The Trial

Chapter 3

The white light that invades my senses make me hiss. A sharp pain runs through my head and down my spine. Voices can be heard, but my eyes burn too much to see who it is. I cover my already squeezed shut eyes with my hands to block out more light as a headache begins a steady thump through my mind. There is movement that can be heard from around me, their movements sound quick and wobbly. Yet nothing that I want to happen is happening.

"Turn off the lights," for some reason a mood of hostility has set itself inside me, but when the light goes black my shoulders relax. I search through my memories for anything from yesterday and there are images nagging at me. It's there, but my mind barley skims the surface. More mumbling and movements can be heard-all I do is groan in frustration. The bad mood that has set inside of me only grows with the annoying movements surrounding me. With another thud thumping through my head I sit up abruptly and throw my hands down by my sides,

"Can you all just stop?" I scream out my frustration evident in my voice. With my chest heaving I finally open my eyes. The room is dark, but I can see two people. Both female nurses stare at me shocked and stuck in their place. The room around me looks to be a bedroom, but smells strongly of cleaner. The bed I'm laying on suddenly feels hard, but inviting. It's gleaming silver railings and stiff sheets are the same as a hospital bed. It clashes with the wooden dresser across the room that matches the wooden floors. The walls are painted a navy blue color that makes the room seem darker than it is.

The reason as to why I'm here has yet to enter my mind so my frustration only grows. I have classes today, very important classes too. A test that I need to ace is today, but I'm here. What brought me here? When a dizzying spell hits me I fall back down on the mattress with a groan. The air around me is cold and thick with the feeling of fear. I squint one of my eyes open to see the nurses shaking with wide eyes and pale skin. Why are they scared of me?

"What?" I ask them with a raised voice. They glance at each other then towards the door trying to decide on what to do, then back to me. Before either of them can answer me the door flies open with a bang against the wall behind it. With light streaming in from the hallway and the darkness of the room the silhouetted man's identity does not come to mind. With a quick tilt of his head both women scurry out of the room. After the heels of their shoes can't be heard anymore the man steps into the room and let's the door shut behind him filling the room with darkness once again. The silence feels deafening as he takes slow strides to pace the room before my bed. His eyes never leave me as the gears turn in his head. His obvious frustration with being confused shows in his body language and stiff movements. I cross my arms over my chest and sit up to lean against the headboard of my bed. A confidence I never knew I had sweeps over me and I know that I don't even have to stand to win a fight against him, even though he's twice my size. His posture screams strong. Finally he stops pacing and turns his full attention to me,

"What do you remember?" He asks me. His voice is deep and strange, but oddly familiar. It's authority screams at me to obey his command, but the lack of stiff body language speaks to me with gentleness.

"I remember that I have classes to attend, yet I'm here." I pause and tilt my head at him, "why is that?"

I hear a rumble of laughter come from his side of the room, "Do you think we are holding you hostage?" The slight change in his tone makes me feel him relaxing from feet away. His laughter tells me that he is amused, but his posture tells me that he is serious. I realize that he is unsure of how to treat the situation. Of course he never apposed to the idea of holding me hostage, but he never influenced it either. The way the nurses looked at me earlier and the way he is keeping his distance makes me realize that there is something wrong with me.

"What happened to me?" I ask him instead of answering his question. His smirk falls and a sober look takes over his face,

"Come with me," he nods to the door and without hesitation I throw the blanket off of me. There are scorch marks on my clothes and pink skin from the fire that attacked me. I remember Will not helping me and the handsome stranger with hazel eyes. I look up at the man before me again and he looks at me with sympathy, he must have been there. His voice plays over again in my head and i slightly remember that same voice yelling out the dessert that had turned into a monster, "The Baked Alaska," he is the man with hazel eyes that let me burn. They all let me burn, yet those nurses fear me.