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A Really Bad Day.
By Nabiky
Frank had had a bad day, a very bad day.
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"And while you're at it, remember the sugar this time, you
moron" Mrs. Mortensen shouted angrily after her husband.
Annie Mortensen had quite a morning temper, especially if
there were no sugar to available for her morning tea. Still,
Frank Mortensen thought Annie had been a bit angrier the
last few months, like she wished him dead or something
similar. Frank shrugged the thought off. She loved him deep
down, he just knew that. Frank decided to walk to the shop,
since the exercise would do him good and Annie had put up
some remarks about his widening waist.
He smiled towards Mrs. Davenport as he passed her. 'Where
did the old woman get all her energy from,' he wondered. Her
garden was a joy for the eyes, due to all her hard work.
Still, that sack of garbage seemed a bit too heavy for her.
Feeling slightly guilty, Frank stopped and turned around, he
should be hurrying to the shop getting that damn sugar, but
what the heck, a few minutes could he afford.
"Here, may I take that for you?" He asked her.
"Yes, you may. Thank you, young man." She replied with a
smile on her face, pleased with the kindness displayed.
"My pleasure." He said, smiling back at her.
Frank threw the black sack over his shoulder. It wasn't that
heavy, Frank noticed. He smiled again polity towards Mrs.
Davenport and walked down to the street. The garbage boxes
were all full, but one on the other side of the road seemed
empty.
As Frank took a step out on the seemingly empty street, he
heard a loud bang that was followed with a strong pain that
then just vanished. There were some more metallic sounds
further away from him but Frank stared at the strong tunnel
of white light that was presenting itself to him.
"It's all right, don't be afraid. Here take my hand," a voice
said.
Frank looked at the being, not knowing what it was, he shook
his head. Well, he tried to anyway, but he seemed to lack a
neck or something. The being looked almost human but it was
slightly transparent and white light emerged from it. An
alien? Frank had seen almost all TV programs produced about
aliens abducting people. Well, in actuality, it really was
his wife who watched them, but still he clearly recalled
they all made sadistic and painful experiments on their
hapless victims.
"No, please stop. You?re not in any danger." The being
pleaded.
As Frank ran down the street, he couldn't feel his feet but
he noticed he rapidly got up to a good speed. He passed a
broken bike without looking, he was concentrating on moving
as fast as he could. After a while, Frank looked behind
himself. There was no sign of the strange light being, so he
slowed down. A couple of things had started to poke at his
mind.
One: He wasn't breathing air.
Two: He couldn't see his arms or any other part of his body.
Three: He was moving forward in complete silence.
Frank halted, quite confused. Had he become invisible? It
sure seemed like that but what was even weirder was the fact
that as he looked all around himself, he could see there was
no boundary. He could even look in all directions at the
same time. Frank started to get really frightened now.
He heard sirens moving closer. As Frank turned around and
started moving back, an ambulance passed too close to him,
making him feeling very disoriented for a while, as if he'd
been shattered and needed join himself together again. Darn
reckless driver he thought and started moving again.
He stopped like he had hit a brick wall, the ambulance was
loading the screaming motorcycle driver onto the stretcher
but that wasn't what he looked at, a pair of shoes were
sticking out from under some old newspapers, feet included,
most of the papers covering the body were slowly getting red.
It hit him hard but Frank understood the dead body was his
own, since he recognized his own shoes. It just wasn't fair!
He was only 38; he should have... Frank's thoughts were
brutally interrupted as a police car passed right through
him.
Frank almost panicked. He really had to put up a fight this
time but once he had manage to reform himself again, he
noticed his body was gone. A bored looking cop threw out a
couple buckets of water to clean the bloodstains as best as
possible while another rolled in a yellow band.
Deeply worried, Frank hurried up to his house, how long had
he been shattered? He didn't know but it had clearly been
too long since they'd moved his body and he didn't know
where to. The door stood open and there were no sign of his
wife anywhere, where had she gone? He needed to ask her
where they had taken his body. A quick glance in the garage
told him his car was gone too.
