Subject A.S.H

Epilogue

Two and a half months later:

My senses of hearing dropped on to me like a bomb, but it seemed as though that was the only sense I had now. It was the first sense that came. I heard the soft chirping of birds, which was deafened by the tumultuous quarrelling of two voices that I knew much too well. However, I could also hear small, distant sounds such as leaves crunching by the wind, and the sizzling sound of something that was being cooked.

It didn't take long for my next sense to appear, which was touch. The quilt of the big, comfortable bed I lay on, made me warm even though I felt warmth from the sunlight that came from, what I guessed was an open window. It seemed as though the wind from the window, wanted to be noticed as it kept blowing on to my face, but it felt nice, like a cool summer breeze, that made my eyelids flutter.

After that, my smell came, and the scent of freshly made pancakes lingered in the air, and that was enough to make my mouth water. The sweet smell of maple syrup and melted Nutella, made me feel as if I was floating on cloud nine. Then there was also the smell of roast chicken which was being made, which was probably where I heard the sizzling sound from. Along with those delicious smells, came the scent of a subtle chanel perfume, mixed with Hugo Boss and Lynx perfume.

Was I in Heaven? Finally, my eyes opened fully, regardless of the bright sunlight that came from the open balcony doors that were besides the King-sized turquoise and black coloured bed I was previously sleeping on. The bedroom that I was in didn't look familiar at all, not the turquoise and white walls, or the fluffy carpet and cupboards. 

As I tried to retrace my memories to find out how I even came into this room in the first place, different memories came back instead. Nightmarish memories; I saw myself killing someone by shooting them in the chest, and I saw myself killing Mum when I shot her four times. There was no sound for the memories, but there were people that tried to kill me, three people, one of which I shot and the others, someone else- Ash, it was Ash. I recognised him, but where was he now?

I scrunched my nose in confusion, and carried on retracing my memories; there was fire, in a building - the labs - and I saw myself talking to two people in my apartment - they were the ones whose voices I heard quarrelling from the opened balcony doors. After that, the memories came piling on top of each other all at once, and I recalled everything that took place. The name of Margaret sounded bitter against my tongue, which urged me not to repeat it. I shivered when I remembered the three wounds that I had: the slash on my back, the slash on my arm...and the bullet wound.

I moved the covers slightly off the bed to check the injury on my arm, because I couldn't feel any kind of pain from any wounds. There was nothing on my arm; my skin looked smooth and healthy without any traces of scars either. In shock, I sat up straight, but even then, I couldn't feel any kind of burning pain. I noticed that I was wearing clothes, pyjamas, that weren't mine, which was a cute Mickey Mouse t-shirt, with some loose cream coloured pyjama bottoms. 

I lifted the t-shirt to check the bullet wound on my abdomen, but like the slash on my arm, there was nothing there. To check by spine as well, I moved my hand to touch my back and it was smooth. To say that was peculiar was an understatement. How could wariness like that just disappear? I must've been asleep for a long time, but even then, there should've at least been some kind of nasty scar, not that I particularly wanted one, yet there should've been a scar. Just something.

I stumbled towards the open balcony doors, using the wall as a leaning support, seeing as I hadn't used my legs in a while, and gasped at the view. The sky was a clean sheet of blue, well mostly because there were a few white clouds that floated around. Below the area of the balcony, was a large pool of clear blue water with a few deck chairs, and garden tables and chairs, and a mini barbecue. Straight ahead, was a vast amount of greenery as far as the eye could see, which the sunlight brightened and made more beautiful.