MidReal Story
Chosen to Heal: A Teen's Redemption Journey
Scenario: The world has imploded and there are only ten people left. The ten people are designated by God to heal the world. I am one of them. But I don't know why I am chosen. I am a ill-tempered 14 year old boy who is quite lazy and not good at school work.
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“Get up, John, it’s time for school!”
I opened my eyes and sat up, a scowl on my face as I took in the sight of my mother standing in the doorway to my room.
“What time is it?”
I grumbled, looking around for my clock.
“It’s almost seven o’clock.
You need to get up or you’re going to be late again.”
I sighed in exasperation and flopped back down onto my bed.
“I hate school.
Why do I have to go?
It’s fucking stupid.”
My mother shook her head and left the room without a word.
She had known better than to try to argue with me.
Once I had made up my mind about something, there was no way to change it.
It was just the way I was.
I was a lazy, ill-tempered fourteen-year-old boy who didn’t want to do anything but sleep and play video games all day.
I wasn’t particularly bright, and I didn’t excel in any of my classes, because I just didn’t care enough to try.
I had been held back several times over the years because of this, and I was still only in seventh grade.
If I didn’t get my act together soon, I would be held back yet again, and there was no way in hell that I was going to go through that humiliation.
My parents had pretty much given up on me at this point, accepting that I was just going to be a failure at life.
They tried not to get too mad at me when I screwed up, because they knew that it wouldn’t do any good.
It wasn’t like they could just beat some sense into me or anything.
They had tried that before, and all it had done was make me hate them even more than I already did.
So now they just let me do whatever I wanted most of the time, as long as I stayed out of their way.
And I stayed out of their way for the most part, because all they ever seemed to do was fight with each other.
I begrudgingly dragged myself out of bed and stumbled over to the bathroom, tripping over clothes and other debris that were scattered all over my floor.
I glanced at myself in the mirror as I passed by, grimacing at my disheveled appearance.
I hadn’t taken a shower in a few days, and my hair was greasy and matted to my head in places.
I brushed my teeth quickly, trying not to gag from the taste, then splashed some water on my face to wake myself up a bit more.
I ran a comb through my hair, but it didn’t really help much, except maybe to make it look even worse than it already did.
I rummaged through my drawers and found a wrinkled t-shirt and a pair of ripped jeans to wear to school, then hurried back to my room to grab my backpack and shoes so that I could leave.
I threw my stuff together in a haphazard manner, then slung my backpack over one shoulder and headed out the door, hardly even giving my parents a second glance as I left.
I walked down the driveway towards the street, squinting against the bright sunlight as I tried to wake up a little bit more.
The sky was a strange swirling mixture of colors that I had never seen before, and I frowned as I looked up at it.
The air felt heavy and thick, like there was a storm coming, but I didn’t see any clouds in the sky.
It was a weird sensation, and it made me feel a little bit queasy.
I turned back to look at the house one last time before I started walking down the street, taking a mental inventory of everything inside of it so that I would know if anything was out of place when I got back.
I didn’t see anything that looked different from usual, though.
Everything seemed to be fine.
I was just being paranoid.
I started to turn away from the house and continue on my way, but something caught my eye as I did so.
There were people screaming and running down the street, trying to get away from something, but I couldn’t see what it was.
It reminded me of something out of a disaster movie, with everyone panicking and trying to escape from some unseen danger.
But this wasn’t a movie.
This was real, happening right in front of my eyes, and I had no idea what was going on.
I stood there for a moment, watching as people continued to run past me, their faces contorted in terror as they tried to flee from whatever was chasing them.
But still, I couldn’t see anything that looked dangerous or out of the ordinary.
Then I noticed a girl walking towards the house, seemingly oblivious to everything that was going on around her.
She was tall and thin, with long blonde hair that fell down her back in perfect ringlets, even though there wasn’t a breeze in the air to disturb them.
She was wearing a long flowing white dress that billowed out around her as she walked, making her look like some kind of angel or fairy princess.
She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, with bright blue eyes that sparkled in the sunlight, but there was something strange about her that I couldn’t quite put my finger on.
She didn’t seem to belong here, in this place, at this time.
As she got closer, I could see that she had an elegant and regal air about her that set her apart from everyone else.
She held her head high and walked with confidence, even though there was chaos and destruction all around her.
She was completely mesmerizing, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.
I forgot about everything else as I watched her approach me, my heart pounding in my chest as I waited to see what she was going to do.
She continued on towards me without hesitation, as if she knew exactly where she was going and what she was supposed to be doing.
And then she stopped.
She looked up at me and smiled, and for a moment I thought that my heart might stop beating altogether.