Why hadn't he asked the cops? Frank tried to shake his head,
confused over his stupidity but he only managed to shimmer
slightly. He quickly returned to the cops, they were loading
some orange cons into the trunk. Frank tried to say 'excuse
me' but he then realized he had no mouth or anything other
tool to form sound. Frank hovered silently in shock.
"Dam kid," the elder cop mumbled.
"Yeah, he completely wrecked that R1," the younger replied.
As Frank listened to the conversation, he was almost
dumbfounded, he had died there and they complained about the
wrecked bike. Frank moved into the car and looked around,
perhaps they had a written down a report or something he
really had to find his body. Frank believed if he somehow
could force himself back into it again then he'd come back
to life again, well it was only a theory but Frank had no
better ones.
The darned bike loving cops seemed only to have written tons
of speed tickets but not a single word about him. Frank
realized too late that he couldn't pass through a closed
window, he was stuck inside with the two cops as they drove
off. First Frank tried to make himself noticed, it was a
complete failure, then he tried to touch the younger cop, it
was like throwing water on a red-hot piece of iron, he almost
steamed backwards. Once back at the station, the two cops
stepped out. Frank wasted no time getting out of that
dangerous trap the car had shown itself to be.
'Perhaps they'll write a report inside,' Frank thought and
followed the two cops closely. Half an hour later, Frank moved
away from the two cops, pissed that they had wasted his
precious time only talking about bikes and dogs, then they
walked into another room and changed to civilian clothes, it
was obvious they were going home.
He realized he no longer had any need of them, but he hadn't
given up his hopes that somebody must have written something.
Frank eyed through almost all the desks looking to see if he
could find anything. But why is it when you look for something
then you'll always find it in the place you look last? The
young gum-chewing girl slowly put her finger down and another
letter was displayed on the screen. God, she was so slow!
Frank waited impatiently for her to roll the text backwards.
Frank painstakingly read his file as the girl jumped around
in the text; he'd been hit by a speeding bike, an R1. Body
taken to St Lawrence Hospital. 'Finally!' Frank thought. He
hurried away but had to stop wait at the exit door until two
cops passed with a cuffed hooker. Frank wasted no time
getting out.
Getting across the town to his hospital quite tricky, since
people kept walking straight through him. He shattered each
time someone did. The whole thing was very annoying and
slowed him down considerable. As Frank threw himself flat
against a wall again to avoid another collision, that's when
he discovered he didn't need to be so close to the ground
since he was hovering. Things got a lot easier after that.
He only needed watch out for the wind.
*.*.*
The hospital was steaming of life and it was even worse in
the emergency room. Frank noticed that hurt people seemed to
leak the shimmering light however he wasn't there to study.
Frank looked methodically through the beds, but his body
wasn't there, only living people.
Frank realized his body must already have been put in the
morgue but where was that? A strong light interrupted Frank's
thoughts, a light tunnel formed over the bed of a young man,
twenty perhaps, a knife wound recalled Frank. A machine
started an annoying alarm, nurses and doctors rushed over to
the bed, completely surrounding it, they all seemed to scream
and pull in things in a rather disorganized manner.
The light tunnel shimmered a couple of times, then he saw a
brighter light emerge from the body, it moved closer towards
the tunnel, then it was rapidly sucked in and then the tunnel
collapsed to nothing. The doctors and nurses kept fighting a
while longer, not knowing they already lost. Frank wanted to
make a sighing sound. So young, life just wasn't fair.
The group seemed to somewhat calm down as they realized the
loss. A younger female doctor broke away from the group,
clearly devastated by the loss. She hit her fist hard on a
table in frustration, letting it vent, then brutally pushed
the table away. Her disappointment knew no boundary, tears
flowing freely down her cheeks. An older almost totally
gray-haired doctor joined her and put an arm around her
comforting her.
"The first is always worst, you did your best, we all did."
He told her, trying to comfort her.
"I know dad, I know but..." she shook her head.
