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I don't remember dying.
My brain must have blocked out the last few hours of my execution, since it was so traumatic. Why was it so long...? Why were so many hours spent in pain...?
I don't remember waking up, either. I just sort of... appeared here, my senses blurred and numb. It's weirdly nice. No pain, no trauma, no suffocation. Just numbness.
"Kaede Akamatsu?" Something pierces through the veil, a voice. I don't remember how to talk.
"She's unresponsive still, Doctor." Another voice. Sight graces my eyes. My eyelids must have opened. There's a gasp. Two blurry figures hover in my line of sight, but I'm unable to distinguish any features.
"Decrease morphine levels by 30%, in 5% increments over the course of 4 hours. Be back then." The figure disappears from my view.
Time passes, and my vision slowly starts to focus. Pain registers on my neck. It's dull, but it makes me wish for the numbness again. I want to beg who I can now see is a nurse to increase whatever the doctor had said- morphine? Yes, morphine, but when I move my lips nothing comes out.
"Oh, please don't try to talk." He says, patting down the sheets anxiously.
"You suffered from vocal cord damage. If you're able to move your hands I can give you some paper and a pen?" I try to move my hands- they're twitchy and almost uncontrollable, but I can.
The nurse moves my bed into a sitting position and hands me the pen and pad of paper, explaining what he's doing as he's doing it. The dull pain in my back sharpens once I'm sitting up. I quickly scribble in messy, jagged handwriting- "More morphine."
"I can't, Doctor Takahashi's orders." White hot rage consumes me. I need it. I need it. My hands are around his throat. He's choking and sputtering. My arms feel heavy and tied down, but I just focus on squeezing as hard as I can. He hits a button, and I feel the numbness return to my body.
My vision goes dark again.
I fade back into consciousness, but this time I feel cold metal on my wrists.
"Hello Akamatsu-San, are you feeling alright?" It's Dr.Takahashi, if I remember correctly. I stare at her with wide eyes, scowling as hard as I can. The numbness is decreasing, I can feel it.
"I'll take off your restraints, but I will let you know if you attack me I won't give you more morphine." Damn. There goes my plan.
"Okay?" I nod. It hurts.
She undoes the constraints and hands me the paper and pen. I scribble something down- "Where am I?"
"You're in the University of Tokyo Hospital." Back in Japan?
"Shouldn't I be dead? I died." Dr.Takahashi smiles nervously.
"It's a long story. Are you sure you're feeling alright?" I nod.
She explains to me what happened.
The killing game I had been forced to participate in with my classmates wasn't real- it was a test conducted by The Steering Committee of Hope's Peak Academy. The death, the killing, it was all fake. My classmates and I had voluntarily chosen to be apart of the simulation after being guaranteed one thing.
After the simulation, we would be accepted into Hope's Peak Academy.
Confusion clouds my brain in a hazy cloud. It was fake... I'm alive...
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falling upwards { kaemugi }
Fanfiction"I don't remember dying." When Kaede Akamatsu woke up after being virtually plugged into the killing game, she is awakened to a harsh reality where she isn't sure what's real or not, fears the piano, and is addicted to painkillers. When she agreed t...
