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What if.
Its a big question for something of so few words. Its a question that is asked daily, often without notice or even care. What if.
The questions remain unanswered, as if broached to an uncaring entity. We recieve no answer, but still ask the question.
What if?
The day was slightly chill, a november day speaking of the end of Autumn and the beginning of winter. it had been a warm Fall, an Indian Summer you could say, and a young man was dozing in a field. He was tall, a bit more than six feet but not much. At one time his hair had been a messy black that wouldnt stay down, but now was white and limp. His skin was pale, almost translucent, and seemed a bit too tight for his body. His eyes had once been a deep brown, but had died to a dull gray.
His name was Tywir Mikel, named for an ancestor forgotten by history. At one time, he'd been full of dreams, hopes, and happiness...
Tywir gazed at the clouds with his eyes half shut, and sighed as his mind moved to the past...
It had been sudden, just after his nineteenth birthday. His chest had been tight, and breathing had become hard. No one had overtly worried, not until he'd begun coughing up blood. His mother and father had made him go see a doctor, so he'd taken a few days off work and class to see what they could find out. He was kept over night so they could run some tests, but he'd known that they'd be able to fix it, so he hadnt worried.
And then days turned into weeks. He'd dropped his classes, and work had told him that he'd been out too long, and they were sorry, but they had to let him go.
The doctors finally figured out what was wrong with him, but they couldnt fix it.
"We dont know how to explain it Mr. Mikel, but your body is simply killing itself. Its done minor damage to your throat and skin so far, but we dont know how to stop it."
He was something new to the medical community, and after that he hadnt had a moments rest. Tests constantly, drugs, radiation, experimental drugs... nothing worked.
First his hair had lost its coloring. That hadnt really bothered him, not with all of the rest that was going on. A few days later, his eyes had begun to fade to the dull gray they were currently.
After a while, his body stopped producing the vitamins and minerals that kept his skin healthy, and he wasted away slowly to his current appearance. But he'd still held hope, they were going to save him and figure this out...
Two weeks later they told him the final news.
"Mr. Mikel, we cant save you... You have about two more weeks left."
They'd taken away most of the time he had left, and then asked him to sign away his body after death. He refused, and went home.
His parents hadnt known how to take the news. His sister was away at the time, for a month to Europe...
Tywir sighed. He had about four days left- his 'disease' had killed off the pain receptors in his brain, so he didnt feel any pain. He could see fine, he felt fine.
Why did this have to happen to-
What is that?, he wondered as a shadow passed in front of the sun. It was so far off... a black dot. Slowly it grew bigger as he stared at it, and as he realized what it was, he realized it was headed straight for him.
A meteor the size of a schoolbus was aimed at his head.
roughly thirty seconds before the rock passed where his head had been, he threw himself to the ground. The Meteor made contact with the ground, and Tywir flew a good thirty feet and hit a tree with his back.
Well, you dont see that everyday.
 Azzy Rael · Sat Nov 13, 2010 @ 05:46am · 0 Comments |
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