Frank stopped listening to the pair, a male orderly was
pushing the newly deceased body away. 'He just had to be
heading towards the morgue,' Frank thought and quickly took
up pursuit. Once inside the elevator, the orderly pushed the
button marked Basement.
Frank nodded in thought. Naturally, it had to be there. A
sudden tugging on his being forced Frank to pull himself
backwards. It was almost as if the dead body tried to pull
him in. Frank found the experience scary and thereafter kept
himself close to the door. He was the first out as soon as
the doors opened.
The basement didn't give the same neat impression as the upper
floors did, the area had dull gray walls and a rather worn out
floor. Frank realized he'd lost himself in thoughts again
hurried after the orderly. They passed several gray steel
doors before they entered a larger hallway. Close to a hundred
small stainless steel doors sat in three rows on the wall.
The orderly stopped in front of number 32 and pulled it open.
It looked like a long metal drawer but without sides, more a
slab than a drawer. The nurse rolled the young body over on
the slab, tied an note on the toe then pushed it shut again.
Frank had thought the orderly would roll the bed back but
instead he turned around and entered another door, opposite
to the freezers. Frank followed him. Frank noticed he was
inside a smaller room, containing a desk where an older man
sat and a glass wall that revealed a larger room that
contained several steel tables and two younger guys doing an
autopsy on somebody.
"32," the orderly said behind Frank.
The white robed old man behind the desk nodded his
acknowledgement, set down his coffee cup and stretched himself
before looking at the map the nurse held.
"So, what's the excitement" the nurse nodded towards the glass
wall.
"They can't find the reason why he died," the old man shrugged.
"Odd." The orderly said.
"Nah, happens all the time, they just have to learn to look
more accurately."
The orderly nodded and left. Frank suddenly wondered why he
was still hovering around the office. He should be out in
the hall of drawers trying to find his body. It had to be
inside one of the freezers but which one?
The old man finished his coffee and entered the autopsy room.
Frank followed closely, although he would have to wait until
somebody went out to the freezer since he knew he couldn't
open those by himself.
"So what do we have this time, lads?" asked the older man.
"Road victim, all internal organs intact, brain is okay."
"So he bled to death then?"
Both the young men shook their heads.
"Heart?"
"Healthy as hell."
"Interesting," the older man smiled.
Frank couldn't help getting closer to the bluish corpse. He
too was curious, the young men moved aside to give the older
man room. Frank froze in shook, it was his body lying on the
table and they had cut him to pieces. They even opened his
skull and removed his brain. Frank had no clue to how long
he hung there in shock. What he was to do now, he had no
clue. He watched the three men lifting and turning his
organs, removing them again then cutting them to smaller and
smaller pieces.
"Well, he must have died systemic shock then. It happens
every now and then," the older man finally concluded. "Write
down the conclusions on the autopsy report and put it on my
desk. I am through for the night." He turned and left the
room with Frank following him.
Frank followed the older man out of the hospital before he
moved up some meters to a more collision safe level and
hovered home. An unknown car stood outside in the driveway.
'She must home,' he thought. Once again, Frank faced a huge
problem he couldn't overcome: he couldn't get in.
Looking for a place to enter, Frank peeked through the
windows, he found Annie in the living room. She was drinking
tea with a muscular young man that Frank hadn't seen before.
He seemed to be comforting her but who was he? Taken aback,
he moved away for a moment. Frank again looked into the
window again but the room was empty now.
Frank frantically searched room by room through the windows
before he found them in the last place he'd thought of
looking: the bedroom. This day was definitely the worst day
Frank had ever had but now he understood why Annie had acted
with such hostility towards him lately. It obviously had been
her way to fight the guilt.
Frank let himself transcend into the air and just drift away.
If only he had been alive then he could have stopped this. No,
he realized he was just fooling himself. He wasn't young and
good looking anymore. He knew he wouldn't win Annie back now
that he was dead. Frank realized he had drifted back into the
town again and hovered some hundred meters above the hospital.
