Outer Limits

hump!

What was that?

Thump!

Where am I?

Thump! Thump!

Who's There?

Thump! Thump!

Stop it!

Thump! Thump!

Stop it, stop it!

I'm here.

Nnnnoooo!!!!

Knock! Knock! "James! Wake up or you'll be late for school!"

"I'm up."

"Are you okay? I thought I heard screaming."

"I'm fine, " mumbled James as he sat up in bed. Another restless night with hardly any sleep. "How long could he keep this up before his body crashed?" he asked himself while swinging his legs over the side of the bed. James reflected on his dream as he stretched his worried muscles. It'd been almost two months since he got a good nights rest. He pulled his chair toward him and lifted himself from the bed into his wheelchair. He pushed his way into his bathroom and began his morning ritual. Combing his hair and putting on after shave was always last. True he hadn't shaved a day in his life but doing so made him feel older and his best friend seemed to like it. Before leaving the restroom he took a look at his self in the wasted full length mirror. He didn't consider himself ugly nor did he think he was a hunk. If he had to describe his self he'd probably say he was an average looking guy. Jet black hair kept short to stay out of his eyes which were of a blue/green nature. No facial hair what so ever even at the age of 16. He stood 6 foot tall and weighed about 170lbs. He sat in his wheelchair and stared at his body. Although he couldn't walk his legs remained unusually toned. His chest and arms were slightly more muscular but that could be contributed to being his only form of transportation. He pinched his right leg and flinched at the pain. "Yep, still there," he said to himself leaving the restroom.

His mother had been told when he was young that he was fully capable of walking. They just figured that as an infant I just didn't want to. But told her not to worry. I'd grow out of it. But here I am 13 years later and still couldn't walk. Oh I wanted to, if not for myself then for my mother. She always told me she'd be patient and when I wanted to walk she would be there to catch me if I fall. I've tried numerous times. I could feel my legs completely. Heat, cold, pain and even good sensations. I just couldn't make them work. No matter how hard I tried.

James, not wanting to upset his mother proceeded with the tedious job of dressing himself. He didn't have to his mother was probably waiting outside his door right now waiting for him to call for help if he wanted it. His best friend even offered to help. They both laughed after the awkward silence that followed. But still to this day he knew he saw something in those eyes. Something Feral.

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