Percy is ambiguous.
He's having second thoughts about whether to do it or not. The Grim Reaper's words filled his mind and it got him all nervous.The clock strikes 6:30 when he looked at the wall clock. He stayed inside their empty classroom waiting for the time. Good thing he texted his parents about coming home late. And luckily it is his day off from his convenience store side job. He wasn't sure about doing this, he definitely told himself not to get involved with the Grim Reaper's human form inside this game. He knew it will only make delays in his plans. But this seemed inevitable.He tapped his fingers on the desk, then sighed nervously. "Are you fucking scared of that kid now, Percy?" He scoffed to himself. "Don't be. She's just a girl. You are older than her. Well... at least in terms of IQ and conscience in this game. But damn! Stop stammering, you idiot!"A buzz suddenly came. When John Percy looked into his pocket, he found his phoneClarisse started to feel annoyed at how John and Hyalou became closer to each other.She threw her things on the ground when she got home. Catching her breath in anger."I will make sure she'll regret fighting against me. I will make you suffer, Hyalou!" she declared while balling her fists.Inside Lawrence High, she started obsessing about catching John Percy's attention. She would insist on helping him financially. She even tried to complete an assignment for him when he was absent one time. But she got disappointed when he already made one because Hyalou helped her with the pointers.She started to ignore George and kept on buzzing John day and night."What the fuck, Clarisse? Why are you ignoring me now? I thought we had plans for this day. You were the one who arranged it!" George threw tantrums at her when they were inside the car."It's your fault!" she shouted."And why is it my fault?""You were the one
What kind of pain could one person endure?Physical pain could be given a set of scales for one's endurance. People may tend to endure a simple scrape or a simple dislocation. But in severe cases, especially when the pain is located in the heart or brain, they tend to exceed the amount of tolerance a human body can endure and could result in death.But the kind of pain that no physical pain could ever surpass is the pain felt by the heart and soul.For years of neurology practice, the only pain that Dr. John Percy Morgan could not heal was the pain of the spirit. He could cure brain traumas and all that connect to the central nervous system. But this certain pain was inevitable. It was something he couldn't control. His knowledge of medicine wasn't enough for this kind of pain. It was unbearable.The pain that glistened in his patients' eyes could never be healed by someone like him. The pain of being abandoned in this world...He could hear the prolonged beeping sound of the monitor.
A few days had been tough for John Percy. After that conversation with his father-in-law, his self-esteem seemed to cripple in his throat as he was neglected in the department as well.The resident neurosurgeons and the nurses all walked past him without any greeting. Not even long glances. Well, Dr. Patt gave him a quick sympathetic gaze and then quickly strode past him.The department was never that busy. Neurosurgery in Wichita isn't something too common compared to Boston. But John Percy knew that OB Medical Group had already been claiming its golden seat in Kansas alone. 75% of the Kansans have full trust in OB Medical as the only privileged hospital to cater to almost all illnesses in the state. They were almost as competitive as Boston.But ever since the OB Medical Group became well-known, they started to neglect John Percy's department. Or maybe was it because of him?He shrugged off the thought as he got back to his desk inside the department office. Everyone was out there a
John Percy walked out of the house like a beggar.All his life he tried to be good to Clarisse's family. The only treasure that he had was her. And now that this situation was thrown at him like a bomb, he didn't know what to do next.He was just walking on the safe side of the road. He found himself walking on a bridge. Few cars strode relentlessly on the highway. His wavy brown hair was harshly heaved by the wind. He turned to his right and held on to the cold steel of the bridge while freely looking at the unrested waters below. It was the river bathed in colorful city lights as the busy Wichita buildings reflected on it.He came back home with a heavy heart. His face was still smothered with dust and tears.He hurried to Zianna's room, his daughter's. He just peeped at the doorway and saw that she was already fast asleep. He smiled in relief and decided to close it quietly.He started locking the doors and windows. He also covered the windows to avoid other people from seeing them
This must be the pain.It was the moment when John Percy knew it was the most excruciating form one person could ever get. The pain of seeing someone they love smirking at them in their dying hour.This was it.It was how Clarisse slowly made herself his greatest mistake. She was his epitome of pain.He was still choking for air. Someone from behind was strangling him to death. He couldn't even turn to see his face. All he knew was that this man was wearing an all-black tracking suit, pants, and boots. He smelt cold breeze and rain. The man wore a mask but his cold blue eyes were seeing death. He was too used to doing this. Like he would never shiver away from killing someone. Unfortunately, John Percy was one of his targets.He stopped analyzing him. Seconds of his life were at stake, so he decided to just look up. He focused on Clarisse.While he felt that the man who was strangling him was holding him down to a tight rope, he saw Clarisse slowly getting up from the man's body, wear
John Percy opened his eyes gasping for air. His gasp was too strong that he arched his body simultaneously. Then, he squinted. Series of bright lights beamed at his face. He could feel the heat coming from them, radiating to him. Then, he heard an inaudible sound. It was like being drowned. Slowly, he could hear it clearly as seconds passed by. There were several voices and other sounds that sounded like death.He could see the source of the light. There was a large group of white lights incubating his fragile body. It was right over him. He was panting but still weak, he slowly got a hold of that sound.It was a beeping sound. It was too familiar not to even recognize. It was his vital monitor.Gradually, his senses became normally stable. He could feel several itching pains in his body. But whenever he wanted to move his hands to scratch them, they wouldn't move.What's happening? Why couldn't he move his hands? He also tried to curl his toes or move his legs, but still to no avail.
It was the year 2007.John Percy read the date inside his phone. His phone was a keypad type, the exact phone he had with him since he was in high school.He just couldn't believe what he was seeing. He simultaneously moved his head toward the mirror and back to his phone.He even slapped his cheeks hard."Aw!" he groaned in pain after realizing that everything was real. "Fuck!" he shouted."Hey, watch your mouth!" a man's voice interrupted from outside. It was Henry, the janitor inside Lawrence High. It was Henry's routine to reprimand students for foul behaviors.John Percy bit his lower lip. "Sorry!" he shouted. "Fuck!" he hissed, making sure he would only hear his own cursing.Suddenly, that woman's voice interrupted his mind."Everything you'll see is just a part of your memories. You may interact with the people there but that won't change anything in reality..." Hyalou said."So, this means, I'm just inside my memories?" he asked himself.No matter what the situation was to him
John Percy woke up happily as he turned off his alarm on his bedside table.It's his second day going back to being 17 years old. He excitedly got up and readied himself for school. While getting dressed up, he could smell his Aunt Merlyn's bread toast, and bacon.Just like any other Kansans, John Percy's family was as simple as can be. They just seemed to live a simple life. They didn't have any hangups that they needed to pursue aside from his adoptive parents wanting to own a restaurant.John Percy hummed and ran toward the kitchen. "I really miss this smell, Auntie!" he happily exclaimed.Aunt Merlyn just snorted while preparing the table. "Just get your butt in here and eat."He chuckled and obliged. After sending 2 spoonfuls of meat into his mouth, the doorbell rang."Hmm... That must be George. Open the door for me, Jay!" Aunt Merlyn asked.He stood up and hurried to the door. He saw George's lively grin. He waved at John Percy."George!""What's up? Are you ready? Come on! Let