The Day Death Went Away Chapter 3 Miracles

 As Mark looked out the window in the car he watched the trees blur by; he could see the reflection of himself. His skin colour was pasty. It was as if he never seen the light of day before.  Mark turned his head to face Ruby. Every now and then he would catch her staring at him out of her dark brown eyes. Then Ruby reached her hand out to turn on the radio. The radio host's voice came booming out. “A quick news update on what people are calling a miracle. I am standing with a man who had taken a direct shot to the head and is still breathing. Sir please tell our listeners how you’re still alive.”

“I don’t know. The doctors say I should be dead right now. No one has ever survived a direct gun shot to the head before.” the radio news men carried on speaking. Mark ears perked up when he heard the news. Mark was placing his hand on his heart where he was shot. Ruby turned to Mark and said “unbelievable there been cases like that guy popping up for the last 48 hours. People just surviving fatal accidents, I did not believe it tell I saw you. I mean look at you! You look like you could drop dead any moment but your alive and breathing, miracles appearing all over the place. Mark was thinking about what the woman was saying feeling his arm for a pules. Mark could still not feel any pulse and still could not hear any beating in his heart. “Say something kid.”

Mark found it annoying how Ruby was calling him kid, when truth be told she could not have been that much older than Mark 2 to 3 year older he thought. Then he remembered That man on the bridge that shot him, had called him kid too. Mark gave Ruby a glare. Ruby jokingly said. “Do zombies get hungry? You’re not thinking of eating my brains are you? The way you’re looking at me right now really suggests you are.” There was a hint of fear in that last bit Mark thought.  

“No! I am not a zombie!” 

“Woah their how old are you? 5.”

“No I’m 18.”

“You don’t say much do you? Well I am 21 for the record.”

 “I don’t like talking.” She stared at him she wanted to know more.

“Well I am afraid you better learn to like it because I just picked up a total stranger in a forest. I want to know how the hell you ended up in such a state. You own me for frightening me half to death.” Mark said nothing. He just carried on staring at Ruby and thinking about what she had said about miracles.  Ruby looks back at Mark. “We almost there now at great falls hospital."  

The Day Death went away Chapter 2 Dead?

Mark shot open his eyes only to find himself looking up at a clear blue sky. Mark sat up with easy, looking around him he found himself on the bank of the river that washed him away. Mark look down at himself he was still in the black coat and his shirt. Mark saw the hole were he had been shot and took off his shirt. Mark could not believe he was looking at the gunshot wound. It was still there but the pain had gone. There was no more blood coming out the wound. Just dry blood sticking to the hairs on his chest. He could not believe it. Looking around himself he saw hundreds of soaring tree reaching out as If they were touching the sky. Mark followed the river hoping it would lead him back to his town. He was completely lost not sure where he was or where he was going.

 As Mark walked along the river bank he noticed that he could not hear his heart beating. He placed his hand to his cheat to see if he was imagining it but there was no pule in his chest. He looked down at his hands they had turn from an olive white to a ghost white. Mark felt his wrist for a pulse. He was shocked to find there was no beat in his wrist. Mark was no doctor but he knew if a human had no pulse that would mean they are dead, yet mark was still standing. He placed his hand to his mouth he felt hot air pass out of his mouth and hit his hand.

“Help anyone if you’re out there i'm lost.” He yell around him his voice seem to bounce off the trees as he saw blue birds fly out the trees but no one answered his call. He could hear the worry in his voice, he had no idea where he was or how he could still be talking or alive for that matter. Mark carried on following the river back hopping he would stumble upon a person, or a house, or even a phone boxes. After two hours of wondering along the river bank Mark started to wonder if he really was dead. Was this what the afterlife was like?

It was not how he pictured it. There were no golden gates or fluffy clouds to sit on. No palaces in the sky with beautiful angels to greet him. No long lost family members waiting to meet him. There was just a bunch of humongous oak trees surrounding him and not a single person in sight. This made sense to Mark though. Why would there be anyone in his heaven, he had blocked the world off. It made sense that there was no one here to see him.  This must have been his idea of heaven block off by tail trees all around him and no people around to annoy him. Mark put his hands over his face; he could feel the tears rushing down his eyes. It was the first time had cried in a good while. The last time Mark shed tears was when he was younger. His sister came into his room and broke every one of his pressures video games. Looking at it now he realised  how silly a reason to be upset.

Mark yelled out “Please I don’t want this to be my heaven. I don’t want to be alone no more. Please give me a second chance.I will be better this time.”Just then Mark heard a familiar sound coming from a clearing out of trees, he followed after it. He was Running, hoping it was what he though it was. His feet rushed though the clearing of trees blowing a trail of fallen leafs in his path. He could still feel the slushing sound his black trainers were making as they still were not completely dried.

He arrived out the clearing of trees to see a road and a woman with dirt brown short hair talking away on her phone. She was inside a parked black sports car. Mark had not seen how worn for wear he was, so when the woman saw the boy appear out of the trees. Naturally her first reaction was to scream extremely loudly. So loud that it could be heard from outside of the car. Mark looked like someone who had risen from the dead. He had dirt all over his face. Cuts all along his arms, his shirt had tears and holes all over. And his jeans looked like something a homeless person would be wearing. Not to mention the dry blood all over his shirt.

