Changed
The numbness took over my whole being. I couldn't feel anything. My eyes stared off into space; my body lay still, unmoving. My senses were improved; I could hear a deer running in the woods far off in the distance. I could smell the roses growing in Isabell's yard, probably miles away. I became unwilling to do anything, I had no motivation to do anything, I had no will to do anything, and I had no want to do anything.
What was I supposed to do? Where was I going to go? What am I now? How am I supposed to go around like this? I can't walk home and expect everything to be okay. I had faked my death to come out here and be rendered useless. Why did I come out here again? I couldn't remember anything past a few hours ago. Who did this to me? I couldn't answer any of my questions. I finally made my lazy butt get up and find out where the heck I was.
I lifted myself off the grass, only to be surrounded by trees, trees, and guess what, more trees. Joy! I trudged through the barren ground with patches of grass here and there. I smelt a strong odor of burgers wafting to the East. I followed my newly acquired senses, heck why not? I walked, and walked, and walked. I felt like I had followed the trees for hours and my thighs started burning, I wasn't used to walking endlessly. Through the trees I could make out a clearing, and a roof. That meant a house, civilization, and food! I was starving; there was no telling how long I had been in the woods.
I walked faster, excited about being able to eat. Wait, whom could I go to? I was dead apparently. I felt around in my pockets for money, and got five dollars left over from the Friday night football game. What could that get me? I had no car, no home, no phone, and no money. I was homeless, and I couldn't do anything about it.
The house finally came up into viewing distance. Crap! That was my house; I couldn't go to my house and take all of the things I needed. Well, screw it; I was going to have to. I went up to the garage and typed in the key code after checking to make sure no one was home. The garage opened and I slipped inside, not bothering to close it, because I would be leaving soon. I hurried upstairs and packed all of the clothes I could find, ipod and its charger, phone and its charger, CDs, shoes, all of my hard earned money, laptop and its charger. I also grabbed any notebooks, pens, pencils, sketchbooks, and art utensils I could find, because I couldn't live without those.
I packed everything into my car, and grabbed all the junk food I could find, and a ton of sodas, and headed out. I wouldn't get far, but I at least could try to track down the person that did this to me. I could start by finding Jason, my best friend. I put on my sunglasses that covered my emerald green eyes, and kept driving. I couldn't focus on my shoulder-length brown hair, or my height of 5'8, or my slimness of size 5. Thank goodness I could drive, or I would be helpless.
I pulled out my cell phone and called Jason.
"Hello?" He answered groggily.
"Well, hello to you too. Where are you? I need help."
"Yes, I know"
"Hey!"
"Just kidding"
"I'm sure" I loved our carefree banter.
"I'm in my dorm room right now, why?"
"I'm coming to visit you."
"You can't."
"Why? I really need to talk to you." I tried to hide my hurt and complete alones, but he could tell through my voice, every time.
"What's wrong?"
"I need to be in person when I tell you this." I concentrated really hard; please let me talk to you. Please, please, please.
"Okay" He replied dazedly.
"Ok… I'm coming"
"Bye."
What was wrong with him? I drove to Tuscaloosa as fast as possible. When I arrived on campus, I was filled with butterflies; I would be going here in the fall. Alabama College is my sports team, my passion, and my life.