A Nindroid's Tears: Forgotten 2

by A. L. Huang

Zane is in an accident and goes into a coma. His family turns him off for a year, not realizing their Nindroid can perceive everything, even after dead. Can a touch after that long, from a loved one, bring him back? If he does return, will people accept him? What has changed in a year? He was intending to tell Pixal about his memories. Rated T for my usual violence stories.

2. Chapter 2: I Was Dead

Chapter 2

I Was Dead

I do not know how long it has been since they pulled the plug; however, I am certain someone will come in here, or at least, I hope so. I slowly drift back into sleep.

I am suddenly in a quite snowy place, with a cool drift blowing on my confused face. I turn to see a breathtakingly beautiful mountain, the peaks of it tipped with white. The place is quiet, tranquil, and no one is here. I breathe deeply, the lovely air from the weather filling my artificial lungs and I gaze to see an owl, sleeping soundly in a branch of a tree. I smile, but then wince as I feel a sharp pain in my right leg and I drop on the ground. I sit up and attempt to stand, only causing more pain when I apply more pressure to my limb.

"Kai, Jay, Lloyd, Sensei, Cole, Nya, anyone?" I call, cupping my hands round my mouth. I hear nothing but echoes throughout the vast area, lined with many birch trees, and something in the distance. It advances rapidly and I see a large van rushing towards me. I shout and frantically wave my arms to get the driver's attention. It doesn't stop and I see headlights blinding me for an instant; then something hits me. Searing pain courses through my body as I fly through the air. I close my eyes.

I try to open them, but find the pain has vanished and I am lying on the table. I sigh inwardly with relief. It was only a dream, or was it? Sweat rolls down my forehead and I wish I could wipe it off, yet I feel a cloth on my head, wiping it off. Who is it?

"I wish we had not gone with the others on that trip," Pixal speaks softly to herself, "Why does he have to die?" My heart tears into 1,000 pieces as her usually monotone voice sounds strained with grief.

A Year Later

Nothing has happened, nothing, for so long, I want to rip my vital cords out and die, no matter how painful my passing. My family has forgotten me. No one has come here to visit me for a lengthier time than I can fathom. Even Pixal's visits dwindled, and have now ceased altogether, leaving me without a loved one in my black world of despair. I do not have any hope left in my circuitry, no love, no movement, no pulse, nothing but the torture of hearing. Every sense is dull now, and I feel locked up, rusty, ancient even. Creak! I suddenly hear some sort of movement above me, perhaps the floorboards creaking by a rat treading on it. I hope it is someone I know, or something to kill me, yet I sense it is not an animal, nor a human.

I lie here waiting as a door creaks on rusty hinges and footsteps approach, sounding hesitant. A hand gently touches my hair, smoothing it out softly, in a feminine manner. Pixal, is that you?

"Zane, I am sorry. Things have changed so much that I-I cannot bear to live without you. I cannot bear to face the fact that you are gone. You and Mr. Borg are the only ones that have ever cared for me, yet you are gone and my creator's days are numbered. I am coming to join you."

It has been so long since she has been here that I feel a pulse come from my energy source. A single pulse, that dies down in a matter of moment. I hope she understands what is happening to me. Please don't die because of me! I use all of my willpower and lift a finger, two more pulses coming from my heart.

"Zane?" Pixal gasps.