have to sign. As I drifted asleep I wondered if I had just given my savings or soul away.
Derrek? Is that you? I hopped down from the top of the car i was sitting on in my 17 year old body. Derrek? It's Casey remeber? I watched him turn around looking confused. Casey? Are you here? He whispered. Derrek i'm right here!! I yelled hopping up in front of him, but I tripped and fell right...through him? Derrek? I whimpered as he ran away from the spot I had been lying on.
I woke with a start and found I wasn't in my nursing home anymore. The room had gardens painted on the walls, there was a TV in the corner, bookshelf filled with books if I wascoming from the door and a old dresser. As I looked around a young lady walked in and jumped as she saw i was awake.
"Oh hello Miss McDonald. I didn't realize you were awake, the third too" She dusted my Bookshelf and dresser as she talked.
"What do you mean the third?" I tried to sit up and found I could do it a little easiler than when I was at the other nursing home. Its probably since I had that werid dream. She helped me intp my old wheelchair and wheeled me to the door.