"Hey, Vera, wake up." I hear my younger brother, Xander say. "Come on, get up! You have the morning shift! Come on!"
I roll over and look at him. Rubbing my eyes and stretching I say, "What time is it, Xander?"
"Eight! You're going to be late! Mom and Dad left two hours ago to open!" He's panicking. He is used to having everything on a schedule. We don't know why, he just likes to be exact. Xander has been this way for as long as we can remember. "Xander, chill out. I have to walk up a flight of stairs, I'll be fine."
The building that occupies the shop has four floors, including the basement. There's the basement, which is where I sleep, street level, which is where the book shop is, then there are the third and fourth floor, which consist of a kitchen, living area, two bathrooms, my parent's bedroom, Izel 's room, Xander's room, and an office, for my dad to keep track of business stuff.
Xander just gives me an aggravated sigh before calling up the stair well. "Izel," he yells. "Vera's not getting up!" I glare at him. He shouldn't be yelling in the house during business hours, and he knows it. When he looks back at me he shrinks into the corner a little. He realizes his mistake, and he knows his big brother is going to call him on it too. And Izel can be scary to some one is isn't quite five feet tall yet.
"Xander, dude, you know you aren't supposed to yell in the house! Especially when we have customers! Mom and Dad are going to be pissed if you do it again!" Says Izel, walking into my room. I can just barely hear my younger sibling say sorry, but Izel chooses to just leave him be. "It's okay. So what's wrong? Why did you call me down into the lair of the demon?" He looks at me jokingly, I stick my tongue out in response, he just laughs.
"Alvera's going to be late for hr shift! She needs to get up now." Xander points at me, but he doesn't look distressed anymore, he looks happy. That's what doesn't make sense, if this were any other day, he would be in tears, he hates things that aren't on schedule. But, we are all so happy, I just let it go.
But that's what makes me nervous. It's the fact that we are all happy. Izel would be a little more angry that Xander yelled in the house, Xander would care more that I'm still not out of bed, and I would just try to get them out of my room. This can't be real though, it makes no sense. I start repeating that phrase over and over and over. "It makes no sense," I tell Izel from my place under my covers. He just looks at me funny.
"It makes no sense," I say frantically to Xander. And I say it a third and fourth time to my parents who just happen to have appeared. They are all moving closer to me. Slowly turning from the people I know and love, into creatures from an unknown world. With glowing red eyes, and dark blue skin, arms reaching out to me. There fingers turn into razor sharp talons so sharp, that is you are to even look at them, they'll cut you.
And I just keep at my mantra. It makes no sense. It makes no sense. It makes no sense. It makes no sense! Xander's small, demonic form has gotten close enough to have cut my hand. I cry out in pain. The next one to hurt me is my dad, again I cry out because the agony is too much to handle. Then comes the form that took the form of my mother. Her long claws tear through my skin as is it wee nothing more than air. She strikes once, twice, three times. I don't understand.
E just went from a happy, smiling family, to terrorizing group of mutants that strive to cause me pain. The next one to attack is Izel. The one I love the most. He drags the black, knife like appendage down my arm from the crook of my elbow to the palm of my hand. This is the one that hurts the most. I never thought the person I look up to could hurt me so bad. Never would it have crossed my mind that my own family would try to cut me up into ribbons. Never.
Somewhere, far off, there is screaming. And then, I am vaguely aware of a slight pinch in my right arm, and voices.
"It could be days." One voice says, also distantly, like the screaming.
"Well, we don't have days! If anything, we have a couple hours, at best! So my suggestion is to wake her up as fast as you can!" Wake who up. Surely, the voices can't mean me. I am awake. But who else would the voices mean? It makes no sense, I repeat to myself, yet again. But that's just when I start piecing everything together. Xander, Izel, my parents. Home. All of us being happy. It makes no sense.
"You can wake up now!" A different voice comes more harshly. I can wake up now. I can...wake up now?
Wake up! I'm dreaming. Wake up, I tell myself. Just wake up.
Suddenly, everything stops and begins to fade away. I feel more calm, tranquil. I feel no need for waking anymore, so I don't.
What feels like years later is probably more like hours. I am stuck between worlds of consciousness and dreaming. I feel trapped. But, I also feel that, somehow, I am escaping. I am becoming free.
Everything in this world is still, and only occupied by me. Nothing else. No one to keep me company other than my own thoughts. And as relaxing as it is, I don't want to stay here. I need to leave. I need to get my eyes open.
I try and try and try, but the glue that seals them doesn't come undone. For a minute, I become frightened. What if I don't wake up? What if I become stuck in this comatose state forever? No panicking, I tell myself. Just focused on opening your eyes.. Focus. Focus. Focus. And sure enough, I am greeted by a dark room full of medical supplies.
I am alone here as well. Or, that's what I thought. Something in the chair beside me shifts, causing me to jump. With that jump comes pain. It flows through the palm of my left hand, and travels up my arm. Gripping every nerve ending in it's path. I cry out, and the figure snaps awake. At first the person is confused but then they start to gain a sense of what's going on.
"Alvera, are you awake?" It's Levi. The one person I don't want to face. He is probably going to be all "I told you so".
"Yeah," I say roughly. My throat burns like fire when I speak.
"Oh, thank God," he mutters, but I can still hear him. He becomes more serious in that instant. "What did I tell you? Hmm? I told you that you had to eat! That you were doing to much to not have anything in your system! But you chose to ignore me! Look how that turned out! You were unconscious for two days!"
I am about to tell him to stop yelling at me, but the realization sinks in. I was out for two days. Two days. But that mean…
"Two days!? But-but that...that means-" He cuts me off.
"Yeah! I know! I don't know how this is going to work!" We stay silent after that.
I was out for two days. That means that the Games start tomorrow. And I'm screwed.
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