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Hand Held Cousin Chapter 1

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My heart was racing. I knew what would have to happen…I knew what I had to do…but I wasn't sure what to say. How do I approach her with this? How can I just…drop this bombshell on her like this? It's not something easily done…in fact, any other person in the world had to do this at some point in their life, then I want to meet them. What do I do? How do I do it? What can I say?
The giant room was dark. Everything in the room was enormous…gigantic in size. I could see the giant bed and hear the soft breathing come from it. The bed was clearly 20 times my own height…and the size of two football fields in comparison to me. The whole room could fit the state capital, in my opinion. For the first time in my entire life…I felt so small…so weak…I was scared. That didn't stop what needed to be done though.
I stepped over to the enormous bedpost and grabbed it with my tiny hands. I clutched the wood and began climbing. I had gone rock climbing before…I had climbed countless trees…this was NOTHING to me…but waited me at the top was something I wasn't sure I could handle. As I climbed up, I could see the mattress, and the giant form sleeping soundly beneath the sheets. I knew who it was…but I wasn't sure what she would say when she saw me. I jumped from the post and landed on the mattress. I had never walked on the moon before, but I'm pretty sure it felt the same way that I felt right now.
"Psst! Carol!" I whispered. There was no answer. I must be too far away. I began to make my way across the mattress until I found myself climbing up a steep slope…the slope moved! I nearly jumped off, when I realized that the slope was just a giant leg under the sheets. I breathed out with relief and climbed to the front of the bed.
"Carol! Wake up!" I hissed. This time, there was movment. "Please, Carol!" I begged.
"Jennifer, leave me alone!" Carol groaned angrily. I looked up toward the bed on the other side of the room, there was another figure in that bed, which I knew to be the Jennifer Carol was speaking about. However, she hadn't stirred either.
"Carol…it's not Jennifer."
"Yes it is…stop bothering me." She growled. A giant hand came up and tried to smack me off of her shoulder. I jumped it and landed on the pillow next to her…I was losing my temper fast.
"Damn it, cousin! Would you wake up!" I hissed furiously. This time there was a response. Carol opened her eyes and glanced around the room. She leaned up sleepily and stared, trying to find my voice.
"Cousin?" She asked, "Who's there?" She demanded. This was the part that I had been dreading…the part that I knew had to come, but would never be ready for.
"I'm…I'm on your pillow." Carol looked down and our eyes locked. At first she stared at me as if she didn't know what she was looking at. She blinked her eyes a few times and shook her head, trying to clear them…that much I kind of expected. She leaned closer and stared at me, squinting her eyes a little.
"…what are…" she asked curiously. She then took a good look at me and her eyes popped open. She put her hand to her mouth in surprise and shook her head, unable to believe it. "Michael?! Is that…you?!" I lowered my head sadly.
"Hi, Carol." I moaned. Carol put both hands to her mouth in shock…I couldn't tell if it was to keep from screaming or to keep from laughing…but I knew that this was quite a bit to take in. My brown hair was messy and wild and my green eyes were all the same as ever. My body was a little leaner and a little more defined. However, there were three crucial elements about me that probably disturbed her…the three elements that had changed me completely. For one thing, I had shrunk from an outstanding 6 foot 3 inches tall…down to possibly 4 or 5 inches. Out of my shoulder blades sprouted a pair of long dragonfly wings and my ears were pointy at the end…I was no longer the tall and powerful person I had been…I had been reduced down to nothing more than a…a…
"You're a fairy!" Carol cried out.
"SSSSHHHH!" I hushed her. I quickly glanced in Jennifers direction, hoping that she didn't hear anything. Carol, taking my meaning, quieted her voice.
"Michael, how did…when did you…"
"I don't know!" I cried. I looked down at myself in disgust. "I was asleep…I felt really weird…like I was burning all over. I got up from bed….and…"
"And?!" Cheryl demanded.
"I…I went to the bathroom to get a drink of water, but when I rolled over in bed…I started falling! I was shrinking…I was shrinking fast! I got scared. I ran down the hallway, thinking that I was getting younger…you know, like Benjamin Button?"
"Then what?"
"I DON'T KNOW!" I shouted. "All I know is that I fell down the stairs and I blacked out. I woke up…and I was outside of my house…lying in front of my own front door like an outsider…and…I was like this." I fell to my knees without thinking about it. I remembered what had happened. All I knew was that my world was getting smaller and smaller by the second…there was this haze…this odd tingling sensation in my body…and then….this. It was all I knew. I didn't know what made me this way, or why I was this way.

"So you came here?" Carol asked. I nodded.
"Who else could I go to? I had to get away from the house."
"What about your parents?" Carol asked.
