Fan Fiction ❯ Blue Eyes ❯ Chapter 4: Funeral ( Chapter 4 )

Chapter 4: Funeral

 

Where am I?

 

Evan opened his eyes.

 

A void...a white void.... Where am I?

 

He tried to get up, but couldn't. It was like a force was holding him down.

 

Where am I? Why can't I get up?

 

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them, a figure was standing in front of his face. He focused his vision and saw that it was a woman. He just couldn't make out the face....

 

Who are you? What is this place?

 

It seemed like the woman could hear Evan's questioning thoughts. She came closer to Evan, bending down to his face. Evan recognized the woman immediately.

 

Mina?!

 

Mina smiled and kissed Evan.

 

Mina...what's going on? Mina?!

 

Mina didn't answer. She kept kissing Evan over and over again. It felt like the air was being sucked out of Evan's body each time. Finally, Mina said, “Come on Evan...You're no fun.”

 

That wasn't Mina's voice.

 

A wave of fear rocked though Evan like an earthquake. Mina bent down to kiss Evan one more time, and opened he mouth.

 

Her mouth was filled with worms.

 

Evan tried to scream, but nothing came out. He kicked, struggled, and cried, but Mina continued to move closer to his mouth.

 

“What's wrong Evan? Don't you love me?” Mina said, her nose now touching Evan's.

 

Everything went black.

 

 

“Evan...Evan...Wake up...please....”

 

Evan stirred. He just couldn't open his eyes...

 

“Evan...Please wake up....”

 

I'm scared. What if I open my eyes and somebody bites my head off?

 

“Let us know you're there, Evan.”

 

“EVAN WAKE UP!!!”

 

Evan's eyes shot open. Renee was in Evan's face with her arms on his shoulders, shaking him wildly.

 

“Evan...I'm so glad that you're alive!” She said, shaking him so much that he felt nauseous.

 

Evan blinked twice. He was in his room, lying on his bed. Sara and Adelia were on one side, while Carly and the twins were on the other. Renee, however, was on top of Evan.

 

A frown quickly appeared on Evan's face.

 

“What's wrong Evan?” Sara asked. Everyone else had a concerned look on their faces. “Dad...did something happen?” Chloe asked.

 

“Nothing...I just...I just...uh.” Evan replied, breathless. He laid a hand over his heart, and started crying. Renee slowly climbed off the bed and backed away.

 

“I-I saw Mina... I saw her....” Evan continued.

 

“Sweetheart....” Adelia said, laying a hand on her son's back. He started to curl into a ball, rocking back and forth. “S-She kissed me....” He said, tightening his hands over his legs. “Then s-she suddenly opened her mouth...a-and worms came out. I-I swear...this w-wasn't a d-dream.... It w-was real.”

 

Renee screamed, and Carly hid her face in disgust.

 

“I WANT TO DIE!!!” Evan suddenly yelled out, making Jamie jump. Then he sobbed quietly, not wanting to be bothered.

 

The inhabitants of the room slowly left over time, leaving Evan by himself.

 

 

Renee sat in front of the toilet, throwing up.

 

She was sick because of her uncle's wrongdoing.

 

She was sick because of Evan's well being was failing him.

 

She was sick period.

 

Renee threw up one more time, got up, flushed the toilet, washed her face, and walked out of the bathroom to the gathering downstairs.

 

It was the day of Mina's funeral, and Renee hated funerals.

 

She smoothed out her black dress as she walked down the stairs, avoiding looks from family members and friends. She quickly darted over to the fruit platter, to pick out a piece of watermelon. With the sweet-watery taste in her mouth, Renee then sneaked into the kitchen, only to find her grandmother, Arel Kayos, slaving over the stove.

 

“'Hello Renee, what's going on?” Arel asked, her long red hair starting to frizz out from the heat.

 

“Nothing...nothing at all. You saw Evan?” Renee replied and Arel sighed.

 

“Evan hasn't taken a step out of his room every since we got back from the cemetery. I'm beginning to think that he needs to see a therapist...badly.”

 

Renee looked down, viewing her small feet in stockings. “He hasn't talked since his outburst yesterday afternoon.” She said, frowning.

 

“Ah, your aunt told me. Wasn't it after his dream?”

 

“Yes grandma.” Renee replied. Arel moved slowly between the two pots full of chili, checking for consistency. After stirring both pots, she sat carefully in a stool, by the island in the middle of the kitchen.

 

“Renee...” she said, “Me and your aunt are thinking about moving your cousin to an institution, if this gets out of hand.”

 

“He's getting worse, honey.”

 

A tear slid down Renee's cheek. She couldn't believe it...the family had given up on Evan. He was the odd-ball of her generation, fascinated by hallucinations by which he called sprits. By age 13, he started hearing voices. Four years later, he was diagnosed as an schizophrenic.

 

The whole family was devastated when they heard this.

 

Evan was a psychic, but it's not true that he could see sprits or hear them while he was awake; he could only do that in his dreams.

 

Suddenly, there was a scream coming from upstairs. Renee and Arel, shaken, ran out the kitchen and up the stairs with everybody else. Soon, after passing three rooms, the group of people stopped in front of the bathroom, where crying was heard. Renee pushed past people in the crowd, trying to get to the front, with Arel trailing behind too.

 

When Renee reached the doorway, she gasped.

 

There was Evan, sleeves pulled up, on the floor near the toilet. A huge puddle of blood stretched past his limp body, growing every second. Adelia was at his side, crying and taking his head in the middle of her chest, saying softly, “It's okay...Evan...you're going to be all right...baby, please don't die....”

 

When Arel got to the front of the crowd, she eyed Adelia, rocking her son just to keep him alive, and shook her head.