'What a coincidence,' he thought. It was almost as if God
wanted to give him a suggestion. Frank didn't believe in
higher beings but now he had an option. Frank descended as
fast as he could.
He recalled the feeling he had had in the elevator when that
young body had tried to pull him towards it. Frank positioned
himself in the emergency room and waited. And waited. Wasn't
anybody going to die this day? Frank started feeling slightly
dizzy towards the night. He needed something but he just
didn't know if it was the need of a body or something else.
As he watched for the tunnel of light, the young female
doctor had driven it away twice now. She was skilled but
that wasn't helping Frank.
Frank left the emergency room and desperately hovered through
the hospital. There had to be somebody dying somewhere. An
hour later was Frank back in emergency room again. The doctors
were almost running in circles now. They had a new patient and
they were fighting desperately saving him. Frank watched the
tunnel of light descend, it flickered but didn't collapse.
Was this it? Frank couldn't see the guy the doctors were
working on. He was completely covered and Frank knew better
than letting himself too close, he didn't want his being
shattered again. Frank looked at the file recklessly thrown
on the empty bed next to the dying guy. It read: Harry
Lombard age 23. It sounded almost too good to be true. Frank
looked over at the dying patient again.
He could see a small light being slowly rise from the body.
It struggled against the tunnel's pull but was clearly too
Weak. It was pulled in and the tunnel disappeared. Frank
wasted no time, he rose up to the roof to move past a few
doctors and dove into Harry's chest. The blackness embraced
him completely. The last thing he remembered was a strong
feeling of being squeezed into a too small space.
*.*.*
"Frank? Frank!" A voice pounded in his head, it sounded
familiar.
"Yes," Frank thought.
"I'm sorry to say we pulled you too soon." The voice said.
"What?" He nearly shouted, incredulous to what he was
hearing.
"Um, well...when you died, I didn't want you to suffer any
more than necessary, so I pulled you out premature."
"What!"
"Hey, don't use that tone with me! You're the one who flew
away, making this mess in the first place. My mistake would
have been easily fixed otherwise; it's really your own fault."
"So it failed and I am not in Harry," Frank thought.
"No, you're very much alive again. You're just unconscious. I
think it's called a coma. Anyway, that's a body's fail-safe
mechanism preventing evil spirits from stealing people's
bodies. Boy, we had so much trouble saving souls back then
before the Boss installed that."
"So does this make me a thief?" Frank asked worriedly.
"No, of course not, this body had a vacancy and you filled it.
You should know the Boss was most impressed that you decided
to give this body a second chance. It's one of his favorite
designs. Just to show how much he appreciated your self-
sacrifice, you been granted perfect heath for the whole long
lifespan of this body. So don't go and make the boss
disappointed now, or you might end up down there fast than
can you think."
"Don't worry I won't. But who's the Boss and who are you,"
Frank thought.
"The Boss is God of course, who else?"
"GOD!"
"I'm Amareeus by the way." The voice said in introduction.
"I didn't have to die, you said."
"Well sorry about that, it was my first day as Death's helper."
"Death's helper!" Frank thought shocked.
"Yes, the poor spirit is drowning in work so we angels have to
give him a helping hand. Souls have to be re-collected, nursed
and replanted. Well that's a long complicated story."
"So now what?" Frank thought.
"Well you awaken and live the full lifespan of this body."
"Will I remember this?"
"Yes, but you're forbidden to speak about it."
"Thanks."
"Well, I've got to go. Your second is up. By the way, who's
Harry?" the voice asked as it was fading away.
"Harry? You kidding, right? I went into Harry." Frank thought
surprised, his mind went blank a few seconds.
"No, you're not Harry."
"Then who am I?" But the being had already faded away.
The next moment, Frank noticed he could breath. He tried some
deep ones. It felt almost exotic to draw the air in, he let
his lungs be filled almost to a bursting level. It felt great
being alive again. Frank opened his eyes and looked at the
empty white hospital wall. His head hurt but Frank welcomed
the pain since it was worth it just to have a body again. A
long healthy life the angel had said. Frank smiled, that
knowledge felt great. The sound of paper rustling made Frank
realize he wasn't alone.
