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One Adventure to Last a Lifetime


My life is not of great importance. I grew up on a farm with four brothers and sisters. My life is not a beautiful one or a fairytale life. I’ve grown up around death and live right down the road from it. You see my mother died when I was three and my oldest brother died when I was seven.

My father eventually remarried, like most men do. My two sisters and brother were sent to a boarding school in England. I joined them for only seven weeks and then I became ill. I was sent here, to Claude hospital.

The doctor’s don’t know with what or how I became sick. People ask me all the time if I am scared of death. The only reply I can give them is no. You see death and I are close and growing up next to him has made me respect him. I know not to fear the misunderstood. When they ask me if I am scared to die I tell the no, I’m just a little sad.

You see my entire life I have always wanted to have an adventure to last a lifetime. But I have been stuck in this hospital for nine years and the chances of me getting better looked grim. With that chance one can’t do much except lie there. But one night as I started to sleep death came to me. He promised me my lifetime adventure before I died. As always death kept his promise.

Chapter One

“Emily Morrison,” the woman whispered.

“I’m sorry, could you repeat that for me dear?” another woman asked.

“My mother’s name was Emily Morrison. She died when I was three,” the woman jolted out, “Why do you need to know this?”

“Ms. Morrison, we are trying to figure out why and how you became sick. We think it might be something on your mother’s side, considering your father’s side was clear. Now I know this is difficult for you,” the woman continued, “Was your mother ever sick when she was around you?”

Ms. Morrison cleared her throat, “Why would it matter, she’s been dead for fifteen years. Is it actually possible for her to give me something that took so long to emerge? I mean I didn’t become ill until she had been dead for eight years. Nothing could possibly take that long…could it?”

“We’re not sure Ms. That’s what we’re trying to find out. It could have been anything.”

“It shouldn’t matter anyways. I’m going to die sooner or later. You might as well just try to find out what it is and find a cure. This way you can save the next person who gets this disease,” Ms. Morrison said solemnly, “Now if you don’t mind I would like to get some rest.”

“Yes Ma’am,” the woman walked to the door and turned, “Do you know what your mother died of?”

“Hepatitis,” she jerked back a tear, “Hepatitis B.”

The woman walked out of the door and closed it. Ms. Morrison let out a long sigh of relief and walked towards the window. As she stood by the window, with one arm resting on the other, she looked down at the ground below. She wondered if maybe her mother did make her sick, “Nonsense, just pure nonsense. Whatever I have is not the result of my mother…at least I don’t think it is.” She bit her upper lip as she thought of the unbelievable.

“Darling what are you doing by the window?! You could catch the flu or a cold or something worse,” a man exclaimed while entering the room. He walked over to her hastily.

She quickly turned around with a sassy comeback in mind, “Marcus it would be impossible for me to catch something worse. What could be worse than an unknown disease?”

“Brooke, you look beautiful,” her brother told her while hugging his older sister.

“Shut up Marcus. You’re not supposed to lie,” she paused thinking of something witty, “You’re bad at it anyway.” They both chuckled

“How did the “investigation” go? She didn’t hurt you, did she?”

“Even if she did she couldn’t help it, it’s her job,” Brooke decided to change the subject, “Would you like something to drink?” Brooke walked away from the window and over to the mini-stove area.

“Coffee would be nice. This room is amazing. It’s almost as if…” He stopped mid-sentence, scared to finish his thought.

Brooke knew what her brother was thinking and sadly she knew it was true, “It’s almost as if… I was in a real house, I know. Too bad it’s only an almost. Your coffee,” she handed the cup to her brother, “How are Kathryn and Melody doing? Has Michael started talking yet?”

“Boy you’re full of questions. Kat and Mel are fine. Michael spoke his first words on Tuesday. A full sentence too. It was, “I want bottle”, it was rather cute,” Marcus smiled as he watched his sister stir her coffee.

“I wish I could be there with you guys. Sometimes I feel like I’m trapped, like a little mouse. The cat’s just playing with me until it’s time for dinner,” Brooke gave a saddened sigh as she paused; “You know what I wish for more than anything?” she started back up again, “I wish I was a bird. So that I could fly right out of that window and soar in the sky. Nothing but the wind going against me.” Brooke walked over to the window and tried to put her filled cup on the edge. Before it could reach the ledge she broke down and the cup fell to the floor and shattered.

