• Edan woke up. His head was pounding as if it was hit with a hammer. He glanced around the room “What am I doing in the neighbor’s house?” he thought. He rubbed his head, hoping it would help the pain. He felt weak, barely able to stand.
    “Good morning sunshine!” The woman with the pink scrub walked in. She wrapped her pale arms around Edan, holding him tight. Edan’s eyes widen, he was obviously confused, and possibly frightened. I was so worried about you! I was so terrified that everything would go wrong,” she broke off into a sob, “And then where would we be? I’m just so thankful your ok, and everyone is ok!” Yes he was defiantly frightened.
    “Carrel I am telling you it wasn’t my fault! It’s not my fault your son is dead!” yelled the man, still wearing his white lab coat. Edan gave a small laugh. Irony, his mother’s name was Carrel. He paused for a moment. What was going on? Was that his mother on the other end of the phone?
    “Edan,”whispered the woman, “come with me.” She tightly held his hand and led him up the stairs. He tumbled while he walked. He was for sure weak. “Now stay here and don’t move,” she demanded. That defiantly wouldn’t be a problem, he could barely breath. He wasn’t even sure if he was breathing. But that was the last of his concerns.
    She gingerly walked down the stairs, her white heels click-clacking behind her. He took notice of the sound of a door slamming open with rage. A tall woman with shoulder length hair walked in. Her black heels stabbed the floor.
    “Don’t” you tell me that this wasn’t your fault!” she yelled pointing her index finger at the man in the lab coat. “Don’t tell me you didn’t just kill my son! Don’t tell me you let my only son die! And now because of that my husband is dead! You’re a murderer!” Fury filled her eyes. Edan knew better than to think she was worried about him. No she was worried that her husband died, and figured that she'd blame it on someone.
    He could feel the heat building up in the air against his cold skin. A dark angry aura filled the atmosphere. He looked more closely, clinging to the anger filled woman, was a small girl. Her hair was long, and barely noticeable against her black dress and the velvety cape that flowed over her shoulders. The little girl gave him an unbelieving stare, her pale face made it look like she had seen a ghost. The woman slapped her off, "Let go of me you pest," she breathed.
    He looked closer. Could it be her? It was her. He was certain, even though his vision was indistinct. He leaned up against the pale green wall. He took a deep breath. That didn’t help the uneasy feeling. In fact he only felt worse, much worse.
    The woman yelled once more before thundering out of the room. “You killed Edan.”
    He gazed, a faraway look in his dark eyes. What had happened?