We're Waiting for You - Part 6 (1865 hits)
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Submitted by JMG114 (View user info) at 2006-09-07 10:28:07 EDT
Part 1: http://www.ubersite.com/m/92203
Part 2: http://www.ubersite.com/m/92250
Part 3: http://www.ubersite.com/m/92385
Part 4: http://www.ubersite.com/m/92434
Part 5: http://www.ubersite.com/m/92529
(OUR STORY SO FAR: Twelve-year-old John has died suddenly while playing outside in the summer weather with his friends. His parents and friends are thoroughly distraught, but John finds that being dead brings with it a series of unexpected experiences. Not the least of which is the appearance of the white wolf Sibuna, as well as a creature of another, more unsettling sort. What's happening to him? What's going to happen to him?)
Jessica Morgan rolled onto her back and curled her naked toes around the cold steel of her bed frame. She spread them apart as best she could, then closed her eyes, letting the Pink Floyd on her iPod take her far away.
Though she reclined in silence, her mind was a tangle of noise. "Jessica is a turd," it repeated over and over, each time with a different voice. She pictured the phrase again and again as she had discovered it, scratched into the peach paint on an inner stall door of the high school's second floor girls' bathroom.
She shut her eyes tight, trying to imagine herself floating upwards from her bed and into the sky, where she could see everybody. She could see everything from up there. Everything looked so far away.
"Such Great Heights" by The Postal Service was the next song on her playlist, and she mentally noted another circumstance of possible clairvoyance.
Someone knocked at her door. "Go away!" she warned.
The knocks came again after a minute. She knew who it was, as no one else would've spent so long deciding whether or not to leave her alone. She jumped from her bed, yanked the door open, and put her hands impassively on the doorframe. Standing in the doorway, as expected, was her little brother John. His eyes darted around nervously.
"Hey, Jessica," he began.
"Johnny, I had a really bad day. Just spit it out."
John gulped and continued, "I-I was wondering, I mean, if, you know, remember when Grandpa died and Mom and Dad said I could have the wooden pencil box he made?"
Jessica's heart beat faster. She knew exactly what John was talking about.
Her brother continued, "Well, Mom and Dad said I could have it when I was older, because they thought I would break it, and Mom says that you have it now and that I can have it if I want it, so can you give it to me? Please?"
Jessica had spent the last several moments trying to obstruct John's view of something on her dresser. Something recently used and taken out of its usual hiding spot. Something John wanted. Something filled with pot.
"Well," Jessica said, "I don't know where it is right now, but if—when I find it, I'll let you know, now—"
John pointed beyond her right shoulder. "That's it! Right on the dresser!" He ducked under her arm into the room.
"No!" Jessica yelled, "That's—that's a different one!"
John had almost made it to his prize when Jessica pulled him around by his shoulder.
"Ow!" he yelled, "Mom!"
Jessica's body quivered, knowing that she had few moments to spare before her life would potentially change for the much, much worse. She shoved John back towards the doorway. "I'll give it to you in a second, just give me a minute!"
John, always the nimbler of the two, turned around and ducked once more beneath her arms. He grabbed the little wooden box, which had a well-detailed rainbow bass carved into it. Jessica thrust her hands out to stop him, and they collided, sending the box to the floor, and spilling its contents onto the pale blue carpeting.
John had seen enough drug awareness films to know what it was, but his immediate thoughts were interrupted—
"Get out!" Jessica screamed, tearing at him, chasing him away, "Get out, you little bastard!"
John ran out of the room, slamming the door behind him. From downstairs, his mother Emily yelled, "What's going on up there?"
John didn't mention the incident to his parents, and Jessica didn't speak with him for the rest of the week. Then she went off to be a counselor for the summer at Apache sleep-away camp.
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When Jessica received her father's phone call at the camp's main office telling her that her little brother had died due to insulin shock, her first thought was not about her sudden loss. It was not about her parents.
It was a moment of relief.
Then, the guilt came.
- To Be Continued -
User Reviews
Submitted by jared.melton (user info) at 2008-05-23 05:41:07 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Sweet Zombie Jesus, I just discovered this series...please finish it.
Submitted by I_love_Kracka (user info) at 2007-02-04 22:34:46 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by LT (user info) at 2006-09-30 08:11:59 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Am liking this series. Wonder where you're gonna go with it though, although the sister is an interesting path to take.
Keep going, I'm bored.
Submitted by d_prime (user info) at 2006-09-20 12:27:43 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Round One Begins: http://www.ubersite.com/m/93282
Submitted by FlakMonkey (user info) at 2006-09-07 22:33:38 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
JMG, you sir are quite possibly the best writer on here. thanx for once again keeping me entertained!
Submitted by street-pirate (user info) at 2006-09-07 22:06:39 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2006-09-07 16:25:16 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
OMG FORESHADOWING
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2006-09-07 15:39:09 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
these deserve more attention
Submitted by Uberjunkie (user info) at 2006-09-07 14:35:07 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Chills.
Submitted by goferforhire (user info) at 2006-09-07 12:54:48 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Have you read 'The Way of the Wolf' ? This could go in that book, except it's not condescendingly religious so I guess maybe it couldn't
Submitted by w_t_a_y_s_t_r_m (user info) at 2006-09-07 11:02:39 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Don't email it to the scouse. The only reason he's times limited is that he has to constantly find an empty house with a decent internet connection and be away with his swag bag before the bobbies arrive.
Submitted by apollo88 (user info) at 2006-09-07 11:00:27 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
jared you dirty jew please mail this to me i want to read it but can spend v.limited time on uber at any one time plus I fly a lot so am likely to read it then.
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2006-09-07 10:41:22 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by w_t_a_y_s_t_r_m (user info) at 2006-09-07 10:33:13 (#)
Ranking: 2
Awesome
about sums it up.
Submitted by w_t_a_y_s_t_r_m (user info) at 2006-09-07 10:33:13 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Awesome