A Nightmare to Start it All…
A great light flashed upon Lucas' eyes, rudely awakening him from his slumber. He felt as if someone was restraining him from getting to his feet, the brightly lit room was all white and seemed to be blinding in either direction he looked. The sounds of medical machines pierced his ears and Lucas soon realized that he was being restrained and that he was indeed in a hospital. He struggled and squirmed, but the more he squirmed, the more men in white surgical aprons seemed to appear to assist in restraining him. Lucas felt the sharp pain of needles and a scalpel that was cutting through his flesh like butter. He screamed and grew into a panic, flailing, fighting, and biting. He struggled, but none of his efforts afforded him release. The men in white looked down upon him, a few argued with each other with words that were inaudible. The pain Lucas was enduring was making him even more frantic and he began to undergo cardiac arrest as the surgical tools kept entering and cutting his body. The sounds of the medical equipment began to fade slowly as his sight blurred and went to black.
Lucas awoke breathless, scanning his surroundings for an idea of where he was. He found himself in his bedroom; the air was thin and brisk and gave him the chills from the sweaty due that had beaded on his face. The room was of medium size, big enough for an average teenager's needs. The closet to the right of the bed frame had a slider door that stood ajar and matched the black painted walls with its discolored maroon. The old nightstand next to the bed had one leg replaced with a deck of cards that has been making a deep impression into the carpet for nearly a year. Lucas flopped himself off his bed and checked the time by reading the alarm clock on his nightstand that was of no use except to aid Lucas in telling the time, the alarm never went off even when set so Lucas trained himself to wake at an appropriate hour. After the relief that what had happened was nothing but a nightmare, Lucas dragged himself from where he stood to the closet, where he at times had to struggle to pry the slider doors open.
In this case the doors opened freely, but the force Lucas applied made him nearly hit his head on the shelf next to him. He regained his footing and whipped back to where he once was and he faced the mirror that was nailed to the inner wall of the closet above his clothing drawers. He sighed in an irritated manner at the sight of his appearance. His silky black hair was soaked with sweat, making his bangs droop in an eerie fashion over his left eye. Lucas' face appeared to be pale from his recent night horror, making his hazel eyes stand out slightly more than average. He rubbed his eyes and grabbed a shirt from the top drawer of his clothing drawers and slipped it on. Lucas walked around the room aimlessly for a few moments, then grabbed his backpack and began stuffing it with school materials from his desk that he left out the other night after finishing an essay for English class. He then proceeded to grab the remaining clothing he needed for the day and slipped it on swiftly.
Lucas grabbed his keys and wallet and closed the bedroom door behind him. He jumped onto the stair arm and slid down to the floor; landing lightly on the faded, green, scraggly old carpet that smelt somewhat like a vacuum had exploded and dispersed its filth upon the entire area. Lucas went straight into the kitchen which had sick, pea green painted walls to match the carpet instead of the white granite tile beneath his feat. The kitchen was rather small, on the holidays Lucas always found it difficult to maneuver around his father while the cooked dinner at night, but one learns to live in conditions that are (to some) unbearable after a while. Lucas grabbed two eggs and a pack of apple wood bacon and proceeded to cook his breakfast.
It wasn't long before he found his dad bounding around the corner with his tie in one hand and work shoes in the other. Lucas' father, Brian Nelco, was rather whimsical in personality. This is usually how every morning started, Lucas gets up on time, while his near child-like father always came down the stairs flailing and appearing to have forgotten all about the horrible frizz his curly hair amassed during the night. Lucas rolled his eyes and threw the eggs and 4 strips of bacon upon a plate and slid it across the counter to his disorganized parent on the other end. Brian wolfed it down in a few, sloppy bites with his hands and glanced at his son with a glimmer of innocent appreciation as would a child having been given a small stuffed animal from a Mall Santa. Lucas ignored this gesture out of embarrassment and began to cook his own breakfast. Just as he cracked the second egg onto the pan his father rushed out the door in a hasty manner, "Have a good day at school son! Do your homework! And... Uh… See you tomorrow morning!" The door was then slammed shut, making a painting on the wall shift a few degrees off center.
Most would find this type of father-son relationship rather comical, but Lucas found his father's immaturity to be rather a thorn in his side. Ever since his mother died, it is like his father just lost all common sense. His mother was the brains of the operation and always knew what she was doing and what she had to do to get a job done, while his father… seemed just to be a volunteer sperm donor, at least in Lucas' eyes. "Lord Mother, what did you see in that dork", Lucas sighed with a smirk lining his soft face. He looked at the clock. It was 7 in the morning, high time to start heading to the school which was only a few blocks down the street from his house. Lucas threw his plate into the sink and slung his backpack over his shoulders and opened the door. The light outside had nearly blinded him, it was summer in Soubline and the days were even brighter than usual around here. Lucas flipped his long bangs out from his left eye and slipped on his black sunglasses as the bangs slipped back down over his face. He took a few steps out the door and locked it behind him and started toward his school day, which will be more eventful then he would have previously anticipated.