Just Another Guy.... I Think?

Hi. My name is Jill Michaelis. I'm just an average guy who's life got a bit turned upside down. Well, I guess a bit is and great understatement. I've lived in the 20th and 21st centuries during my life, and really never made it to the 22nd. I tried, believe me, but a series of accidents left me unable to walk and completely disabled my right arm. Its not all bad though. I'm just as capable as I used to be, if but in a wheel chair. But hey, I still get around at the same pace I used too. Anyway, you're going to be reading about me here! I'm really excited that I'll finally have people knowing my story.


My real story, that is. I've been alive for a long time, and haven't been in that wheel chair for ages, That's not an exaggeration either. I'm around three hundred years old thanks to this little crystal in my chest keeping my body's internal clock stopped. Don't worry, it doesn't hurt me. Well, I did almost turn into a crystal way back then. Crazy, huh? I guess I should let you all go now. Its been fun telling you a bit about me, and I really hope you enjoy this tale about my life. Sorry for holding you up.

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It started one night, the darkness coating the city lit by the bright lights of each light pole. No one on the streets, and the sound of tree's leaves shaking with each small breeze. The last small family owned stored was closing, and on the other side of the way a gas station's manager had just locked the door for the night. The pavement was soaked from the rain that had only ceased moments ago, the sky still clouded and ominous. The family store's owner, a boy no older than nineteen rolled out of the door, snapping off the light with a flick of the switch behind him.

He twisted in his wheelchair, locking the door and breathing a sigh of relief. His deep bark brown hair seemed black in the night, eyes matching his hair reflecting the light around him before the light posts wavered and went out. The boy sighed, but rolled himself down the ledge and slowly made his way across the street. The gas station's manager, always gave him a ride home. They only had began speaking after the boy's accident, but within such a time of being together they became friends.

"Hey, Tama." His cheerful voice called out, smiling to the woman in her twenties. Her face lit up as she took the handles off his wheelchair, driving him towards her car. She never spoke, as she couldn't speak. She herself, had a terrible birth defect. Born without a voice, she relied on her facial expressions to make it through the day as most did not know sign language.

"Meet anyone new today?" A shake to answer his question, and Jill became silent once again. The two never did speak too much, as for obvious reasons. However, Jill cast her a smile, turning his head back and taking her hand in his. It was a silent agreement. They were together forever. Perfect for eachother, even with their flaws.

Opening the door to her vehicle and helping Jill climb in, Tama almost skipped to the other side. Her pink haired was died from its natural blonde, and her eyes were a honey brownish yellow. A moderate bust and slight weight on her made her just about perfect to him. Folding up his wheel chair was swift, and tossing it into the backseat was easy. Tama flopped into the drivers seat and the drive home began.

The rain poured between the time she started the engine and actually drove onto the streets. Jill's sigh went unnoticed as he leaned into the window, watching all of the light pass and rain fall. It was just the end to another day. Not much more to it for him. What else was there to do? Tama's hand however, found his left one and Jill turned to see her small hand and then smiled. She's always there for me, and has never asked me for anything in return... His thoughts made him wander, thinking back to thirteen years before where he met her. The boy survived that event. He had moved with family to a new home, never wanting to step foot in New York again. His legs and right arm crushed and several organs having failed. A punctured lung, and this woman had saved him from the rubble.

The young lad never questioned her, her finger over her lips back then with a smile before he could remember nothing. Had it been so long? I can't believe I don't remember what happened... Tama I'm so sorry. As if hearing his thoughts, her head turned ti meet his, eyes locked with a bright smile on her face and squeezing his hang reassuringly. He returned the gesture with his own smile and a gentle squeeze back. However, his mind never had not thought back to that day. He had gone into a coma for a year after that, and when the family moved, he was transferred between hospitals.

"I wonder... where my parents were when I was in the hospital and when I..." Jill trailed off, wandering his mentality once more. His hand was squeezed tighter, as a sign of Tama being there for him. It was strange as he ignored it, lost in his own little world. Jill began to think heavily, trying to see why he couldn't even remember more than two years before the first time he had met Tama. He had suffered brain damage that went away, and he did remember that. His mind and mental scape flashed red and he cried out, opening his eyes and breathing heavily. It was then he noticed Tama's head on the wheel, bleeding heavily.

The windows where smashed, and his chest was bleeding from glass impaling him. They had crashed, and it knocked him out of his stupor. He quickly cried for help, the car's owner that hit them crawling out of his overturned vehical and pulling himself over. Jill couldn't move without help, and swiftly shook Tama's shoulder. The man fianlly stood and opened the door, pulling Jill out.

"No! Tamamo!"

"Quiet kid! I'm gettin' her!"

The man dropped him on the ground ten feet away and ran for the vehicle that caught aflame. Minutes passed and Jill heard slamming until Sirens were heard. The man was in a police uniform as he walked back to him, carrying Tama. He sighed, and laid her onto Jill, placing her head in his lap as medics ran over and a firetruck pulled up. The fires were swiftly put out, but the tanks had already exploded. Tama's head was bandaged and Jill told the medic's he was fine, but they took him and Tama to an ambulance.

"Tama... please be alright.."

"Hey kid, don't talk you're bleeding heavily and we're having to sew you up here on the go."

Jill's last sight was an oxygen mask being placed over his face.