I was in real pain. I couldn't move. I didn't want to move. I don't know how long I
lay there but it was a long time. A day maybe two, maybe a week. Time didn't seem
relevant. My father didn't come in or speak to me or anything. I think he thought I
would die if he left me long enough. He was wrong. I am a survivor. I will not die.
Not by him.
* * *
I finally went to school the week after the incident. At the very beginning of 1st
period I got called down to Principal Chalman's office.
"Welcome, Alex." he said in a calming voice. "I haven't seen you in a quite a while
now."
"I've been eating lunch with my friends now." I said in a low voice.
"Why weren't you at school for the past week?" he asked skipping past all the
sweet talk.
"Didn't feel like it." I said brushing off his question.
"I've noticed you've been holding your side and walking differently. Any troubles at
home?" he asked. I didn't want anyone to find out about my screwed up life. I liked
the way it was without anyone interfering.
"Not really. The random verbal fight but what family doesn't have those." I said
nonchalantly.
"I see." he said and took a card from his desk. "Well, if you ever want to you can
come to a little social group of mine. It's called The Sharing." he grinned when he
said that. He stood up and offered his hand to shake mine. I didn't. if I did he
would've found out about my hand.
I got up and walked away. More like limped. If I did have broken ribs my dad
wouldn't take me to the doctors and my mom is too afraid too.
* * *
I don't know why. I don't know how but I found myself at the construction site after
dark.
I remembered the meeting with the principal. And I remember going back to class.
But I don't remember anything else. And now I'm in the construction site.
There must be a reason why I came here. I don't know what it could be but there
had to be a reason.
I started to look around. I don't know why I would've come back here. I already
searched the whole area and only found one thing.
I walked in a straight line. to my left there was a half built room. I was drawn there.
I walked into the room. Looked around. It looked like something was hurled through
the concrete wall. The explosion! It must've blown something through the wall. And
it is now in this room. I searched. All over. I couldn't find anything.
I remembered how I was drawn to this room. Maybe I will be drawn to the object as
well. I sat down in the middle of the room. I concentrated hard on the day of the
explosion. I remembered the blue creature. I remembered the other creatures as
well. The frightening creature. Horrific. I remembered a boy going into the
spaceship. Coming out with something. A "blue box!" I yelled for no reason.
That must be what's in here. But where?
I focused on the blue box and stood up. I pointed my finger out. My left index
finger. And slowly started to turn around. I focused hard. I turned a quarter close
wise. And stopped. I was drawn there. There in that hole. I walked towards it. I
looked inside.
There it was. The blue box. I reached in and got it. I placed my hands on it just like
I remember the people did. It glowed for a second then stopped. I wonder if it
worked.
All the time I was standing there I forgot to pay attention to my surroundings. I saw
flashlight beams coming towards me. I quickly hid it again just when the police
came. A neighbor must have saw me coming in.
"Alex? What are you doing here?" so I had a couple run-ins with the police so what.
They took me to there car and took me home. Yes, they know where I live. Pretty
pathetic, huh?
They told my dad why I was there. Oddly my dad didn't do anything.
He looked sick though. His hand was infected or something. The finger where he
had gotten cut and swelled and turned black. It was odd. I hope his finger fell off.
That would show him.
I went up to my room and lay down. I lay there thinking. Thinking about the blue
box. Thinking what the light could've been. Just plain wondering. I thought and
wondered all night. All night till I fell asleep.
lay there but it was a long time. A day maybe two, maybe a week. Time didn't seem
relevant. My father didn't come in or speak to me or anything. I think he thought I
would die if he left me long enough. He was wrong. I am a survivor. I will not die.
Not by him.
* * *
I finally went to school the week after the incident. At the very beginning of 1st
period I got called down to Principal Chalman's office.
"Welcome, Alex." he said in a calming voice. "I haven't seen you in a quite a while
now."
"I've been eating lunch with my friends now." I said in a low voice.
"Why weren't you at school for the past week?" he asked skipping past all the
sweet talk.
"Didn't feel like it." I said brushing off his question.
"I've noticed you've been holding your side and walking differently. Any troubles at
home?" he asked. I didn't want anyone to find out about my screwed up life. I liked
the way it was without anyone interfering.
"Not really. The random verbal fight but what family doesn't have those." I said
nonchalantly.
"I see." he said and took a card from his desk. "Well, if you ever want to you can
come to a little social group of mine. It's called The Sharing." he grinned when he
said that. He stood up and offered his hand to shake mine. I didn't. if I did he
would've found out about my hand.
I got up and walked away. More like limped. If I did have broken ribs my dad
wouldn't take me to the doctors and my mom is too afraid too.
* * *
I don't know why. I don't know how but I found myself at the construction site after
dark.
I remembered the meeting with the principal. And I remember going back to class.
But I don't remember anything else. And now I'm in the construction site.
There must be a reason why I came here. I don't know what it could be but there
had to be a reason.
I started to look around. I don't know why I would've come back here. I already
searched the whole area and only found one thing.
I walked in a straight line. to my left there was a half built room. I was drawn there.
I walked into the room. Looked around. It looked like something was hurled through
the concrete wall. The explosion! It must've blown something through the wall. And
it is now in this room. I searched. All over. I couldn't find anything.
I remembered how I was drawn to this room. Maybe I will be drawn to the object as
well. I sat down in the middle of the room. I concentrated hard on the day of the
explosion. I remembered the blue creature. I remembered the other creatures as
well. The frightening creature. Horrific. I remembered a boy going into the
spaceship. Coming out with something. A "blue box!" I yelled for no reason.
That must be what's in here. But where?
I focused on the blue box and stood up. I pointed my finger out. My left index
finger. And slowly started to turn around. I focused hard. I turned a quarter close
wise. And stopped. I was drawn there. There in that hole. I walked towards it. I
looked inside.
There it was. The blue box. I reached in and got it. I placed my hands on it just like
I remember the people did. It glowed for a second then stopped. I wonder if it
worked.
All the time I was standing there I forgot to pay attention to my surroundings. I saw
flashlight beams coming towards me. I quickly hid it again just when the police
came. A neighbor must have saw me coming in.
"Alex? What are you doing here?" so I had a couple run-ins with the police so what.
They took me to there car and took me home. Yes, they know where I live. Pretty
pathetic, huh?
They told my dad why I was there. Oddly my dad didn't do anything.
He looked sick though. His hand was infected or something. The finger where he
had gotten cut and swelled and turned black. It was odd. I hope his finger fell off.
That would show him.
I went up to my room and lay down. I lay there thinking. Thinking about the blue
box. Thinking what the light could've been. Just plain wondering. I thought and
wondered all night. All night till I fell asleep.