The Red Plague (unfinished)

The Start of Another story for creative writing class.

 

 

   My mind was drained; the thought of waking up the next morning almost brought me to tears.i wasn’t look foreword to school that is. My Parents went out last night, with a friend, at some fancy Italian restaurant. They asked me if I wanted to join them but I declined, dodging the excepted pinch on the cheek and “Oh look how much you’ve grown” by some unknown bystander that seems to know me, and I have no clue who the heck they are. I think I’ll just pass. All day I sat on the couch watching TV, reading, playing video games, and the average Teenage boy life cycle. My Parents left me alone with my brother, all he did was talk to his “Girlfriends” in his locked up room. Jared never has a hoot about any one but his “Girlfriend” But if you ask me I think he’s just tricking the girl, or vise versa. The sun filtered from the window shade and shined onto my face, warming it as I awoke the eight o clock radio show with Jim Sherman. “What A lovely mooooorning!” Rang the loud and obnoxious voice coming from my clock radio. I slammed my index finger on the snooze button and shuffled on my light gray socks down the long wooden stairs, expecting the usual smell of home made waffles and coffee. But no it was silent; no one was in the kitchen but me and my pet Turtle whom sat in his tank, in the corner. Jared came walking in with a big yawn and with a scratch of his muscular chest he said “Hey where’s Mom and Dad?” he asked me. I shrugged and looked around the kitchen as it was the same as my parents left it ten hours ago. The phone rang, and Jared walked down the call calling out “That’s all you” he said sarcastically, as he disappeared back into his room. I rolled my eyes and answered the phone with a Hello. “Hello is this James Gregson?” a female voice answered. “Yes I’m James, Who is this?” “I’m from Grayvally Hospital on call for a Mr. and Mrs. Gregson” my skin turned slightly pale. “Why, what’s wrong?” “I’m afraid they have come down with some serious illness and are being looked at as we speak” I hung up the phone and slipped my shows on. “Jared!” I called. Jared’s bedroom door opened. “Huh what is it?” he answered. I pulled my jacket on and secured it. “Mom and Dad are in the hospital we need to go there” Jared pulled some pants on quickly Mumbling. “Why are they there” he said distastefully. “I don’t know but we have to hurry” Jared ran up to the hook by the front door grabbed his keys and stormed out towards the parking lot. He jumped into his mud stained Subaru and I jumped into the passenger’s seat and we drove off, ignoring the upcoming stop signs. He parked in a handicapped stop and ran towards the entrance of the Hospital almost slipping on some black ice. I followed quickly behind him into the waiting room. It was filled with people the sick, and the worrying. The gift shop that sat in the corner was filled with so many different types of flowers from the outside it looked like the rainforest.  Jared went up the desk. “Where are they!?” Jared demanded slamming his large fist on the counter. “Where is who Sir?” Asked the receptionist in a calm tone, unmoved by Jared’s violent rage. “Mr. and Mrs. Gregson” He said easily putting the palm of his hand onto his forehead rubbing it. The Receptionist typed a few things on her old school computer. “Room 332” She said. Jared walked over to the elevator and pushed the third floor bottom as the doors slid open and he walked in, as I followed him silently. The steal doors closed as the elevator slowly rose up, we stood in silence, and Jared wasn’t texting on his phone for once.

     The sight was unimaginable, their skin was a ghostly white and even wrinklier then it originally was. There eyes were blood shot, and their lips were dehydrated and cracked. They were asleep and had been asleep for hours. The Doctor told me the couple they had gone out with the night before is in the hospital also suffering from the same mysterious illness. It was a hazard for us to stay, so we just left late at night, not knowing if our parents will ever return home. We sat at home in silence, lost in thought. I attempted to sleep but my mind was to filled of these horrid thoughts, that made me want to do horrid things, so I just laid on my bed till the dear sun rose from the ground to once again greet me.

        Well I had fallen asleep my eyes had opened to an Empty room, not yet sunrise. I slipped to my feet, and walked back to Living room seeing an old friend of mine, sipping coffee and flipping threw the newspaper. It was Kim, a close friend, always shows up in my house like she owns the place. Her short Skinny legs were crossed as her hazel eyes scanned me. “Good Morning” She said taking another sip of her coffee. I sat next to her, running my fingers through my hair. “I heard what happened…I’m Sorry” Kim said with slight sympathetic tone in her light soft voice. Sure she was sorry, like she even cares, no one does. “I’ve set up a date for the funeral. If you don’t mind” I looked at her my eyes wide. “They Died!?” I cried. Kim put her cup down and looked at me. “You…Didn’t know?” I covered my face with my hands trying to fight back tears. “No!” I snapped back. My eyes were dry; nothing dripped, or curdled in my eyes. The funeral was the next day; it lasted like all funerals do, sobs, over dramatic people falling on their knees trying to pretend they care.