Marcus walked over to his sister and she fell into his arms. She clenched his corduroy jacket and held onto him. She wept for what seemed to be forever and finally looked up at him, “Am I really that big of a mess Marcus?”

As he hushed his sister he responded, “Not at all. Not at all.” As he stood holding his sister he held back the tears in his eyes. He knew he couldn’t let her see him cry. Only one person was allowed to break down at a time. This time it was hers. “I love you Brooke. Always remember that,” he kissed his sister on her forehead.

After what had happened that morning Marcus wasn’t sure if he wanted to leave his sister’s side. She seemed so broken, just like that mug. That night he decided to stay with her and keep her company. He slept on the couch across from her bed…well he tried to sleep. He didn’t want to take his eyes off of her, just in case.

The one thing the nurses and doctors had forgotten to mention to Brooke is that at night she tended to have panic attacks and stop breathing. Marcus knew about this and stayed to watch over her. After the day she had, there was a 97% chance of an attack. The percent proved correct.

Around two am she started to scream and have what looked to be seizures. Marcus fell out of the bed and ran to the station outside getting one of the nurses.
The nurse grabbed a needle and filled it with a clear medicine. Three others came in to hold Brooke down as the first nurse ejected the shot into her forearm.

After a few minutes she began to settle down and returned to a deep sleep. After getting a cup of coffee and he walked over to his sleeping sister and kissed her forehead. He scratched his unshaven face and settled back onto the couch.

The night my brother stayed with me was the night death came to visit. It was that night he promised me an adventure to last a lifetime. It was a very interesting but mortifying conversation. Of course when you’re talking with death nothing is happy or fluffy. The things he said were not what one would expect from death.

Of course one doesn’t expect much from something they don’t understand. I knew better though, I knew that he was granting me my wish. His words were a bit mystifying, but that made it even more exhilarating. He then said good-bye and left my dreams. I realized at that moment my life would change forever.

I then awoke from my night with death to find my brother asleep sitting up with a coffee cup in his hand. I held in my laughter as I took the half empty cup from his hand. I positioned his body and covered him with the red blanket our mother had made for me when I was two. As I reflected on the memory I found it quite funny that my little brother was looking out for me. Yet it was comforting to know he was there. It was comforting to know that someone cared.

That morning was when the adventure started to occur. It started out with a regular routine, only it wasn’t. You see at ten am every morning the nurse is supposed to come in with a shot of some medicine. The only problem was that she didn’t come in that morning. I waited until around ten thirty to allow time for delays. I decided to go down and ask what had happened and why she did not come up.

As I walked down I thought of things that might have happened. I was hoping that she didn’t come up because I was done with the medicine and I never had to take it again. I cleared that thought out of my mind immediately. Not having to take those awful injections would be like saying this whole thing was a bad dream and I would wake up perfectly healthy.

At that same moment I felt a piercing pain in my upper right arm. I rubbed my arm and pushed the doors to the medicine area open. I walked towards the medicine desk. The entire place was dark and a bit blurry. It looked abandoned.

Chapter Two

“Excuse me? Hello! Is anyone back there?” Brooke rang the bell at the front desk, “Is anyone back there? Hello? Where is everyone?”

Brooke walked down the halls it seemed that no one was there. No doctors, no nurses, and no patients. She walked through every floor and tried every door. The floors were empty and the doors, locked.

“Where the hell did everyone go?” she mumbled to herself. She headed back for her room to get her brother. She figured that maybe he would have an idea on what was going on. When she got back to her room she noticed that it was open.

“I swore I closed it after me.” She looked inside and found her brother sitting by the bed crying. As she watched her brother cry her vision started to become clearer. She noticed a figure in the bed and as she started to walk towards it she realized who it was. There she stood at the end of the bed looking back at herself.

“How the…no that’s not possible,” as she started to understand the situation she was able to hear and see people. Finally the entire room was filled with doctors and nurses. Trying to figure out what was going on she walked over to her bed. She sat on the bed and started to clench the cotton sheets. She listened to the doctor’s diagnosis.

“We think that maybe after we injected the medicine into her she might have gone into a coma. We’re so sorry. We never thought the medicine would do this to someone,” the doctor stammered over his words.

“That’s what happens when you give medicine to someone that has an unknown disease,” Marcus grunted. He wiped the tears off of his face and crossed his arms.

