The Awakening

Michael goes to a Medicine man to fine out about his Dreams, but when his friend John begins questioning him...he has to come clean.

"Mom, i'm going out for a while. I'll see you at dinner." Michael called as he grabbed his car keys. His 1969 Corvette Stingray was hit perfectly by the sunlight. Not a scratch on it. He jumped into the driver's seat and drove to a small path that led to a small village. In the village lived a Medicine Man he had heard about. The smell of a fire hit his nose and he couldn't help but enjoy it. Michael had always loved campfires and the smell of food cooking over them. He noticed a large fire in the center of the village as he approached. Fish cooked over it and it smelled heavenly. He asked a young villager where the Medicine Man's tent was, and the boy eagerly lead him to it.

 

"Welcome, Michael." The elder man said, gesturing him to take a seat opposite him. "How did you know my name?" Michael asked nervously, taking a seat. "The God's have fortold your coming. What is it that troubles you?" The man said, inhaling from a long pipe. "My sleep has been invaded by something that I believe is demonic." Michale explained. he closed his eyes, not wanting to see the old man laugh at him and call him pathetic. "I have heard of such things. There is nothing that can be done about it. All you can do is pray and hope that your soul will be saved." Explained the old man. He took another inhale from his pipe as Michael left the tent and headed home.

 

When Michael got home, he was welcomed by the smell of pizza. "Mom, you ordered out?" He asked, poking his head into the kitchen. His mom nodded her head and pulled out a chair for him. "Nah mom, is it cool if i take mine to my room?" He asked. "Sure." She replied, putting two pieces on a plate and handing it to him. He poured a glass of soda, went to his room, and turned on his stereo. He picked up his cell phone and started texting his friends. For a few hours he did this until he had to go to bed.

 

That night, he had the same dream, but this time, he kept running. He was tripped and fell on his back, sliding forward and a man went to stab him in the chest. Right as the blade hit him, he shot up in bed. A thin line of blood ran down his stomach from the new cut. He had been cut multiple times and they all had left scars on him.

 

The next day in Gym, Michael took his shirt off to get changed. As he did this, his friend John looked over and saw the scars. "Dude! Why are you covered in all those scars...what happened to you?" John asked, staring at every single cut. The bell rang before he could answer and John had to hurry out of the locker room so he could make it to his next class. "Tell me some other time!" John called back as he left. Michael rested his head on his locker door and a single tear fell onto the floor. He finished changing and went to his next class. In ninth period study hall, John came over and sat next to him. "So, tell me about those scars." He said. "Well...i've been having these dreams..." Michael began.

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[Christine T]

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