If you have clicked on this story, it either means you are way too curious, or you are one of us. Then again, I have too much curiosity too. Know that once you scroll down, there is no going back. You can't just walk away and forget about it, because the memories and dreams will haunt you. So be ready for the journey ahead. Because it is going to be a tough one. Anyone that isn't ready, go ahead and click out of this page.The rest of you, take a deep breath and scroll down.
I took a death breath and got into the wheelchair. The scientist that was studying me and the boy wanted us to go around in wheelchairs, so that we wouldn't waste the little energy we had. I put earbuds in my ears and let my dad push me down the streets of Nebraska. People stared at me, and I just waved back. It made me laugh to see the way people reacted when I acted so normal. We were supposed to meet the boy in the park downtown, in front of a pond. I was nervous yet calm. Maybe we would finally get some answers.
When we got there, the boy was already there. He was in a wheelchair, just like me. He looked my age, about eleven, and had dark brown hair. He also had pale skin, green eyes, and was pretty skinny, like he hadn't eaten in a while. There were earbuds in his ears, just like me. Our parents talked to each other while we just stared at each other. “Umm… Hi? I'm not exactly sure what to say to a fellow wonder of science.” I said, and he laughed. “I'm Drake.” He said. “I'm Sky,” I said, and noticed his eyes were unfocused and blank. “Sky, would you mind describing yourself to me?” I was confused, but agreed. “I'm tall and thin, with blue hair and eyes that change color constantly. I am wearing a black sweatshirt with the words ``Just a girl who loves wolves on it, written in the galaxy. I'm barefoot with white skin and I'm sitting in a black wheelchair.” I looked up. “Is that good?” Drake nodded his head. He must have felt my confusion, and pointed to his eyes. “I'm blind. Thanks for describing yourself, because now I can picture you in my head.” “Ohhhh. Yeah, that makes a lot more sense now.” I said, nodding my head. “Soo… any idea why we are perfectly healthy yet it's hard to move?” I asked, and Drake shrugged his shoulders. “I don't know. All that I know is… well, you'd never believe me anyway.” He said, and I was suddenly alert. He had something crazy that no one would believe, like I did? “Tell me, and I'll tell you something you won't believe,” I whispered, looking to make sure that our parents were far enough away. “Are the parents out of earshot?” Drake asked. “Yep. Now spill.” I said and he moved closer to me with his wheelchair. “So, at first they put me in a hospital. I was really scared and upset, you know? So once, I was getting changed, and I heard a nurse start to some in the room. You can imagine my terror. The nurse looked around for me, probably wanting to ask me what I wanted for lunch or something, but she couldn't see me. She yelled, “Drake! Where are you?” I was so confused. Then suddenly,” Drake said, starting to whisper. “I could see.” I widened my eyes. “I'm going to assume that your blindness wasn't magically cured then came back,” I said, and Drake shook his head. “Seeing- well, it was the best moment of my life. I saw my whole hospital room and then looked down at myself. The odd part was, I could feel my body, but it was completely invisible. Quickly, I yelled, “In the bathroom!” to the nurse, and got my clothes on. Then, I went into the bathroom and pretended to come out. As soon as I wanted to be seen again, I went back to being blind. And I assumed my body was visible because the nurse saw me and asked me what I wanted for lunch.” “Woh,” I whispered, and I thought about my experience. I wasn't the only one with an odd story, so I might not be going crazy. “Alright, your turn,” Drake said, and I got ready to tell the story. “So, they put me in a hospital too. I'm a lover of art, and when I looked at the bare walls of my hospital room, I decided that I needed to paint over all the white. After the doctors and nurses saw my art, they wanted me to paint other rooms. So I did. But there was this girl, about five or six years old, that had cancer. Her name was Andy. I overheard her doctor telling her parents that she was going to die. I didn't want that to happen, but I didn't think there was anything I could do to stop it. So I painted anything she told me too on the walls, I even painted the plastic part of her bed pink! She… asked me if she was going to die. Some sort of instinct took me over, and I told her, “Not on my watch”. I put my hand on her forehead, and I suddenly had horrible pain. But it faded away after a few minutes. Andy said that she felt better, and I was shocked at what had happened.” I said, then pursed my lips, and whispered the last part. “The next day, when I asked how Andy was, the doctor said she went from the edge of death to being completely healed.” Drake raised his eyebrows. “We aren't going crazy, right?” He asked, and I shrugged. “Maybe we are, maybe we aren't. I've learned to just ride the roller coaster.” I said, and I backed up as our parents came back over. My mom held up her phone. “We just heard there's a girl in Tennessee like you two. We both booked a flight on the same plane, and we will meet her in Missouri.” My mom looked at me. “At our house.”
