Fan Fiction ❯ One ❯ Perfect Confetti ( Chapter 1 )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
I wake up. Not where I fell asleep not in my bed, not in my house, no place that my mom could easily reach me from down the hall. I wake up in a hospital. The windows darkened from lack of sunlight greet me with my own reflection. The light is bright in this white room. It shines on me so that I can easily see my self with my shocked expression sitting in a hospital bed in the impossibly black window. I turn forward and look down the hall. This hall could go on for miles for all I know. The only light to aid my vision is the one hung over my own head. The hall pitch black like the window.
I look to my hospital garments and then to my wristband. If I could read the wristband then it would say; Tawlber, Chris - Age: 13 - Patient #: whatever, but I can't. The words translate to me as meaningless scribbles, a new language, an impossible to read sentence.
I'd sit in this foreign bed for endless moments and countless hours if I thought it would do me any good, but can't sit. Something is wrong - terribly wrong. Some dark unknown essence seems to be calling me out into the black hallway out from my lightened white sanctuary. So, I make my move unknowingly. I flip the sheets from on top of me and step softly and slowly on to the cold, white… tiled floor… to venture out through the unknown blackness hall of a foreign hospital. `What am I doing?!' is screaming in my mind but its not enough to convince me to ignore the invitation of an unknown… thing. I slide off the bed.
I'm shivering. The hospital is suddenly cold. I'm cold, scared, alone and half-naked in a silent state of the art but some how abandoned hospital. The silence that I over look in my confusion hits me with a whole new wave of terror. The cold leaves but the shivering remains.
I take a deep breath and with in a few steps I'm at the doorway facing yet another tough decision. Left, right or straight? I wonder how it's possible for me to go left if there was a window in my room on the right wall (my right). I look again and I'm missing my forth option. I convince my cell-phone… I convince myself (one) there was no hallway to my right and focus on the over whelming fear growing inside of me.
I step in to the hall and simultaneously the light in the room turns off behind me and a light turns on above me. This repeats for a couple of lights before I decide to run as fast as I can. Lights turn off and on above my head. My shivering has been replaced with a cold sweat. Black turns to white as I jet down the halls of the hospital. The sounds of my footsteps and my beating heart are synchronized and they're the only sounds heard echoing down the empty black halls. I turn left (my left) and throw myself in to another hospital room and the lights continue down the hall without me. I watch from the doorway as the light goes further down the hall then stop go back a few lights and check different rooms left (my left) and right (my right). I hide under the bed and even with all the white in the room its still pitch black.
Then it hit me. Not exactly hit more like grabbed me. Some sort of black tentacle grabs my ankle. I turn my head to look to it. It's amazed me that even thought the room seems to be as black as possible the tentacle looked darker in comparison. The fear climbed up the inside of my stomach coming up my throat reaching my vocal chords, but before it could explode in to a mono tuned melodic expression of horror a whole new terror probe my mind to cease all movement. Beyond the tentacle on the wall was a bright, (or at least bright compared to everything else) wide smile hanging under two red eyes.
I stared at those eyes for a good two years of my life (not really, but that should be obvious) until I noticed the smile turned upside down. The light shined down on me from above (my above) and it was blinding (or at least compared to everything else). This nose-less, black face shrieked in pain before it let go of me and flew out of the room like a cannonball with a cape. As the face left it smashed every light it came across and for a couple minutes it rained broken glass (the perfect confetti to end the night). That's about the time I past out (my out).