“Doctor, should I notify the father now?” a nurse asked. The doctor nodded his head and they walked out. Marcus sat by his sister’s body and held her hand.

“Marcus! Marcus! You twit look over here,” Brooke cried out. She looked around and noticed that the blanket was on the couch where she had put it.

At that same moment Marcus had looked away. He saw his cup on the table next to the bed and realized that the blanket had not been where it was last night. He looked at his sister’s body, “You’re still there and I know it. Where ever you are just remember that I love you.” He kissed her forehead and walked away.

I sat on the bed and looked at him close the door and I murmured to myself. I’ll always remember that. I turned back to look at myself in the bed. I looked so sick and so lifeless. My long brown hair was still in its braid from the night before and my skin was so pale.

My fingers were just lying by my side and you could see the chipped red polish on them. I looked so serious; it was almost as if I was dreaming of a funeral. My eyes were lightly closed. I remember comparing myself to my lifeless self. I touched my eyes and I started to cry. The sting made my eyes feel like ice.

I remember asking myself, what now? What was I to do? I didn’t even know if I was dead or alive. All I knew was staying on that bed wasn’t going to do anything. Maybe, just maybe this was my chance for that adventure. I took another look at myself hoping that it wouldn’t be the last time I saw my reflection, and started to walk towards the door.

Brooke walked towards the door and turned back to look at herself one last time, “I guess this is where it begins.”

As she walked out into the hallway a doctor stopped her, “Excuse me Ms. May I ask how you know Ms. Morrison.

Brooke looked confused and thought in her head, “What the hell is he talking about, I am Brooke,” she looked at him and spoke, “I’m sorry but I was just visiting.” She walked passed the doctor and headed towards the door. She stopped in front of it and realized what this meant. This was to be the first time in nine years that she would be outside, “Breathe, just breathe.” She turned the handle and walked out.

It was a warm spring day and the flowers were in mid-bloom. As she walked through the garden to the front of the hospital she realized she was still in her robe, “Shit,” she quietly said. She noticed that there was a map stand by the bus stop. She looked through the map to find a place to buy some clothing, “Dave’s, Papaya, bookstore, food store. Where are the good clothing stores?” She flipped through the pages. Finally she came across a store that was only a ten minute walk away, “Bingo.”

She took the map and started to walk towards the store. The walk was very exciting for Brooke considering she hadn’t been on an outdoor walk in nine years, “Isis Rising, there it is,” she smiled as she walked into the store.

“Good Morning and welcome to Isis Rising. Is there anything I can help you with?” the woman at the counter asked rehearsingly.

“No, that’s ok I’m just looking,” she started to walk and then paused; “Wait, could you point me to the jean section?”

“It’s near the bra’s and underwear on the left side,” she smiled at Brooke.

Brooke smiled back, “Thank you.” She headed over and started to look through the jeans and then through the shirts.

“Blue or Red?” she questioned herself, “I think blue. Yes, definitely blue.” She walked over to the counter.

“Is this it for you today?”

“Yes, thank you. How much?”

“It comes out to fifty dollars and seventy-two cents.”

“Oh. I only have thirty,” Brooke sighed. She tried to think of something.

“There you are sweetheart,” a tall man with shoulder length brown hair came towards Brooke, “I told you I would pay for it before we came here. Here you go miss.” The man held Brooke’s hand and they walked out together. Brooke stared at him in perplexity. Why would anyone want to help her?

“Thank you so much. I promise I’ll pay you back. I just need your mailing address so I can send you the money,” Brooke stated.

“Are you Brooke Morrison?” he questioned.

“Why does it matter who I am?”

“I have orders to pick you up from here and take you with me.”

“Take me with you where?”

“We have to catch a plane to Italy. So please hurry up and get into the car,” the man insisted.

“ITALY!?! Why are we going to Italy?”

“You wanted an adventure to last a lifetime right?” Brooke nodded, “Well your getting it.”

The man opened the door to the Porsche and Brooke got in with shock written all over her face. He closed the door and got into the car and they drove off for the airport.

Chapter Three

Brooke shifted in the seat on the plane, “Is it possible to know your name? Who you are? What you do?”

The man sat down after putting his bags up, “My name was Darius, but most called me Dar. I was a farmer and I worked at the local store. Then I caught the same disease you have.”

