Here's a story I wrote a while ago. Enjoy!

The Normal Boy

Eric was a normal fifteen year old boy. He woke up at 7:00. He skipped his breakfast, changed his clothes and walked to school. He would have a normal day. Go to his classes, eat lunch, and fall asleep in math class. Everything he did was normal. He did his homework, read books and went to bed at 10:00 every night. Nothing bad had ever happened to him. None of his cousins, grandparents or friends had ever died while he was alive. He never went to any amusement parks, no movies, not a thing that was entertaining. His mother worked as a flight attendant and would not get home until 11:00. His father was a doctor and would not get home until even later at night. He had an older brother who had moved out and an older sister who was a senior in high school. None of them particularly liked or disliked him. He had a normal life.

He was happy with his life. He never complained. Even if he wanted to he was always alone. He walked across his room. The book he always read was on the shelf he always put it on. It was very consistent, that is what he liked. He never really took a liking to people. They were not consistent. You could never tell what they were going to do. They were not like his book. As he began to read, he always read aloud, he stuttered at the word "to". He had never done that before. He did not "stutter". He continued to read flawlessly for the rest of the day. As he walked out of his room and down the stairs he pondered on the thought of him making a mistake. It was not normal, but he was a normal boy. The fridge was opened. That was not normal. Perhaps his sister was trying to confuse him. He never did like her. As he closed the fridge he noticed that there were only two shelves. He had thought there were three. No, he knew there were three. He would not disturb his sister in the living room. It would bother him more to talk to her. She was watching the television. He didn't like the television either. He much preferred his books.

He walked to the table. Everything was normal here. Six chairs surrounded the table. He sat down at the one to the right of the table. He always sat there, it was his seat. He ate the food his mother left for him. Today it was hamburger with lettuce and ketchup, nothing else. As he ate he couldn't believe his eyes, the chair to his left was gone. Now he was very confused. He had just seen it a second ago. Now he was afraid. He left the hamburger on the table and ran upstairs to his room. As he lay in his bed at 8:30, he panicked at the thought that he was losing his mind. He couldn't be losing his mind because that was not normal, but he was a normal boy.

The next day he woke up at 7:30. He had never been late before. He ran to his closet to change his clothes. Today was Tuesday. He always wore the shirt with red vertical stripes that day. It was not there. In its place was an all black shirt with no collar and long sleeves. He did not have time to think. He ran to school in hopes of not being late. He walked into his Latin class at 8:58. While he walked in he got many stares. Some girl was in his seat.

The teacher asked "How can I help you?" Of course he would tell him that this girl was in his seat, but before he could say anything the teacher repeated "How can I help you?" Then he got up to his desk and started writing something down. Perhaps he was taking attendance. There must be something wrong with this. He rushed out of the room, then the bell rang and people started walking out of classrooms. Class had just started. Why were they leaving? He ran into the rest room and looked in the mirror. His face looked back. What was happening to him? Was he going mad?
Suddenly his face transformed. It grew older, more pale and emotionless. He quickly felt his face. It had not changed. The continued to stare at him, then everything faded. Everything was black, as black as his shirt. The face was still there, then he found himself sitting down, hands restrained to the chair. It was cold. He appeared in a dark room. Light showed from a small window in the top of the wall. It was very clean with carpet on the floor. He saw a trail of blood leading to a dead man in a white lab coat and glasses.

The pale faced man stood in front of him, you could see his full body now. He wore a brown or red sweater (you couldn't tell in the darkness) with black pants.

"Who are you?" Eric asked.

"I am your way out of here." He replied. "Your name is Daniel Holm and you have been living a dream. See that table to your right, on it are needles that contain a serum that when injected into the brain causes you to live in a different world in your mind. They have been giving you daily doses as an experiment. I contaminated your injection for today so you would wake up and escape. Your days as a guinea pig are over."

He grabbed a key out of his pocket and unlocked both of the locks restraining the boy's hands. "Use this if you have to." The man held out a loaded gun. Eric, or should I say Daniel grabbed the gun slowly and stood up. "There will be guards everywhere." The man explained. He started to walk towards the door. "We will have to take the left..." Blood leaked out of the back of his head. "Why..." the man sighed with his last breath as he fell to the ground.

Daniel, no Eric replied, "It is not constant." He took one of the needles and injected it into his head then blacked out. He woke up in his room sitting on his bead. Was he back in his life? He walked across the room. The book he always read was on the shelf he always put it on. He read flawlessly. He walked out of his room and started down the stairs. His sister stared at him from the bottom of the stairs.

She said, "How are you...Daniel?"