He looked to his side and saw a young girl sitting next to
his bed reading a book. She looked familiar somehow. The girl
looked up from her book and their eyes meet. Her eyes flew
open wide, clearly surprised.
"Sis!" She almost screamed and grabbed Frank's hand but Frank
was too surprised even to react. The girl's smile dropped, she
turned around and ran away, it had taken a few but seemingly
very long seconds. Frank realized his mouth was open and
closed it.
"Dad, Dad!" Echoed in from the hallway.
Frank suddenly realized he was almost turning blue from lack
of air. He gasped the air in as he retook to breathing again.
'Sis?' Frank thought, his hand dived down between his smooth
legs.
An ice-cold hand took a firm grip of Frank's heart, almost
stopping it. There was nothing down there, or rather there was
something there, A... an opening. Frank paled noticeable, he
was a female. The lack of air almost choked Frank again. He
sure was no Harry! He'd mucked up big really big, that much
he understood.
"What's going on here! Stop all this shouting?" A male voice
demanded.
"But Dad, Jane's awake," a girl replied.
The footsteps came rapidly closer and Frank wanted to sink
through the bed of the shame alone and run away. A gray-
haired man in his early fifties entered the room closely
followed by the girl. Frank recognized the man: he'd seen
him before in the emergency room, the comforting doctor. Now
he understood why the girl looked familiar, she was almost a
perfect copy of the young but stubborn female doctor he'd
seen cry over a lost patient.
"My Princess, do you feel all right?" The man said and
stroked Frank's hand gently.
Frank wanted to run away in shame, his face burned. Unable to
figure out what to do, Frank decided to remain silent instead
and just endure the humiliating and silly treatment the older
man gave him.
The doctor started to examine Frank, flashed his eyes and
moving his fingers back and forth. The whole thing made Frank
dizzy.
"Who are you?" Frank finally mumbled, his voice sounded more
like a squeak in his ears.
The doctor stopped the examination and he'd got a sad look on
his face. The girl on the bed just looked confused, she
clearly wanted to say something but the man hushed her.
"What's you sister's name?" he asked. Frank shrugged since he
didn't have a clue.
The questions began to hammer down on Frank: where stood
Admiral Nelson's statue in Paris? Was Napoleon a president?
Frank accidentally answered those easily without even
thinking but then he realized that faking amnesia would be
the best thing to do considering his situation.
"Right, I just knew there'd be complications but I never even
thought of this one." The doctor said.
"First time she ever forgot something and it had to be amnesia
that caused it. Way to go sis!" the girl complained.
Frank just looked at the girl, wondering what that was about.
He silently wished they'd go away but instead a third person
entered the small room. Frank recognized the young female
doctor at first sight.
When the older man informed her about Frank's status, she just
smiled and then she started by introducing herself. Sandra
Bernhard 26 years old and Frank's oldest sister and doctor by
occupation. Then she pointed at the man, Steve or preferably
dad, was also a doctor and in charge of the emergency room.
The girl that was in the room when he woke up was Kate, his
barely older sister. She was in college and studying
psychology.
"So who am I?" Frank wondered.
"Jane." All three replied at once.
Finally, Frank eventually was able to find out he was Jane
Bernhard, 16 years old and a gymnastic ace. Or at least until
yesterday when some evil kid had put Vaseline on the balance
beam as a practical joke and Jane had slipped on it and had
hit her head really bad. The incident had been a severe shock
for both the family and the school. They had found out who the
kid was and he was going to be severely punished for it.
Frank nodded absently, knowing Jane had died and now was he
stuck in a teenager's body for the rest of her life. Man, this
sucked! Hadn't that angel said how pleased the Boss had been
about his choice of bodies? If he somehow managed to switch to
a different body, then there might be a risk the Boss would
get angry and that was too risky to play that game. He would
just have to face this the hard way. Well, maybe he shouldn't
worry about this. It couldn't be that difficult being a girl,
could it?
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