“I’m so sorry…I didn’t know,” Brooke looked down at her feet, “You said was. Does that mean your, well, you know, dead?” She gulped not looking forward to the answer. Dar looked at her with his grey eyes. They were fixed on her baby blues. He broke away from the stare and turned away. Brooke knowing the answer now turned and looked out the window. After about ten minutes of quiet Brooke decided to strike up another rather dim conversation, “Were you scared?”

“Why should I be scared? I would have died anyways,” Dar bluntly brought up.

“I know but many people are terrified of dying. I was just wondering-“

“People who are terrified of dying don’t think they will ever die and when they realize they will they can’t believe it. Now please shut up. I’m trying to sleep.”

Brooke looked at him in amazement, “dead people can sleep…?”

He turned to Brooke, “Yes and it’s not like I’m a sleepless zombie. I’m an angel of death.”

“An angel of death? I’m not going to die on this plane am I?!” she took a deep breath to calm herself down, “Wait I thought there was only one angel of death.”

“No, you are not going to die on the plane. There are many death angels…just so happens you have me.”

“What do you mean I have you? What are you supposed to be my guardian or something?” Brooke said argumentative and a bit stand offish.

“Yes I am and I resent that tone of voice. I have watched you grow up and I have watched you suffer. I’m sorry if I’m not what you expected, but deal with it,” he snapped back, “Now please just SHUT UP for the rest of the plane ride.”

Brooke grumbled to herself, “If you really were my guardian you wouldn’t have let me get sick,” she crossed her arms and turned away from him.

Dar sat there with his eyes closed and his head back. He didn’t even turn to look at her,” I heard that.”

Brooke rolled her eyes and kept her arms crossed, still looking away,” Do you think I care?” She asked thinking she had one this argument.

Dar chuckled, his eyes still closed, “If you didn’t care you would have shut up by now,” he gave out a relaxing sigh. Brooke’s jaw dropped in astonishment at her loss, “Now if you don’t mind I would like to get a little bit of sleep before we land.”

That was the longest plane ride I had ever been on. There were times where I could not sleep and just looked at the clouds. When I could sleep I saw my brothers’ face and the way he looked at me. I replayed all the scenarios over and over again. From the day I was born until that very moment I was diagnosed.

“What went wrong? Why me? How?” I looked back at all the times in my life and recalled those questions. Still to this day they are unanswered. I guess that’s part of life. You’re born wondering and you die wondering.

Brooke woke up in a sweat. She seemed frightened and in a daze. When she realized it was just another dream she sat back in her seat and gazed out the window. She looked over at Dar and studied him. His hair was now tied back and his clothes looked brand new. He had a faded scar on his chin. She noticed his necklace. It was a poison necklace.

The poison necklace was very intriguing. It was big but not huge. One side had a rose and the other side a star. I gently removed it from his neck to get a closer look at it. I removed the star side to see the inside of it.

There were rose and lilac petals in it. It smelled wonderful. I clasped the two sides together and started to put it back onto his neck. My hand was a bit shaky but I managed to not disturb him. I took a deep sigh of relief and decided to go explore the plane.

The plane was rather small. It didn’t take me long to get up to the captain’s area. I decided to introduce myself to the crew. I knocked on the door and no one answered. I knocked once more, still no answer. I opened the door and called out to the captain. I walked over to where he was supposed to be seated. I say supposed because he wasn’t there. There wasn’t anyone there. I started to panic and let out a deafening scream.

Dar jumped up hitting his head,” What the hell,” he looked over at the seat next to him, “Oh shit!” he jumped out of his seat and ran towards the area Brooke was in.

He found Brooke sitting in a corner. Her eyes were filling with tears as she screamed, “I’m going to die. I’m going to die on this plane!”

He knelt down and grabbed her by the shoulders, “Brooke, listen to me! You’re not going to die on this plane. I already told you that!” He shook her until she looked at him, “I’m flying the plane Brooke. It’s only you and me on this plane.”

She was breathing heavily,” You’re flying the plane,” She took a deep breath, “I’m not going to die on here?” Dar looked at her and brushed a stray piece of hair back from her face. She flew up and embraced him.

“Come on, we should go back to our seats,” he smirked at her as she got up. They walked back to their seats. Dar went back to his nap and Brooke starred out the window once again.
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