Mark was waving his hands at the woman in the car as he approached her. His insane thought of being in heaven was put to rest by the sight of her, yet he still had no idea where he was. “Help me please!” He said with what strength he had left in his voice as he staggered over to the woman’s car. Luckily for Mark the woman got out of her car after the initial shock wore off. 

“Please you have to help me I need to get home to my parents. I have no idea where I am.”

The woman looked up and down at Mark before speaking. “Your one of them aren't you!?”Mark looked at the woman in confusion. “One of them?” Mark repeated back to the woman slowly. 
“I cannot believe its real it been all over the news for the last 48 hours. I thought it was some hocks. But here I am looking right at one. What did it-”Mark cut her off before she could finish and spoke over her.

“I really would like to get home to my parents. Take me back home!” He said in an impolite manner. When it came to interacting with strangers or anyone for that matter Mark was lacking. The woman thought nothing of it though “I think it would be better if we get you checked out at the hospital. Then you can go back home. What your name by the way?”

“Mark. What’s yours?”

“Ruby” she said as she let her lips part to reveal a cheesy grain.

“Well Mark hop in my car and I'll take you to the hospital to get you patched up.”

Mark just wanted to go home after all he thought it was a miracle he was alive. But the woman was offering him a lift. He had no idea how long a walk it would be to get home anyways. He jump into the car and they were off.

The day Death went away Chapter 1 Mark

Mark Fallen could not believe what he was seeing, the gun was pointed directly at him. Mark knew he had about fifteen maybe twenty seconds left to live. In that time Mark thought about how maybe he deserved this. After all he not had done much with his life up to this point. He was unemployed, he had been for some time now. He'd cut off communication with his family; he liked his own space. He liked not having to talk to other people, they just irritated him. He always hated how people would try to make conversation with him. It would always be awkward the pathetic small talk. They would say such things as. 

“How are you today Mark.”

“Great weather today don’t you think."

“What you been up to lately Mark.”

Mark would reply but he always tried to make it as short as possible. Just so he could get away from this sad attempt to try and communicate with him. Even his family would try asking the same things. Mark did not really pay them any mind. He said the odd thing here and there to them but mostly he like to spend time in his room. Mark liked it this way His room was his sanctuary away from the world. He would sit in his room playing computer games and writing story’s. He loved writing stories. All the control he had with his words he created a world that he could escape to. One much more interesting than his life. He could be an action hero, a bounty hunter in space, or even a ladies’man.This was all at the command of his hand.  

However now as Mark stood on the bridge he was none of those things. He was a scared 18 year old starring into the barrel of a gun. He wondered about the time his mother offered to sign him up for karate lessons, if he had just taken them lessons maybe he could have defended himself or disarmed the gun from this man’s shaking hands.  He could not see the man’s face, he had one of them ski marks on his face. It was not black though it was blinding cheery yellow colour. Which Mark found ironic concerning the situation he was in. 

“I can’t let you live, you have seen too much, I can’t have any loose ends, you will run and tell the police about me.” 

Mark was shaking no words were coming out of his mouth. How much longer would it be before this guy pulls the trigger? He knew Mark had seen him shot another man in cold blood then drop the body over the bridge. Mark wondered if had just walked the same way as everyone else instead of taken shortcuts would he be in this predicament.  

“Any last words mate?” He found it funny that the last words he would hear were these. No one ever bothered to call him a mate or a friend but then again he did not ever want any friends. Friends just annoyed him. Mark stood there as the rain started to fall onto his black coat. looking into the man’s eyes though two holes the man had curdle cut out the ski mask. The man’s left eye was twitching a lot.

“Well are you bloody gunna say something or not!” Mark did not speak as he heard the man pull back the safety on the gun still pointing it at his chest. His whole body was shaking he was truly scared. He wished right now more than anything that he was in one of his stories. But he knew this was not the case. For the first time in his life he had regrets he wanted to change. He knew he was never going to experience life. He wondered what it would be like to have friends, to fall in love with someone, to get to know his family more. None of it seemed to matter to Mark up till now but now they were the most important thoughts in his head. 

“I am sorry kid times up.”
The man pressed his finger on the trigger the bullet short out quicker than his eyes could see it. Mark felt a sharp stab in his chest. He heard a pop inside him the built had collided with his heart. His legs gave way as he fell on to the concrete. A pool of blood was forming all around him as it seep’s out of his chest. He could feel the blood running down his chest from within his shirt onto the bridge. Mark knew there was no chance of calling for help or even seeing this event as no one walks this way. It was rare to see more than five people walk across this bridge a week.

Marks head was tilted to the side he got a good look at the man’s shoes. They too were also a bright colour they did not match the circumstances at all. They were bright neon green shoes glowing in the rain. If this man did not want to be seen he was doing a poor job of it.

“Sorry kid it’s nothing personal you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.” Mark could feel his body shutting down the world around him was fading his eyes were getting heavier. All the sounds around him were distant. As if he was hearing everything from across a room. The sound of a running river below the bridge was the last sound he could hear as he felt his body hit the water. The man had flung his body over the bridge just like he had done with the other body. Marks life was as good as over now he could still feel the current pulling him down the river. He shut his eyes hoping he would black out before he drowned. Would it do any good to call for help with what little energy he had left? He knew there was a hole in his heart. The blood was being mixed with the water. He could see the trail of blood following around him in the water. Mark felt the back of his head bash against a rock he was knocked unconscious, he submerge under the rushing river.