So here I am five years later staring at Thomas's lifeless body. I notice that I'm crying silently now, the heartache just about unbearable. He shouldn't have died and I should have been there with him. Instead I was stuck in school while Thomas was shot at college. Thomas wasn't the only one who died in the shooting, being only one out of fifty deaths, but he was the one that mattered to me. His mommy kept saying that she'd give anything to have him back. She pleaded with God to let her son return.
Thomas's mommy had told me that she had had a dream in which he came back but not as himself. In her dream Thomas was an eight year old girl. This gave me an idea.
On the day Thomas died I was walking home with Katherine when we saw a medallion laying in the gutter. When I picked it up I saw that it looked like the medallion that had changed me though it only had a small crack in the middle. Me and Katherine had ran home to tell Mommy that we had found the medallion. Katherine knew my desire to change back and she supported it though she was sad about it. Mommy had kept my old boy clothes and I could use them to change back.
When we had gotten home however I noticed that Mommy was crying. I asked her why she was crying and she told me that Thomas had been killed. My eight year old mind had trouble grasping what Mommy meant. I had to dig into my old mind to figure out what she meant. It hurt when I realized that I wouldn't be seeing Thomas again. I thought that maybe the medallion could bring him back and I told Mommy this. I could change back into a fifteen year old boy and maybe
bring Thomas back. Mommy explained that the medallions usually disappeared soon after they were used and that I would have to make a choice. I could either use it to change myself or try to bring Thomas back with it. I decided to try to bring Thomas back with it.
Originally I was going to bring Thomas back with a pair of underwear he wore just a couple days before he died. After I heard his mommy's dream I changed my mind. Why bring him back as he was? Our friendship was strained as we couldn't really relate to each other as much anymore. Now we had the opportunity to be close friends again. I just needed to be left alone with his body long enough to use the medallion. Fortunately this was just the viewing. The funeral and burial would be tomorrow if this didn't work.
Finally I was left alone with Thomas's body. I took a quick look around and then pulled out the medallion from my purse. I had a little trouble placing it around his neck but I was able to do it. I looked around again to make sure that I was still alone and then pulled out a pair of pink panties.
The panties I had brought with me were brand new. I knew no one had worn them before so Thomas should change into an eight year old girl version of himself. I touched the panties to the medallion and hoped that it would work. Hoped that the medallion could bring Thomas back.