A Short Story : A Story?

I was sore everywhere. I could barely move. The doctor runs inside moving his fingers in front of my face. I follow them then blink a couple of times.

I sighed. He was growing from a boy to a man so quickly, and things that should not concern him now did. “I don’t know, but they did it. They’ve done it before and

Gerard rolled over and sat up as he heard Mikey open cabinets and drawers downstairs. His head still felt heavy and fuzzy with disorientation, like it had been yesterday, feeling like someone had filled his head with molten metal and it had slowly hardened overnight. He placed his feet on the carpet and willed his legs to allow him to stand up on the cold, hard wood. He didn't feel particularly sick, more depersonalized, like a part of him was still laying in bed

“I’ve watched new people move into town, but didn’t bother making their acquaintance. Now that I am old and alone, there is no one to blame. That's just the way it goes." He reminded himself.

“When the explosion happened, I got threw out by the shock wave onto something hard. I passed out after that. I don’t know how long I was out. But when I woke up, I realized that I was on the shore next to the burnt down warehouse. And I couldn’t remember anything. ”

“What’re you doing back here, anyway? Didn’t you leave well before ’95? Its been just about a decade,” Dave asked, as he propped himself up onto one

He chuckled as if acting like it was a stupid question,“The trip you said you were going on with your sister.”

"On a lighter note, how are Joey and Tristan?" Tea asked. "I've been so busy. I feel bad I didn't reply to their texts till three days later."

Casey squeezed Ray’s arm in excitement before finding a glass vase to place the arrangement. “There perfect. Thank you. The last three days have been the longest three days I have ever spent. I counted each day off on the calendar wishing that time would speed up, and you’d already be here.”

“I don’t remember specifically a lot of my days in college,” he said. “But I do remember those things.”

Lee: Settle down, he introduced himself as Casey or something like that, I don’t remember exactly. He wanted to know how you were doing.

Sam entered the room. Greg was laying on a hospital bed hooked up to half a dozen machines. His arms and legs were in bandages and some were in casts. His head was wrapped in gauze and his face was swollen and bruised. Sam began to cry at the sight of it and slowly approached Greg. The beeping of the machines and the sound of the breathing apparatus was heart-wrenching. Greg’s body lay limp and propped up with pillows, the lights made him seem so angelic. Sam stood at the bedside and the Doctor left the room and closed the door, leaving the two of them alone.

It’s been exactly 28 years since the end of the war. I thought as I directed my vision towards the clock, as the long hand ticked every movement ending my thought. Getting up I grabbed my crane and followed the fading colored tiles until ‘oaf’. “God Dammit, who left the lamp here!” wrapping my long decaying fingers at its neck I fumed. Balancing myself as I rose footsteps were heard thumping along the wooden discolored flooring. “Grandpa!” a hand grabbed mine pulling me up revealing my granddaughter. “Arabella “, I calmly said as I was soon sitting on my favorite rocking chair. Her honey colored hair framed her heart shaped face as she focused her worried gray eyes into mine. “Grandpa, what happened? Are you okay?” Waving my hand to direction of the empty glass she seemed to understand and running water could be heard as she scolded me for attempting to get water. Twisting the faucet she continued her pressing questions, “I told you many times grandpa to rest and ask me if you needed anything”. Her eyes wide with disappointment she cupped my hand around the glass. “Honey, it seems you have forgotten what a strong young man I once was and look I’m alright just lousy misplaced objects getting in my way” pointing at the dusty lamp that stood tall in front of the granite counter tops covered with dirty dishes. She took a sit on the matching couch next to my chair, chuckling she spoke “Of course I know of your youth”, a look of reminiscing taking over her face. “How can I forget a story you tell me every year”. A sudden noise brought the conversation to a halt. “Arabella, honey is everything alright?” Rushing to her feet her phone laying in her hand her feet hurried to the door where the coat hanger stood holding a coat. “Grandpa, I’m sorry I have to go it seems there is an emergency at the hospital and I’m needed”, her lips trying to keep up the fast pace of the words spewing from her mouth. Shooing her off me rested my head on the backboard of the chair. A creaking noise echoed as the gusty wind blew the door shut and silence soon returned and filled its place. Grabbing the remote the black screen evaded as colors fused making out people sitting behind a desk each one dressed professionally and a voice

"Are you... Okay?" You asked him, setting a hand on his shoulder, letting him know you're actually there. He turned fully towards you, and you saw the scars, the mess he was without help. The buttons of his shirt

“Bloody heck,” the man next to Eric said. “I just got here a month ago.”