Chapter 2

Here is Ch. 2
~Chapter 2~
Around 8:13, Sherry went to receive the mail on that same morning, only finding that someone had bashed her mailbox in with a blunt object.
-Damn teenagers!- she yelled mentally, then realized her own daughter was a teenager. She chuckled to herself before wiggling the mail out of the smashed box. She sighed, went back in the house, and got ready for work.

Jasmine sat in Biology, bored to death with her teacher's words of Ardepithicus Ramidus and his extinct friends.
-It's a fan-freaking-tastic prehistoric party.- she thought amusingly. The one thing that was always on her mind was ice cream, of all things. She guessed it was because of Alisa's accident. Remembering that, she wasn't hungry anymore. Lots of her friends had asked her about what it was like to be there and see it happen, and each time she burst into tears, and angrily shoved the people away from her.

Alisa's father, Dwight Sullivan, awoke to the sound of a car starting and pulling out of the driveway.
-Where the hell is Sherry going this early?- he thought, groggily.
"Hopefully it's to work." He said to nobody.
He walked, still tired, to his kitchen and noticed his copy of Stephen King's Insomnia on the table. He picked it up and started to read where he left off. Ralph's attempts to hide his thoughts from Doc #3 made him laugh. He read for twenty minutes before he realized his bladder was full, and that he was hungry. He promptly relieved himself and made some omlettes, after washing his hands.

Later that morning, at abour 11:43, Alisa sat watching the news while she waited for the day she could go home. She tapped on the cast surrounding her leg and winced, expecting intense pain. She was suprised to find that there was no pain.
-Must be one hell of a cast!- she exclaimed mentally.
=You would think so, wouldn't you?= a deep, masculine voice responded, except there was nobody in the room.
She froze.
-Where are you? Who are you? How can you read my thoughts?- she asked it, unsure if she would get a response.
=My name is Julius Johnson. I'm in the room above you, and I've been able to do this since I was fifteen. That's how I would pass all my tests in high school. It was fun, let me tell you.=
-Since we are having a conversation, does that mean I have this "thing" too?-
=Were you involved in an accident or something of the like?=
-Yeah, I'm here cause I got hit by a car, and broke my left arm, right leg, part of my neck, and stopped breathing.-
=Well, that sounds about right. Usually happens after a near-death experience, like yours and mine.=
-What happened to you?-
=It was my fifteenth birthday, and we had a drawbucket well, God knows why, and my dad left it open and told me he hid my present in it. He was joking, and I got mad, being the arrogant teen I was, and started kicking at the bricks. When that did no visible damage, I leaned up against it and started calling him dirty words. the bricks gave way, and I fell down the shaft. Broke the same arm and leg as you, but instead of my neck, I broke part of my back. I also couldn't breathe, but that only lasted about a minute and a half. Luckily, my brother saw me fall in. When they got me out, I was crying and said that I would never call people cuss-words ever again. I try not to, but sometimes an arrogant bastard is, well, an arrogant bastard.=
-Aw, damn! Sorry to hear that Mr. Jo-
=Call me Julius, please!= he interjected.
-Ok. Sorry to hear that, Julius. How old are you now?- she asked, concerned for this poor soul's well-being.
=23. I'm here today because I wanted to get into the air-conditioning. I told them I was here to visit the old chap up here in this room.
I got his name from two chubby ladies walking out of the main door.=
Alisa snickered at that, both mentally and out loud.
=This thing only works close range too, and I'm feeling hungry. I'll leave you to have your thoughts unmolested for a while.=
-Well, give me a shout if you come back!-
=Oh, I will. They have cable here!=
And with that, he was gone.
Very quickly, a short submliminal string of worries shot through Alisa's mind.
=>whataboutmyboyfriend whatwashisname ohyeahhisnamewasdevon doeshestillloveme willibegoodenoughforhimwhenimhealed<= At that exact moment, Devon made plans to take another girl to the movies after school. Alisa hadn't the slightest clue. Sherry walked into the room just as Alisa's mental conversation ended, and Alisa almost jumped out of her skin. "God, mom! You scared the hell out of me!" Alisa said, laughing as she carefully hugged her mother. "How have you been, hon?" Her mom asked, giving Alisa the most motherly look ever conceived. Alisa prepaared to answer her when Sherry's face twisted into a large, evil grin, and her mouth had grown nearly three feet long, twisting across her face like a giant crack. It went from ear to ear. The crack opened, revealing nearly sixteen circular rows of teeth. Sherry moved in closer to Alisa, as if to surround her head with those horrible teeth. Trying not to scream, Alisa picked up the knife she had used to cut up her egg. She held it by the blade, with the sharp edge pressing against her palm =>justlikeinthosecallofdutygamesthatdevonalwaysplays<= the subconscious string said.
She cocked her arm, got ready to throw it, and let the bastard fly.
The knife flew into Sherry's gaping mouth, lodging itself through the roof of her mouth, her sinuses, and into her brain.
=>headshot<= the subconcious string said.
Big-mouthed Sherry made a noise which seemed to Alisa as tires sqealing on pavement.
Alisa snapped awake screaming.

