Victor stared numbly at Sparkys grave. Everything inside of him felt empty. Like he was dead too. No pulse, no breath. Accept he was alive, but his living attributes like breathing and his heart beating in his chest, didn't seem to be there.
It was like he was in a coma. His brain bared no though, his eyes not really seeming to be focused on anything, and his ears blocked out all sounds of the world.
He consciously knew his parent were standing right behind him, but he felt so alone he didn't notice them, anyone, or anything.
Sparky had meant everything to him. He had been his life, his companion. The one when no matter how bad things were or seemed, could always put a smile on his face.
Seeing sparky die was probably the most tramatizing and gruesome thing he had ever seen. He couldn't even name all of the feelings and words that described that moment. The list would be too long.
Victor didn't notice his mother start to move towards him and open her mouth to comfort him, or his father give her a look to leave him alone, for he what it was like to lose your best friend. He didn't notice them walk back down the hill which Sparkys grave was on. A tall lone grave on a small hill in the pet cemetery. The graveyard for pets just outside of town. The graveyard had been made because Pastor Galswells felt it was rude and unholy to bury 'fermins', where the people of the town laid.
Victor, unmoving, could only stare at Sparkys resting place, feeling dead inside.
He had zombie-like walked home. When he briefly woke up from his trance, he wondered how he had even gotten home or when. He had ten quickly returned to his zombie state.
He had trudged upstairs to his room, skipping supper, and fell on his bed, going limp as soon as his head hit the pillow. He wasn't sure if he would ever be able to move again.
So this is what meeting death was like.
He laid there, no moving an inch for two hours before his father and mother came into his room right before bed.
His mother came over and sat on the edge of his bed.
"He was a great dog," his mother said soothingly. "A great friend."
"The best dog a kid could have," his father chimed in.
Victor didn't reply. He laid there staring at his ceiling. He looked at his parents though when his mother said, "When you lose someone you love, they never really leave you. They just move into a special place in your heart. He'll always be there, Victor."
He noticed his father's eye twitch at that. Like the statement affected him in way too. Victor didn't say anything about it.
"I don't want him in my heart, I want him here, with me," he said depressingly before giving his mother on last glance, and turned on his other side, away from his parents.
His mother leaned over and gave him a peck on the cheek. She stood up and her and Father walked towards the door.
Before she left the room, she said by the door, "If we could bring him back we would."
Dazed, he then fell asleep.
The whole morning seemed to go by just the same as the day before. He didn't even feel a tiny bit better after a good nights sleep.
Well, it certainly had not been a good night, but he had slept so deeply. More than he ever had in his life.
Death seemed to suck all the energy and all life in you. Even though he was now only ten years old, he felt like he was ninety.
Despite the death, Victoria still thought his tutor should come over. He only had two. One for most subjects then one for history. Victor never knew why he only had two when all the other kids his age had one for every subject.
Probably that 'family secret' he was never going to be told. He never understood why it was the 'family secret' when it seemed to only affect him.
Maybe something was wrong with him.
But he didn't much care about that or anything at the moment. Not even science, his favorite subject, something he could spend hours and hours doing and learning. He almost never left the attic. The place where he could invent, create. But what he really wanted to do right now was go back up to his room and sleep for hours.
Or forever. With the way Victor felt right now, he didn't have any doubt about it.
Victor put up his book, to make it look like he was reading. Probably confusing his tutor because Victor had already read the book about fifty times and could repeat every word off the top of his head.
He laid his head down on his desk, unable to be seen by his tutor, and fell asleep.
"Victor…," a voice in the wind whispered to him.
Victor was in the forest by town. There was a breeze in the air.
And his was standing by an old oak tree.
"Hello?" he called back.
A haze of blue butterflies came into his view. Hundreds and hundreds of the beautiful creatures.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"You've heard of me before…," the voice said. "Your father has talked about me a lot…"
"What do you want?" he questioned.
"You can do it Victor…Use the knowledge you are about to receive to bring him back…"
"Bring who back?" he said, though he already knew the answer.
"Sparky…"
Victors eyes snapped open, awakened from the dream by the sound of a door slamming shut. He looked up to see a scary looking man enter the room.
"Victor," said his tutor, oblivious to the nap he had just taken, "This is Mr. Rzykruski. He came into town with the crew that will be putting up a fair in the next few days. He will be demonstrating something which I think you will find very interesting."
Fair? Victor thought confused. Then again this whole situation was a bit confusing. He had never had anyone besides his two tutors come in to teach him. Who was this guy?
Mr. Rzykruski set a box on the desk, and took out a display that held a dead frog. He took an electrode and attached it to the frogs legs.
"Just like lightning," he said, starting his demonstration, "the nervous system is electricity. Even after death, the wiring remains."
Mr. Rzykruki flipped a switch on the electric box which the frog was connected too. The frog's legs flew up in the air. It was moving! Even though it was dead…
Then the dream and what he had just learned made sense.
He didn't even know if it was possible…but that's what he was going to find out.