I remember everything perfectly before the accident.
However, they still question me like I was some suspect in some major crime. However, they were so shocked that I survived a car crash.
But, as I sat in my bed, doing nothing but sulking in my pajamas. I realized that I should’ve been dead. Why wasn’t I dead?
The door opened, and a soft breeze entered the room, and I dug myself deeper into the bed. Hoping that I could remain invisible, but knowing that I couldn’t. “Rachel,” the voice said. I didn’t show my face. I didn’t speak, my throat felt dry.
I didn’t remember eating or drinking anything since the accident, but I felt the weight of my bed instantly shift to the bottom side, I ducked even further into the protection of my bed.
“Rachel, you can’t stay under that blanket forever.” He said.
I didn’t say a word. Mostly because I didn’t recognize that voice that spoke to me. My parents were both out of town for the weekend, and my aunt came up from Florida to watch me. However, she just left for the supermarket.
I wanted to scream, and I even tried to force myself to, but most of the time I chickened out.
“Rachel.” He said, and uncovered me. I moved as far away from him as I could, he just sat there with a smile on his pale face. “You don’t remember me.” He said.
“Who are you?” I managed to say.
He smiled, as he stifled a laugh. He reminded me of a biker and had shades on. He took them off, and eyed me down.
“Rachel, you’re a very special person, and there is a reason you survived the accident.” He said, very slowly and very clearly.
“Get out,” I managed to say . “I don’t know you!”
“Yes, you do.” He said. “You’re just too scared to admit who I am.”
“I’m not scared…I do not know you!”
“Rachel,” my aunt said, opening the door. I turned, and gulped.
She smiled, her arms crossed. “Who are you speaking to?” She asked.
“What?” I asked. “I don’t know, he’s bothering me though!”
“Who’s bothering you?” she questioned.
“The guy sitting on the edge of the bed!” I said.
My aunt looked, her brows furrowed, as she entered my room closer. “Rachel there’s nobody here.” She said.
I frowned. The man laughed again. “Oh, did I mention, no one can see us.” He said. “Who are you!?” I snapped.
“You know what, maybe you’re hungry. You haven’t eaten in weeks, you’re probably skinny as a pole, we need to go fatten you up.” She said, assisting out of my bed, and walking me out of my room.
I turned to find the man standing outside my door, tapping his wrist watch. I didn’t know what he was doing, or who he was, but I intended to find out.
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