Roger Sandersburg woke up in prison, breathing heavily and once again sweating. His cellmate gave him a look that said -Really?- Roger looked at the ground.
-I wish I would have gotten the death sentence. What was I thinking?- he thought, his eyes tracing the lines on the floor.
=Why do you wish that?= a deep man's voice said.
Roger looked around at his cellmate.
"Hey, did you say something?" he asked.
"No, mud'afugga, I di'n't say nuttin." the cellmate replied.
=It wasn't him.= the voice said to Roger.
-Are you in my head?- he asked the voice.
=Well, somewhat.=
Roger had always been the shy type. When he was around ninteen, he became obsessed with conspiracy theories about the government and such. He was convinced that they could read his mind and that the aliens would come and probe him. Luckily, thanks to his great golfing abilities, he was able to take his mind off every theory he had ever heard in his life. In fact, he was so good at golf, that the only reason Tiger Woods became famous is becuase he broke his ankle before the tournaments. He got mairried after his ankle broke. His wife's name was Veronica Spalini, and her family had moved to America when she was three.
He met her in sixth grade, when his teacher had placed him at the same table as her. The first time they ever spoke was when she had dropped her scissors. Roger had caught them and cut his finger.
"My gosh! Are you alright?" she had asked him.
He told her he was fine, and that it was only a small cut. He was good at hiding the pain, because the cut had extended all the way down the side of his hand. He raised his uncut hand to ask to go to the bathroom, where he washed it off and cried. He still has the scar to this day, a testament to the love he lost. After seven years of beautiful marriage, they finally decided to have a child. During the birth of the baby, it was strangled by its own umbilical cord. He couldn't believe what happened and shot his hand up to hold Veronica's. They were very cold.
Veronica had died as well.
He cried every night he spent alone for a whole two months. In three years time, he was seeing people again. There was a small problem. Whenever he went steady for a while, he would find himself in a situation where actions were getting heated, and sex was just around the corner. When that time arose, he immediately thought of Veronica, and he was disgusted with himself, ultimeately forsaking any upcoming actions, leaving his girlfriend very unhappy and angry with him. She always called him a wuss, saying
"I thought I was the one with the pussy in this relationship!"
He left the room, exited the hallway, and stepped out of the elevator on the verge of tears.
On July 13, he had been on the phone with a hotel clerk, trying to reserve a lounge for his dead daughter's memorial party/wedding anniversary. As it turned out, their wedding, only wife and child's death had fallen on the same day. The clerk said there was already reservations in all of the rooms. And that had been when he had inadvertently struck Alisa.

=Those are some very unfortunate circumstances, Roger.=
"How in the hel-" Roger began out loud, earning him another stare by his cellmate.
-How in the hell are you talking to me? Who are you? Have you read my thoughts? You fucking creep!-
=Please, Roger. No need for foul language or insults. Yes, I can read your thoughts, but you have read mine as well. That is how we are communicating. My name is Julius Johnson, and yes. I did read the story about your wife as you thought it. I am very sorry that all landed you in prison. How long are you in for?=
-Well, just today and tomorrow. Luckily for me, this town, Old Balldown End, decided to keep an old set of laws intact that deal with automotive accidents. That's the only reason I'm in here really. How is this... this telepathy... even possible?-
=Well, I went through some circumstances very similar to your own. I had a beautiful wife. Like you, were were married exactly 7 years before we decided to raise a child into the world. Evenutually, when the baby was being born, I was mentally cussing out the doctor for gawking at my wife's vagina. When it came out, it also died by strangulation with the umbilical cord. Mine too was also a baby girl. It was absolutely mind-bending, and after that I vowed never to swear again. Sometimes, however, I do swear. Sometimes an arrogant bastard is, well, an arrogant bastard.=
-How old are you?-
=Well, this is kindof awkward, but I am also thirty-four. Just like yourself.=
Roger swayed on his bed and fainted. The last thing he heard was Julius announcing that he needed to leave the jail, because the cops were suspicious why he was just sitting in the lobby.