Chapter 1

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His eyes were closed, light illuminating trough his eyelids enough to wake him up. It was cold, but also hot at the same time, it was like the thing that he currently was on was cold itself but he himself felt warm. He tried to flinch but couldn't, only being able to barely keep his eyes opened due to the lamps light that was shining down upon him. He turned his head around, neck stiff and a stinging sensation every time his muscles moved. He stopped to think for a moment. 

Who am i? He pondered, where am i? He thought, What am i? He asked himself in his head. It was like he hadn't existed before, like he'd just been born and was getting cradled in someones arms, his mothers? A small faint sound was the only thing he could hear, drilling? No, it was like someone was listening to a old cassette, a irritating but calming sound that made his ears screech but his mind to be completely calm. He closed his eyes, waiting for something to happen. 

A scream, multiple ones, he instantly opened his eyes once more, still not fully being able to move but feeling more what he was on, a table, a cold table with something warm going down his stomach. Another one, scream after scream until a loud bang that traveled across the room that he was in, he flinched, wanting to move and run but being strapped by something to the unusual table. Suddenly, a hand reached out onto his face, it was pale, and cold, colder than the table he was on and colder than the winters he had experienced. He felt another hand on his body near the warmness that he felt dripping down his stomach, he saw a face, someones that he didn't know and a face that didn't resemble that of a humans fully. 

Was this a "angel"? He thought quickly, his mind trying to wrap around what was going on until another bang could be heard but much, much, much closer. Something fell on top of his body, it was also cold like he was, and then a odd sound that he had to think for a moment came from the thing he thought to himself was a "angel". Puking, it was clearly as if the thing that fell on top of his body was puking, until a sudden warmness hit him again. The table also warm now, he closed his eyes, deciding not to move and just lay down. 

Falling asleep. 


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