Secret Letter Thingy

I was hiking in the forest when it happened. I had come to a bend in the trail and something seemed to just hit me. When I woke I was in a room I didn’t recognize. I was laying on a metal bed, which was just big enough to fit me. Weird. Who has beds exactly 5’ 4” long? The room was simple, just dirty metal walls about fifteen feet long each. My bed was in the back right corner from where I was facing as I was asleep. I saw no doors, but I somehow got in here, didn’t I? The floor was weird. It was orange and slightly glowed. I was just about to step on it when a sudden pain stabbed at my right arm, just above the elbow. I turned towards the pain and though I saw a flying fish, but I couldn’t have. I must have been hallucinating, as I was feeling weird. I figured the pain must’ve been an injection given to me by the flying fish, but then I passed out.

When I woke I was in my bed at home. I had a really bad headache and my throat was really sore, but I was able to get up. I walked to the kitchen and got a drink, thinking it would help with my throat, it didn’t, so I decided to make something to eat. While I was doing so, I checked the clock. 5:57. My dad would be getting up soon to go to work. By the time my food was done, it was 5:59. I ate my food and had just finished at 6:03 when my dad came out. He asked me what I was doing, and I tried to say something, but I couldn’t speak. So I got a piece of paper and a pen and wrote I’m eating. he asked me why I was eating more than three hours before I usually wake up. I just wrote I don’t know why I woke up now. All I know is I’m dumb. he laughed at that and agreed, then asked why. I had run out of room on the paper so I wrote on the back I don’t know. I had a weird dream with a flying fish that gave me a shot. It must’ve been a dream, that was the only explanation. He just shook his head and left. I was still unnaturally hungry so I ate ravenously for the next two hour or so, and by then my throat was cleared up.

The next day I was walking home from school with my mom, when suddenly I passed out. When I woke up I was in a hospital, and for some reason unable to move.

“Am I tied down or something?” I asked.

My mom, who had been talking worriedly with a doctor looked at me and said my legs had spontaneously stopped working, and I couldn’t walk anymore. I obviously took that news badly. I was so shocked I opened and closed my mouth about twenty-two times before I finally said

“Well. That’s lame.”

I thought it was pretty good, but my mom just said I’m not Fred Weasley. I pointed out that it was actually George who lost his ear. She didn’t take that well. She made me pay for the wheelchair rental, which annoyed me even more, but I didn’t want to pay for anything else so I didn’t say anything.

After that, life went on as normal for a few months, if constantly being questioned about what happened and tested could be called normal. It was October 16 and I was in the middle of watching a very, very important tv show, when my mom told me to get in the car. I got in the car and we drove to the hospital, where I got some very surprising news.

“In your blood we found a material nit native to the human body. We think it was causing you to be dumb and lame,” a doctor explained to me.

“Thanks,” I said.

“You know what I mean. Anyway, we recently found a chunk of metal, which had pure samples of the same material. We now know how to extract out from your body,” the doctor said, “but it will be dangerous. The operation was never tested on a human.”

“I don’t care. Let’s do it,” I said.

A few days later, I went to the hospital. The doctors were all excited, and they even reserved the largest operating room for me. I felt nervous, like I’d been sentenced to death and was being brought to my execution. I decided I’d say some final words, just in case. I’d probably become famous if I die or live, though I’d prefer to live without being famous. I was brought to the operating room and placed on a weird table. I hadn’t ever seen one like it. One of the surgeons must’ve noticed me looking at it curiously because she said “It’s been made special just for this operation.”

I said my last words which are to be kept private because I lived. After that they gave me something which made me fall asleep pretty quickly, and when I woke up I felt groggy, as if I had overslept but had to take very advanced tests.

“You’re cured,” was the first thing I heard.

Since I was cured I decided to stand. And I succeeded. But the weirdness wasn’t over yet. It was only beginning.

“We have something to tell you.” A strange man in a blue suit was saying to me. “Something we think you’ve suspected all along. Your dream about a flying fish was not a dream. It was real. You were abducted by aliens. We can’t explain how they made your family forget you were on a hike, but they somehow did. We found trace amounts of your DNA at the crash site. We believe that intelligent life exists far away, and that they’ve found us. Who knows what they’re like? If they’re like us then we can’t blame them for experimenting with you. We would’ve done the same.”

That made me mad. They thought the alien who freaking abducted me and made me lame had acted as humans would. I got mad, and before I knew what I was doing, half the surgeons in the room were restraining me and the man had a bloody nose.

“Sorry. Don’t know what happened,” was all I could manage.

That was all about a month ago now. Now I’m perfectly normal, not famous at all. I requested that the hospital kept my identity secret, and they did. My mom even pulled me out of school to avoid arousing suspicion. I’ll go back next year though. Until then I’m basically homeschooled. It’s fun. I don’t have to get up at nine. I understand that for most schools, that’s late, but mine’s special. It encourages learning, not being told stuff while you’re basically sleepwalking. Anyway, my family and the hospital are the only ones besides myself who know I was abducted by aliens. I guess the government, too. They’re always spying on everyone. Not even you know who I am.

-Mysterious eighth grader who was abducted by aliens on October 2nd, 2017.