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One

Blinking sleepily, Sebastian groaned at the sliver of light that had managed to sneak through the curtains and fall across his face. Grumbling, Sebastian rolled over on his side to escape the light. Or he tried to. Instead, Sebastian bumped into something. His eyes flittered open to catch a glimpse of what seemed to be a person. Who was in his bed? He couldn’t remember what had happened last night…maybe a party? But Sebastian never drank. Had he been drugged?

His thoughts were sluggish. Too tired to panic, Sebastian let his eyes wander upward. His eyes spied an olive toned arm jetting from underneath the blankets. The person’s hair was a mixture of blonde and brown. Not unusual by themselves, the hair and the skin tone were odd together. Sebastian’s brow furrowed in thought. He’d always assumed he was the only person with such abnormal colouring in his school. Though Sebastian didn’t want to wake up whoever was sleeping in his bed, he tugged on the person’s arm. He hoped that he’d be able to move the person so he could see their face. The person rolled over and Sebastian caught a glimpse of their features.

Sebastian screamed.

Trembling with terror, he backed away from the body. Eyes glued to the form in front of him, he didn’t notice how near he was to the edge of the bed. Sebastian slipped off the mattress with a yelp.

As Sebastian lay there, face pressed into the abrasive acrylic carpet and one hand caught in his sheets, he tried to regulate his breathing. Okay, so it wasn’t everyday that you woke up and found yourself lying next to you in bed, but there had to be a reasonable explanation.

Yeah, well one wasn’t coming to him. No matter how hard Sebastian thought about it, he couldn’t think of one case where this had happened to someone. But…maybe it was just someone who looked a lot like him. In a drunken stupor, Sebastian had taken home his long lost twin? It seemed unlikely, sure, but as he didn’t remember anything that happened last night and no other explanations were becoming clear….

It was then that his alarm went off.

Blaring a monotone beep-beep, the alarm’s mantra invaded his head. Sebastian groaned. Beep. He scrambled up, and pointedly looking away from the person-who-looked-so-much-like-him-but-couldn’t-be-him-because-how-can-you-be-in-two-bloody-places-at-the-same-time, he reached to turn off the alarm. Beep.

Sebastian’s hand went right through the alarm and the nightstand it was on.

Beep.

And Sebastian had just run out of reasonable explanations.

He was still frozen there, staring at his arm jutting straight into his very solid nightstand, when his mother walked in.

Beep. “Sebastian, wake up!” His mother spoke sharply.

Didn’t she see he was already awake?

She walked around the bed in long strides, and Sebastian jumped out of her way. (Though it probably didn’t matter, he realised after he’d skittered away.) Beep. The woman reached over and turned off the alarm. The whole time his mother never glanced in his direction. Am I invisible? Sebastian wondered to himself.

“Sebastian, wake up!” His mother yelled again. But the form on the bed didn’t move. Dissatisfied with the results, she took his shoulders in her hands and shook them. “Sebastian!”

“I’m awake!” Sebastian yelled. But she didn’t hear him.

His mother tore back the blankets, and screamed at what she saw. His always calm and refined mother ran out of the room screeching.

When she left, Sebastian got a clear view of the body. On the body’s forearms, cuts laced around like roots. Dried blood was matted on the underside of the blankets and across the person’s forest green t-shirt. The blood had splattered across the shirt’s design of intertwining vines. Damn, that had been my favourite shirt. Now I’ll have to thrown it out- But wait, Sebastian looked down at himself. He was wearing the same shirt.

Then Sebastian found his reasonable explanation.

He was dead.

All your life, death is a constant presence. Just like the ugly armoire you inherited from your grandmother that’s always hung around the house. You don’t like it, but you can’t get rid of it. If you think about it, recount the past few days, you’d come up with dozens, hundreds of times you’ve brushed death. When you were in the car last Tuesday, what if the car had spun out of control and plunged into the icy water just beyond the guardrail? What if the building you worked in collapsed from faulty building? What if you were shot by a mass murderer in your own college?

You can’t think about it. You can’t be constantly afraid.

It was unnerving, to say the least, to be staring at your own battered body. The host of scratches and nicks would be disturbing seen on anyone, but on his own body it was a million times more so. But Sebastian couldn’t turn away. He was mesmerised by the gruesome sight in front of him; acting like a child that covered their eyes at the scary parts of a movie, but peeked through their fingers.

At last, his mother’s voice broke the spell.