But before I could say anything to her or ask her what she wanted, my mother appeared beside me and grabbed me by the arm, yanking me back into the house before slamming the door shut behind us.
“Get away from the window!”
She screamed at me frantically as she dragged me through the living room and into the hallway.
“What are you doing?
What’s going on?”
I demanded, trying to wriggle free from her iron grip.
“What was that thing outside?”
But she didn’t answer me; she just kept dragging me along behind her until we were standing in front of the basement door.
“Get downstairs and stay there until I come and get you!”
She ordered before shoving me down the stairs, so that I stumbled and fell the rest of the way to the bottom.
My father was sitting in his office, working on his computer, so he didn’t see any of this happen.
He would have been furious if he had known that my mother was treating me this way, but he didn’t see any of it so he wouldn’t know and I wasn’t going to tell him.
Instead, I just sat there on the stairs feeling completely confused and upset about everything that had just happened.
I couldn’t understand what was going on or why my mother was acting this way; she was usually pretty calm and level headed so I couldn’t imagine what could have upset her so much that she would lose control and start screaming at me like this.
And then there was the girl who I saw outside the house; she was so beautiful and strange that I couldn’t stop thinking about her and wondering who she was and what she was doing here.
But my mother didn’t seem to know anything about her when I asked her about it, and neither did my father when I asked him later on.
They both just looked at me like I was crazy and told me to stop making things up before sending me back to my room to get ready for school.
But I wasn’t making things up; I really did see a girl outside the house and she really was walking towards me like she knew me or something.
And now I was stuck down here in the basement with no way to find out who she was or what she wanted from me.
I sat there for a while longer feeling sorry for myself until I heard the basement door open and close at the top of the stairs.
I turned around to see who it was and found that I wasn’t alone anymore; there was a girl sitting on the bottom step with me who looked almost exactly like the one who I saw outside before.
She was tall and thin with long blonde hair and bright blue eyes that sparkled in the dim light of the hallway.
She looked at me expectantly as if she was waiting for me to say something to her, but I didn’t know what to say because I wasn’t sure if this was really happening or if I was just imagining things now.
I must have hit my head or something when I fell down the stairs earlier because none of this made any sense.
“Hello,” She said again as she held out her hand for me to shake.
My name is Emily Johnson, and you are John Smith.”
“H-How do you know my name?”
I stammered as I took her hand and shook it, feeling a little bit dazed by everything that had happened so far this morning.
“Because God told me,” She replied calmly, as if this was the most normal thing in the world, “He told us all that we would be meeting you here today.”
“What are you talking about?”
I asked her, not sure if she was serious or not this time, “Who is ‘us’?”
“You will see soon enough,” She said vaguely as she stood up and held out her hand for me to take so that she could help me to my feet again, “But we don’t have much time to explain things right now so you will have to come with me and meet everyone else first and then we can talk more later.”
“Meet everyone else?”
I repeated incredulously as she pulled me up off the stairs and led me up to the basement door, “What are you talking about?
Who are these people that you want me to meet?”
“I will explain it all to you later, I promise,” She replied as she led me down the hallway and into the living room where my parents were sitting on the couch looking worried, “But right now, we have to go.”
“Go where?”
My mother demanded, looking very upset about something.
“I don’t understand what is happening here or why you are doing this to us.”
“I told him that I would explain everything to him later,” Emily reminded her firmly, “Right now, we just need to go and meet everyone else first.”
“But…”
My mother started to protest again but then stopped when she saw Emily’s expression.
She looked at her for a long moment before nodding slowly and getting to her feet.
“Alright, I won’t argue with you anymore,” She said firmly as she walked over to us and took my hand, “But you have to promise me that you will come back soon so that I can talk to you about this some more.”
“I promise,” Emily replied as she smiled at her reassuringly before turning around and escorting me out of the house.
We walked down the driveway together hand in hand until we reached the street where I saw that everything was still a complete mess.
The sky was still swirling with colors and there was still debris falling from all of the buildings around us.
People were still running around wildly trying to escape the destruction, but they didn’t seem to notice us at all as we made our way through the chaos together.
It was almost like we were invisible or something because no one paid any attention to us as we passed by them on the sidewalk.
I looked around curiously as we walked along and saw that there were other people walking around outside who looked almost exactly like Emily did except for some minor differences.
One of them was a tall man with short brown hair who was standing on the corner talking to a group of firefighters who were busy putting out a fire that had broken out in one of the houses down the street.
Emily waved to him when she saw him standing there so that he would know that we were coming, and then we continued on our way down the street until we reached the end of the block where we found two more people waiting for us.
