posted on Jan, 18 2005 @ 02:54 PM
Here's the third part.
Before he knew it, Trevor had gotten out of school, and was back in his room watching T.V. Back where it happened. It...but what? What had happened
that night? He kept trying to shake it off. "Nothing happened!", he tried to tell himself. �You just lost track of time!�. It wouldn't
work. Something had happened, and he wanted desperately to find out what. He closed his eyes and thought hard. His day had gone just like always.
He had returned home from grocery story where he went to buy milk for his family.. He had sat down at his computer chair, and was watching T.V.
--Something about alien abductions was on--. He had done his homework, and gone to sleep. What was it? The thought popped into his mind; an alien
abduction. Considering this possibility had made him feel slightly better, only because he found it so rediculous and was able to laugh it off. He
was never a big believer in the paranormal, even less of a believer in matters involving life forms from other planets! He was feeling much better
now, and he decided to call Tom. Tom was a smart guy, really involved in after-school activities, athletics included. "He should be home from
Soccer practice by now," Trevor thought. Even though Tom was more athletic than Trevor, and could probably date any girl he wanted, Trevor was never
jealous. Tom was a great person. He wasn't stuck up. -- Even though he could have easily made friends with the popular group, he never did.-- Tom
never had any desires to pick on people considered under him, nor did he ever look down on anyone. He made friends with people liked; people he got
along with. He didn't care a lot about superficial reputations. That's one of the things that made him such a great guy. Five rings, and no
answer. Tom wasn't home, this was odd. The rest of the day flew by fast. Before Trevor knew it, he was finishing up his math homework, and ready
to go to bed.
Tom awoke the next morning at 6:30 as usual, and hit his snooze button. When he woke up again at 6:40, he was relieved to find that nothing had
happened to him that night. He feld good, almost back to normal. He looked into the mirror, his eyes looked normal again. At school, everything
seemed back to it's regular. He went to his first hour, Government class, and finished his work early as usual. At lunch, he saw vanessa again. He
waved to her, and she started to make her way to his table. Their conversation was going great, that is, until it happened. Suddenly, he was unable
to pay attention to what she was saying. Inside his head, a splitting pain began to spread. Attempting to look as if he was still paying attention
to Vanessa, he closed his eyes and started rubbing his temples, begging for this pain to go away. Then it happened; the vision. His mind was
engulfed by it. In fraction of a second spurts, the gruesome images began relaying to his mind. Something...Something that looked like a person...on
an operating table, a sheet covering their body. Then he saw it, something that looked like an arm...laying next to the bed. He gasped in horror.
"What's wrong?" Vanessa said. Trevor could barely hear her. There was something standing over the body. Who was it? He tried to concentrate,
but just as they had come, the images went quickly in reverse and left his mind. He regained complete consciousness to find that he had made more of
a scene than he had realized. People were staring at him from as far as two tables over. "I think you should go to the nurse," vanessa said
looking concerned. "You might be getting a migrane."
EDIT: Oops, meant third not second!
[edit on 18-1-2005 by Herman]
*edit only to correct ?'s into quotation marks*
[edit on 19-1-2005 by Banshee]