Waking up dead

Waking up Dead chapter 6-7

Her eyes aged her whole face, as she stared at me in shock. "S-ully you don't remember Akira?" I shaked my head and stared at the floor, not wanting her to see the suprisement on my face. Sully did know who Akira was "If you don't remember who Akira is...then you are not my Sully." I looked at her with sad eyes unsure what to say. I told her the only cover I could think of up on the spot. "Mom, the person made me forget almost everything." She held her face in her hands, as she time love." I wanted to scream in her face , I wanted to know who Akira was to Sully for my own selfish reasons. I wanted to know why Sully and Akira had the same song. I was most curious to fine out why my mother wasn't suprised to see a scar across my face. I mean it's not like you can miss it, it's a huge scar starting from my hair line down to the bottom of my lip. I studied it carefully, it almost looked like a lightning bolt.let out a tired sigh. "Not, now Sully...maybe another  I thought to myself did I already have this scar before? I looked through all the drawers and cabinets looking for a picture of Sully. I felt a tear form in the corner of my eye, as his cold eyes stared back at me. The scar was still there in the picture, the scar almost looked worse. It must have been fairly new, it was red and splotchy. He must have been at least five in the picture. There that number was gain unlucky number five. I studied the picture for at least an hour. The only true diffrence between us was our eyes. His eyes were a bright full of life green. Mine were a dead lifeless cold, harsh green. You know hom someones eyes could change there whole face? well, thats how it was for me. If you were a stranger walking around and saw me, you will take a double look, if it's not my pale milk skin, or my dead lifeless eyes, then its my jet black hair, if not it's my scar. I see how Sully might have not liked how he looked, because honestly I don't even like the way "I" look.


Ch7
My head turned sideways as the sun kissed my cheek. I was suprised, it was so sunny in the middle of winter. I felt dizzy and drunk when I stood up so fast. My eyes felt strained, and my whole body felt like jello. I headed downstairs and turned on the t.v. I felt my eyes adjust to the new lighting, as I quickly skimmed the channels. I jumped a little when i heard a noise coming from the kitchen. I slowly opened the door, to get a blast of smells hit me in the face. Sweet syrup, salty bacon, I never knew they could smell so good. My mom noticed me, and continued to cook. "Um....Good morning." I said as I sat down at the table. Her head jerked up as she turned around robotically. "Good morning Sully, have a good night?
Yes, it was very peacful." I gave her a smile as I shoved the pancakes down my throat. The cool liquid aloahed around in my mouth, and I swalloed down hard on my orange juice. Many things were going through my mind, like school....Akira.....my scar....Akira......my mom......Akira............that song....and Akira. I finished my breakfast, and my mom handed me a schedule of the new school I would be starting after Winter break. It was called "Montini High School." I don't know it almost sounded like a snobby school. Then again.... what kind of school would be snobby where you could get into a motel for twenty bucks? I snickered to myself as I looked over my classes. First period English, All of the classes looked fairly close to eachother. EnglishA25 then ScienceB15 and so on. My mom kissed me on my cheek, before she left she said she would be back in a bit for she had to go run some errands. I searched my house, and farmiliarized myself with all the room, and cabinets. I went upstairs and fond another room next to mine, it had almost no diffrences from mine. It was a dull beige with many drawings, and song lyrics and poems. My head shot up as I heard the door open. I tried to be as silent as I could, as I walked into my room I closed the door behind me and locked it. I heard big footsteps coming up the stairs. A deep voice called out and asked "You home?"  I didn't know if it was a robber checking to make sure no one was home, or maybe even my dad? I decided I was going to take a chance and see who it was. I slowly unlocked the door and looked out from behind the door from the room across from me. And there he was,a tall boy from the looks of it not much older then me. He was disgustingly skinny and the skin tight jeans weren't helping him much. His back was facing me, and he didn't notice me until I coughed a little. His head turned faster then the speed of sound. His eyes pierced me with coldness. It sent shivers down my spine. He looked like he was dead, just a waste of a body. He was a male version of my mother. Jet black hair with lifeless yellow eyes, his skin so pale you could see his veins pulsing through his neck and forehead. He just stared at me, he looked at me up and down. "Why did you come back brat?" He asked emotionless. I smirked and said "I think the real question is why are you here?" Not getting my sarcasm he retorted back "because I live here unlike you." So he was going to play that game with me, well two can play at this game. "Yea, I can tell you really missed me brother." His eye went dead, and his whole body jumped at the word of "Brother." He mummbled something to himself before hissing, " I thought I already told you don't call me your brother......ever."