Sweet Serenity (ON HOLD SORRY GUYS)

Sweet Serenity

Chapter 1

The white walls that surrounded my body stood once more. It was familiar, the same stainless floor held firm beneath my feet, as white as the walls that stood around its edges, and the same, not so luxurious bed that occupied the room, yet did not resemble its surroundings. Nothing else stood in the room but me, my surroundings taunting me. I went and sat in the corner of the room, paranoia creeping in. My eyes shifted from side to side as though an invisible being was within my eyesight. The sound of voices became evident to me, and immediately I stood up and embraced a defensive mindset. The door was already open, and in came the man, followed by another being pushed forwards. This hadn't happened before. I felt uncomfortable; I wasn't in control of my dream any longer. Normally I could keep the dream uneventful, but I am weaker now, and the dream made it evident. The man being pushed was young, had chocolate brown hair and a narrow, sunken face. He wore casual clothes, tattered from battle with the captors. The man in front, small in height and in build took hold of the latest victim, slung him to the floor. A woman followed the small man into the room, glancing at me after the captor and winked. I felt my ears burn red. Unfortunately I made it obvious I was mad, and the stocky bloke who pushed the chocolate haired man stared at me. He scared me, quite naturally as he was larger than the small man in front. The chocolate haired man struggled to get up as the captors left. I went up to him slowly, and sat next to him.

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My eyes were stiff, sleep present in them. The ward filled with noise from visitors talking to their relatives, friends and possibly even other patients. My room has to remain sterile and no visitors can see me. I could get ill quickly, and could be fatal if I do. After 5 minutes of waking, a blonde haired woman with a gentle face walked in, her blue overalls matching her soft eyes. She smiled at me reassuringly, and stepped to my bed-side.

"How was your sleep little Miss?" she asked, not cracking her smile.

"Same again, pretty much," I replied weakly.

She pointed towards a bunch of flowers kept in the glass cabinet outside my room.

"I was asked to give you these, but they didn't leave a name," she told me.

She smiled at my still, and turned and left the room. I pondered at the flowers, in deep thought over who would want to send me them. My friends had known about my illness for some time, so I eliminated them from the list of suspects. I didn't have many; I always did prefer quality to quantity. I have my operation in a week. Anticipation crept through my mind at this thought. I knew the operation is risky, and there is quite a high risk of me dying under the knife. My heart monitor showed an increase in heart rate, normal I guess when you worry about such things. I've been put on drugs to keep it down, and I suspect nearer the time I will be again.

My eyes were still heavy from sleep, and as soon as I had woken, I fell back again to my dreams, that I often called my nightmares, but they sadly got worse the sicker I became. My confinement here has led me to these dreams. Not being able to leave, talk normally to my friends and family and even walk a few paces without assistance. closed my eyes softly in awe, hoping to return to my garden of serenity, yet knowing the inevitable fate of my dreams.