"They're off to visit friends at the beach. John is at camp…and Dixie was boarded up for a few months…but I'm willing to bet that reality, as well as myself, have changed. I don't think my parents have any memory of me."
"Why do you guess that?" Carol inquired. I shrugged.
"I don't know…I just guess that's how this sort of thing works." Carol put her hands to her head and gave a nervous laugh.
"Michael," she whispered earnestly, "this is so crazy. I mean…I can't believe it's you! Do you feel okay? Do you hurt?"
"No. I feel fine…other than, I don't know...being 4 INCHES TALL!" I spat. Suddenly Carol laughed. "What?!"
"Do you realize how this looks to me? Seeing you shouting at me at this?" She asked. "You…you look like a little doll shouting at me! It's so cute!"
"Stop it!" I shouted. She only started laughing more. I blushed a deep shade of red. "This isn't funny."
"Are you kidding me? This is hilarious! This is the funniest thing I've seen in my life! My little HAND HELD COUSIN!" She suddenly burst out into a long laugh that I was worried Jennifer might hear…but when Jennifer didn't stir, I began to laugh too. I don't know why I was laughing…I just couldn't resist it. I laughed and laughed harder. I felt tears streaming down my face as I laughed…it was so funny…so tragically funny.
But then, I felt the weight of my situation begin to sink in…the laughter started to fade…it began to change into a cry…I felt the tears come faster…harder…but they weren't tears of laughter anymore. I was crying. My stomach began to hurt…It hurt so much. I kneeled over and began to cry heavily into my hands.
Just then, I felt two giant hands reach down and scoop me up from the sheets. I looked up and Carol was holding me up closer to her face. There was genuine concern in her face, but I could barely see it through my tear filled eyes.
"I'm sorry…I shouldn't have laughed." She whispered.
"What's going to…*sniff*…happen to me now?" I choked out. "I have nowhere to go…I'm pathetic!"
"Don't say that!"
"LOOK AT ME!" I roared. "I can't protect anyone! All my years of growing, training, fighting, and learning….GONE! I'm just a pipsqueak! I'm….I'm…." I suddenly felt a strong tap on the back of my head. It felt like someone had given me a Gibbs slap on the back of the head! I spun around to see that Carol had smacked my head with her finger.
"Shut up." She said sternly. "You are NOT worthless. You are NOT just a pipsqueak. You are STILL my cousin. You are STILL my family, and I'm going to look after you."
"But…but I-"
"No buts!" She ordered. "Until we find out what to do with you, or how to make you normal again…I'll keep you here."
"Where?" I asked.
"I'll make room in my drawer for the time being. We're going to figure this out." Carol assured me. I felt my throat choke up…like I was going to cry even more. "You were always the strong one, Michael…and here you are acting like you've given up…where's that fighting spirit?" I couldn't help it. I broke down. I threw my head into my hands and began to weep even more. Is it wrong for a male to cry? I didn't think so normally…but what about a boy who was just stripped of his dignity and pride by being shrunken down to 4 inches tall? I suddenly felt her fingers wrap around me as if it were some strange hug.
"This is nothing we can't handle." Carol said hopefully. I looked up through puffy eyes and saw that she was smiling warmly…I felt like a fool…I had given up hope to readily. Here I was crying, and there she was giving me all the courage that I should have had from the start. I could practically feel her Gibbs slapping me again.
"I owe you Carol." I whispered. Carol shrugged.
"Let's worry about all that tomorrow." She said and then yawned heavily. "I need to sleep on this."
"Um…where do…I sleep?" I asked. Carol looked around the room.
"Hmm…I'll clean out my drawer tomorrow morning…for now…um…" she quickly wandered across the room with me still in her hand and pulled open a drawer. Inside the drawer were socks of every color. "You can have an SSB…a Sock Sleeping Bag." I groaned at the joke.
"This will take some getting used to, cousin." Carol giggled.
"It's temporary, Michael…keep that in mind." I nodded. She lowered her hand and allowed me to jump off and into the drawer, where a mess of socks waited.
"I'm going to shut the drawer so that no one looks inside and sees you…I'll open it when Jennifer leaves the room." I smiled and nodded.
"Thanks Carol."
"Goodnight…LITTLE cousin." She then closed the drawer before I could shout back at her. However, I felt a little better than I had before. My greatest fear was if Carol had thrown me out…or didn't quite believe what she saw. I probably should have been slower to judge…I lay down in the darkness and thought these things to myself…slipping into unconsciousness.
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Why would he think his cousin would remember him and his parents wouldn't? What possible reason could he have for thinking extended family was different from immediate family? If he thinks reality has changed to make his parents forget about his existence, then his cousin shouldn't remember him either, and if his cousin does remember him, he should expect that his parents would too.