Free Will of Man - Part Two by William Scanlan

WILL OF MAN
    Part Two
     
    By
    William Scanlan
     
     
    ALL RIGHTS RESERVED FOR WILLIAM SCANLAN
     
    This publication is property of William Scanlan. All rights reserved for William Scanlan. Copyright 2013.
     
         No part of this book shall be copied, reproduced, distributed, or transmitted without permission.
     
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
 
 
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    To purchase WILL OF MAN – PART THREE (click here)
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    To purchase WILL OF MAN - PART ONE (click here)
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Tyler’s Journal Entry: 162
    Date: April 21
    Day: Sunday
    Weather: Sunny and Warm
    Days since the LAST DAY: 9 months, 20 days
     
    I awoke six days ago to a different world. Everything has changed. The world has been in a total blackout now for over 9 months. I’ve been in a coma for over ten.
     
    It’s hard to describe how I’m feeling. Physically I’m very week and lethargic. I can hardly sit up without help and my vision is weak. My eyes hurt when I look into the light. They’ve been closed for over ten months and are not used to focusing. I have to squint at night and wear sunglasses during the day. Otherwise I get a pulsating headache.
     
    My stomach has shrunk so much that I have hardly any appetite. My voice is weak and it’s hard for me to form words. I stay in bed most of the time. Mom and Dad found a wheel chair during one of Dad’s searches and they’ve tried taking me for strolls down the road. But it’s too much for me right now.
     
    My family is happy to have me back. I’m still wondering if this is for reel. I sense they want the old Tyler back. But it’s hard right now. I’m having a hard time believing any of this. The world is so different now.
     
    Mom said Hailey moved away. She headed south to a warmer climate. I guess she has relatives in Tennessee that live on a farm. She left a note with my parents in hopes that I could read it when I wake up. I haven’t read it yet.
     
    Mom said she was very upset when she visited the house. She and her dad road their bikes the ten miles to our house; so she could say goodbye and leave the note.
     
    I miss her and wish I could have said goodbye. I wonder if I will ever see her again. I wonder if I ever do see her again, will she still care for me the same way. Will she be away from me so long that she forgets about us? Should I accept the possibility that I will never see her again?
     
    Tyler’s Journal Entry: 162
    Date: May 16
    Day: Sunday
    Weather: Rainy and cool
    Days since the LAST DAY: 10 months, 15 days
     
    I finally have enough strength to sit up and walk to the bathroom. I’m sure my family is happy I can finally use the bathroom on my own since they’ve had to clean my bedpan.
     
    Even Tanner had to take his turn doing the deed. He always had a disgusted look on his face that said everything he was thinking. I would grin and remind him to clean it extra good. He’d smirk and remind me that I owed him big time. I joke with him, but deep down I’m really impressed with how much he’s matured since the LAST DAY.
     
    He’s really stepped up and contributes to the work load around our house. He was so young acting before the LAST DAY and now he seems years older - even though it’s been less than a year.
     
    Everyone has physically changed. Everyone in my family is thinner and rougher looking. Mom doesn’t put on makeup anymore, and Dad shaves only twice a week (mostly for Mom I think). Tanner actually has put some muscle on and has lost some of his “softness.”
     
    The only one who looks the same is Molly our dog.
     
    We burn candles at night, but go to bed early and rise usually when the birds start chirping. Now I know how the saying “Early to bed, early to rise” came about. There’s no prime time television to keep us awake, and