“-send an ambulance immediately, my son is-” Her voice caught. Sebastian looked up to see his mother’s gaze settle on the horrifying sight he hadn’t been able to look away from only seconds before. “-bleeding…” Abruptly, she looked away and continued down the hallway. Sebastian heard her continue to talk, but the words grew muffled.

Sebastian turned back to look at the figure draped grotesquely on his bed.

She didn’t want to say he was dead. Or maybe she was unable to say it.

It was strange to look at oneself without using a mirror. Sebastian’s eyes traced the contours of his form. His once well built form seemed more skeletal than he remembered. Had he always been this thin?

He reached out to touch a hand to the body before him. The body’s skin was cold and clammy. Sebastian flinched away from the corpse.

Though the events of the past week eluded him, Sebastian could still call up faint memories of childhood. The thrill of a merry-go-round, the sour taste of Dandelion milk, the cold water of the local town pool, were all etched in his mind. But he couldn’t remember what he’d done last night, or if he had a girlfriend. He could remember his locker combination, but not if he had any enemies. Important details lay just beyond his reach, and they laughed at his ineptitude. Frustrated, he turned away from his body and slammed a fist into the wall. But his hand didn’t go through the wall, instead his fisted fingers rammed into the plaster. Hissing in pain, Sebastian stuck his fingers in his mouth and sucked on them. But his hand had gone through the alarm clock before….

He stood there, nursing his bruised fingers, while the paramedics entered. The white clothed people surrounded the bed, carefully moving the body onto a stretcher. But they couldn’t take him away! Sebastian lunged for the form on the stretcher, trying to grip the metal frame, trying to wrestle it away from the grim faced paramedics. But his hands kept on slipping right through both the stretcher and the crew.

What was going on? One moment he could was tangible, the next he was little more than smoke. Sebastian tried to reach one more time for the stretcher before the paramedics disappeared through the door. He trailed them throughout the house and out the front door. Sebastian wasn’t surprised to see his aloof mother moping up tears with a handkerchief. His eyes were briefly caught on the lace. The embroidered monogram on the corner seemed too pristine, too neat. He wanted to rip the dratted white cloth from her hands and stomp it into the ground. He wanted to know whether the tears were real or not.

“Oh, fuck you,” Sebastian screamed, voice cracking. “You never gave a shit about me! And now that I’m dead, you’re crying just so people won’t see you for the bitch you are!” His hands became fists at his sides. Nails bit into his skin, but he didn’t notice.

He sunk onto the front steps. The stone was cold against his body. Why could he feel the temperature at all? Sebastien trembled. The dark clouds overhead were threatening to pour. Would he feel the rain against him? He wondered as he watched the gloomy clouds. Unshed tears took refuge in his eyes. Which would give in first, the clouds or his eyes?

Detached, he watched his mother climb in the ambulance, still crying prettily. A human should not be able to cry so neatly. Mourning was a messy job, and full of distress and passion. Tears weren’t to be sacrificed in such a calculated manner! Sebastian almost screamed again. He tried to pick up a rock to throw at the women, but his hand had become a cloud.

To release his anger, he let out a screech that sounded feral. The ambulance began to pull away, and Sebastian realised he needed to be there, with his body. He ran after the ambulance, and jumped onto the back. He fell through the door, and landed on the floor of the ambulance. He saw a paramedic trying to console his mother. Another was giving his body a careful examination. The other two must be in the front, Sebastian assumed,

He stood slowly, and moved to stand next to the paramedic giving him a check-up. Sebastien watched the man, while he strained to hear the soothing words the other paramedic was whispering to his mother.

What could the women possibly be saying that could comfort his mother and her crocodile tears? He was dead, goddamnit! That’s all that needed to be said, all that needed to be known. There was no hope. There were no chances.

“…Mrs. Harris, it’s alright. We’ll take good care of him. After all, you’re very lucky he didn’t die! We’ll fix him up in a comfortable room at the hospital and…”

Sebastian ignored the rest of whatever the empathetic nurse was saying. I’m not dead, I’m not dead, were the only thoughts circulating through his head. His eyes drew back to his battered body. Watching the slope of his chest carefully, Sebastian saw it. He was breathing. Very shallowly, it looked, but he was alive. He couldn’t resist putting two fingers to his neck.

“Some people don’t come out of comas…”

Coma, so that’s what he had…or was in.

“…but there’s a chance.”

Then he felt it, against his fingers. A faint thump…thump….

He was still alive.

Based on the Invisible.

A teaser of what's to come. :) Since I've never written this type of story before, I'm having some trouble.

This is kind of a... beta version. It may change, so critiques are appreciated.