Chester's Short Story: Where Am I?

He cried on my shoulder that morning in his hospital room when he saw himself in the mirror for the first time. The right side of his handsome face sagged, and he couldn't open his drooping eye. He didn't cry because of vanity, but rather because the image looking back at him represented a lost way of life.

“Yeah I got the whole doctor blah blah deal. Why are you whispering though?” I asked trying to get him to say something. What he said though surprised me.

“What the—?!” the man cried as he gripped his chest. “Ahh, my heart!” he screamed, gasping for air.

“Is that some weird lense thingy?” she asked, pointing to a bright glowing section by the victim’s face. It shone a pale silver, coming from within the puddle of blood by her mouth. Loren looked a bit closer.

She sobbed inconsolably when they incapacitated him with a Taser, strapped his hands to his body and then hauled him into a white van. She had a huge, long row with mom after that. Mom shouldn’t have believed of what other people think about him, and the report that he had attacked his classmate until his classmate suffered a concussion should never have led to this. But now that she had already been in the same room with him, she didn’t even have a chance to say a word. Something seemed to burden his mind, making him so distant and far. How can I reach him? Adie thought. How much she wanted to hug him and talked to him about small things, like her feeling.

Feeling considerably better having rinsed his mouth out and brushed his teeth, Ethan edged out of Cal’s grip. His stomach still throbbed, but now that he’d been sick and the nausea had lessened, it seemed more bearable, in spite of the fact that the pain was only intensifying by the hour. A brief thought of telling Cal made acquiescence with Ethan, but he discarded it – Cal would only worry.

“Ok. I’ll speak to you soon.” Jung repeated, frantic thoughts rushed around in his head of gushing blood and cracked teeth falling out his mouth.

She was still stunned and having difficulty finding her tongue. “You look a lot like the statue below.” She pointed at the proud man made of marble.

"Juggie you okay?" you asked concern laced in you voice, his head shot up at the sound of your voice.

“Where are the?” he muttered to himself angrily. “They should be here by now.” Chester was waiting for Harry Cat and Tucker mouse, his two best friends whom he’d met in Times Square, New York. By the way, Chester was a cricket and a phenomenal musician. He had been waiting for this moment for quite a few months now. He couldn’t wait to be reacquainted with his friends. Chester had become so anxious, that he had subconsciously started to chirp uncontrollably.

“Wha-“ Before he could he let out a word or scream aloud a voice barged its way into his head along with memories of this body’s previous life.

When Asra woke up, things were different and he couldn’t see out of his right eye. The world had grown quiet, once more in order, but he couldn’t seem to think clearly. He gingerly touched the bandage covering his face — it was warm, fresh and already stained, and smelled of potent medicine.

He quickly moved into a position around the dumpster where it would be harder for the man to see him. “Hey, are you alright?” he called, carefully listening for any response. “Hey, are you still alive? Do you need help?” he asked a little more forcefully, moving out of his hiding place a little more to get a better look.

Ever since Chester's birth, till now (age ten), he became a very rambunctious child. Always crying for food as well for his mother. Even before Chester even born his mother was an ally back night "prostitute" to get some money in the house and for her. Due to having a smallish figure she didn't know she was pregnant, until close to the full nine months. With all the labor pains and to the hospital, the doctors told her she has been pregnant for a while. When his mother conceived him, she decided to keep him. Not because she wanted him, but she found that he was a shiny mienfoo. To her: she would take that advantage to have a Shiny all to herself since they are rare in the town she was living in (Small town). She wanted a daughter, but since

Montresor awoke with a pounding headache, his face pressed against something hard and smooth. He opened his eyes a crack to glare of the bright white wooden floors that reflected the light of the morning sun into his sensitive eyes. He could feel his heartbeat pounding in his head, the deep thrum a heavy indication of what had