Unexpected

Prologue

(Un-edited)

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I don't really remember how it happened or how I ended up here. I knew was that I was in my mothers arms again, and she was holding me. This all seemed so foreign and surreal to me, especially considering my mother had died six years ago.

I looked up at the woman holding me, except she wasn't my mother. These eyes were lifeless, as if they'd seen too much in their lives. Her face was pale and sickly looking. I had to shut my eyes; this wasn't my mother.

My mothers eyes were the colour of the ocean on a clear day, and always had a glint in them. Maybe not the best way to describe her eyes, but it's a good comparison.

I reopened my eyes when I felt her hand lay lightly on my shoulder. With a shaky, gaunt finger, my mother pointed to what seemed to be a picture, just forming in front of us. I looked, and sucked a sharp breath in. It was me, hooked up to monitors and wires. Also with casts. In a human hospital?

I turned away in confusion, but my mother turned my head gently to look back again at the picture. I jumped a little when I heard her speak. It was a very croaky sound, so unlike the voice I was used to. "Look closer," she said into my ear.

I looked closer, and what I saw surprised me. There was a girl there. She was holding one of my hands and crying. Who was she? I didn't recognise her, despite the nagging voice in the back of my head saying I did.

Her eyes were red and puffy, her face was stained with tears. I saw her glance at what looked to be a heart monitor. There was a flat line on it, signalling my heart had stopped. I was dead? How? What the heck had happened? I was in a human hospital and I had flat lined?

I was seriously gonna need some vodka after this.

I gulped, this was definitely not good, and I then saw the girl just breakdown. She kept a firm grip of my hand and continued to just stay at my side and cry. Nurses looked like they were trying to pry her away from me, but weren't having much luck. She refused to move.

Why was this random chick clinging to me?

My mother then gestured for me to look towards another picture forming. Yes, I was most certainly dead now. Things like this didn't normally happen to living people unless there was something seriously wrong with them. Normal people didn't see swirling pools of what had happened.

I looked at the next forming picture reluctantly, and saw that we were in a car, that girl and I.

I looked seriously drunk, and it looked like this girl had obviously taken pity on me and decided to drive my sorry ass home. I could sense the disappointment radiating off my mother, seeing her son as drunk as I was.

Ok mayne I didn't need any more vodka.

I saw that I started doing what looked like, to be me singing, and pestering the poor girl to join me.

She looked awkward, and nervous to be around me, and my guess was that it wasn't by choice that she drove me home, her friend probably made her.

She eventually seemed to do, what looked like give in. She started full blown singing now, and for a split second lost focus on the road.

That is when I saw the car crash, and me flinging myself at the girl to protect her. It must have been some weird instinct I guess.

I could then hear her screams, and my crys of pain as we were crushed. Blood was dripping from my head, and my arm was in a weird position, obviously broken. Upon looking at the girl, I saw that she just had a small cut on her forehead, and slight bruising, a lot less than what I had gotten.

At least it was me who was hurt badly rather than the girl.

I sucked in a sharp breath; I was no longer able to watch. I turned my head away, and gave my mum a pained expression. She nodded and gave a slight 'swish' movement with her hand.

Both pictures then, just seemed to disappear. My mother turned my head to look at her again. "You need to go back to her," she whispered in her croaky voice, "it's not your time, and she needs you. I will see you my son, I love you. Also, quit drinking so much you fool!" She clipped me across the back of my head.

With that, I was no longer in my mothers gaunt, but comforting arms, but in a hospital bed, hooked up to just about everything imaginable.

I gently fluttered my eyes open upon feeling a tight pressure on my left hand. I turned my head to look, and as I had seen in the picture, there was the girl holding my hand with nurses trying to pry her away from me. She was crying hysterically. I smiled a little to myself. "Hey," I said in a croaky dry voice.

The girl turned to look at me, and I don't think I have ever seen someone so happy to see someone. Definitely no one was ever that happy to see me. "Miss me?" I asked giving her a bit of a cheeky grin as she literally flung herself at me.

I let out a groan. Ok so that really hurt. "Pain. Need. To. Breath." She jumped back from me, embarrassed. I chuckled slightly.

"S-sorry..." She mumbled. I chuckled at her, nodding saying it was ok.

Nurses began poking and prodding me. It was irritating. I had accelerated healing. This would be healed within a day maximum. Not that these humans understood this.

Ok so maybe I wasn't supposed to be at a human party... Where there would be alcohol... And a lot of very pretty girls... With gorgeous bodies... That would make you fall at their feet... But come on, I was a young man, full of life. And a lot of stupidity.

An awful lot.

Did they expect me to stay in one place my entire life and not be an idiot? I was supposed to be doing completely idiotic things and then dealing with the consequences afterwards.

I was brought back from my daydreaming when a needle was put into my skin. That was extremely uncomfortable. And it didn't help that that girl was clinging on to me as if I was the last thing on earth.

So having a needle being stabbed into my flesh in my right arm and a girl stuck to me was definitely a weird and painful experience.