Same Blood

Did you ever wake up one day and realise you were alive? You were breathing, living.  You’ve got friends, family, and enemies.  Just like 6 billion other people on this planet.

Everyone’s the same. You’re born, you live and you die.

And one of the scariest things about life is that you’re never going to know when it is going to stop; when you’re not going to be here anymore.

You’ll just be a memory. And eventually, everyone who has you as a memory is going to be a memory too. Some people will live on after they die. Memories get passed on and someone you have never met will have you as a memory.

You’ll be a new memory made from someone else’s memory.

And maybe, you will disappear all together. Then there will be people who will never know who you are. Never know you were born. Never know you died. Another scary thing about life.

The scariest thing that could ever happen is waking up and not knowing anything about your own life, let alone anybody else’s.

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The room’s walls were white. My bedroom walls were blue and grey.

This wasn’t my room.

The small window in this room let in a lot of sunlight which made the walls even brighter and whiter than they already were.

 I sat upright and looked around the room. There was a desk underneath the window and a chair underneath the desk. I was underneath a white sheet in a bed. The walls were bare except for the window and a grey door on opposite ends of the room and a clock.

It was nine twenty five.

From the amount light coming from the window I guessed it was in the morning. I got out of bed and realised I wasn’t wearing any socks as I could feel the coldness from the floor moving from the soles of my feet and up towards my ankles.

I looked through the window to try and get a clearer idea as to where I was exactly. All I saw was blinding sun which made it hard to see the trees covering what was left of my vision.

I moved away from the window and into the room, black dots forming in the corners of my eyes. I began to feel dizzy so I sat down in the gap between the bed and the desk.

“In five minutes your doors will become unlocked and

you will be escorted to the dinner hall.”

I didn’t recognise the voice. I didn’t even know where it was coming from. There was no one in my room except for myself. There wasn’t any room for anybody else. All I had was a single bed, a desk, a chair and a clock. It read five fifty. At least I still ate at 6 like I did at home.

Home.

This was not home. I felt a bubble of panic pop in my throat as I tried to remember where I was. I was lost in my thoughts I didn’t hear the door to my room open and I didn’t see a short man hobble into my room. Of course he was short. I was nearly 6 foot 3.

“Stephen, follow me.”

The man waggled his fingers in an attempt to make me follow him. I debated whether I should follow him. My stomach soon made the decision for me.

I followed the man out of my room.

We then followed the yellow line which I assumed took us to the dinner hall.

For a building which seemed as big as it was there were very little people around. Maybe they’re already in the dinner hall, I thought.

I secretly hoped the line I was following took me home. Like the yellow brick road.