Monday 1/21/08 Who: Mandy and Nathaniel Where: by the entrance, tba When: morning What: healing and talking
Nathaniel went to sleep early Sunday night, feeling tired from various things the past week, and knew that after a good night's sleep, he would feel much better. How wrong he was. He awoke the next morning and did not recognize the ceiling, nor the other side of the room when he arose from bed. When did he become so far away from the ground? Overnight growth spurt? This was odd. The fact that he was in a strange room disturbed him more and he looked around for anything familiar. Nothing. Nate ran his hand through his hair as a nervous habit he had and caught sight of himself in the mirror.
Something was very different. He stepped forward to look at himself better and his heart felt as though it nearly stopped. He was old! An adult, definitely not fourteen - this was impossible because he remembered his fourteenth birthday occuring not too long ago, celebrating with a couple of his friends... Adam gave him a new magnifying glass that his parents helped him pay for but he said it was from him anyway.... Nate's stomach churned. "Shit," he said, swearing although he knew it was wrong. Even his voice was deeper like a man's!
What had happened to him? What was he supposed to do now? Nate closed his eyes to calm himself and think. First he needed to find a phone to call his parents, but he also had to discover where he was. Maybe dressing was in order before all of that, and he hoped the closet on the side of the bed had clothing that fit him. Opening the dresser and picking out a dark blue shirt, trousers and underwear, it seemed to be his size. He changed quickly and then searched the room for a phone, only to find none. Strange. Something was on the desk that looked like it had the numberpad of a phone, although it was so small!
He would try anyway. Nate managed to dial the number of his parents house (and he was fortunate that they had not moved from the same residence in twenty years). "Wyatt residence," came a male voice and it took him a second to realize it was his father.
"Hello Dad, it's Nathaniel," he said. "Something very strange has happened. I look like an adult but I know I am fourteen, I'm in an odd place, and I have no idea how I got there. What is wrong with me? Where are you and Mom?" This was the start of him panicking.
Thankfully, he received a sensible answer from his father. "Something must not be right over there. You are actually thirty-four-years-old and attending a supernatural school..." said Mr. Wyatt. His answer was difficult to believe and Nate was not sure if he could. Then his father asked him if he was all right and he said that he was fine, but perhaps it was necessary for him to come home. Nate did not know how much money he had and thus needed to look around the room to find some. He felt bad borrowing from the strange older man, who he must have turned into or something - yes, this all had to be a dream - but he would buy a bus ticket.
There was a wallet in a pocket of the trousers that had a lot of money in it as well as a driver's license, confirming that he was Nathaniel Wyatt, an older man. Odd. This had to be him, right? Nate pocketed the wallet and walked out of the room, through some tunnels for some reason. He had no idea where he was going, but when he arrived at a main building that looked like it had quite a few classrooms,in it, he might be near the entrance. The entrance leading to the main road and the buses, that was.
The doors ahead of him seemed to be the right ones and he stepped through the entrance out into the sunshine. Walking outside was so normal that he never thought anything would be wrong, but this was. Immense pain overwhelmed him and gasped, looking at his hands. The skin on them seemed to be melting! A few seconds of this pain was horrible and he rushed inside, slamming the door behind him and fell to his knees on the floor groaning in pain. Why was his skin burning? It was so agonizing, he was almost about to pass out with the pain of it all. Please let the pain stop, was the only thought in his mind, repeating as a mantra.