Part 43 - Wake Up Call
Mathew stared up at his father, willing him to answer. Who am I?
Marcus looked back at him, eyes shining a bright red, mouth curving into a warm smile.
Did Mathew’s eyes look like that?
Mathew noted that the fishing rod had disappeared from his father’s hand, and the ground… the ground was gone, dissolved into a green void.
Mathew spun in a circle, looking for something to hold onto, but everything was such a bright, sweet-smelling green. He blinked. Where was Marcus?
“Forgive me,” came a distant voice. Mathew swam through the green fog. “Dad,” he said, confused. “Dad!?”
Mathew clawed at the fog, and it thinned.
Louder, he heard again, “Forgive me.”
Eyes snapped open.
Mathew was on his back, his body aching, his eyes burning. Groaning, he pushed himself up, head thumping.
He was moving, he realized. The backseat of a car.
“What--!”
It was a familiar voice, but Mathew couldn’t place it just yet. He looked to the driver’s seat, but his eyes caught on what was outside.
The car was barreling down a dark road, headlights off, but the sky shone emerald, illuminated what was ahead: water.
Mathew thought he heard mermaids calling, but really it was the sound of the car being swallowed by water.
The water surged in the open windows, because the glass was gone. Aquamarine water surrounded Mathew, lifting him.
Dr. Madison let out a bubbly yell from the front seat, but Mathew felt strangely calm.
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