The Seventeen Effect

Chapter 3

I apologize, but this chapter is very short and not very good. Don't worry, the more exciting parts will be coming in the next chapter! Please read, vote, and comment. Thank you to @lunaishi for the cover above!

Chapter 3

When she finally gained consciousness, she heard completely different noises than the ones she heard a second ago.

Wheels scraping polished floors, whispers, and whimpers were the only things that she heard. No more honking, no more shouting.

She barely remembered what happened. Did she trip and fall at Asra's house? Did she faint all of the sudden? Cyara Anders breathed in the smell of plastic gloves, and finally heard more than two feet entering the door. Then, she took notice of beeping. The monotonous noise rang in her ear, and that's when her mind was at ease. She knew where she was; she was in a hospital.

"What's her condition?" a young voice wondered, panicked.

"Not so good," a unique, feminine voice called back. Cyara heard numerous clacks, metal scraping across other metal. She had no idea what they were doing to her; she couldn't feel anything at all.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Every second, one beep rang through the room. Let's see how long my heart can last, Cyara said to the monitor, knowing perfectly well it's an inanimate object. Will I die?

Cyara still had no idea why she was in a hospital, but it scared her how little she cared. The words "not so good" ran through her ears over and over, but the girl knew that whether she lived or died, the world would go on without her. That somehow made her feel better.

"Time," the same feminist voice demanded.

"10:51," the other stated.

10:51? The girl was in shock, and then finally recalled that day was June 16, at least, she believed it was. Tomorrow was her birthday; her seventeenth birthday. Numerous thoughts swam back into her mind. I can't believe I forgot my birthday! Cyara said to herself. I can't die yet. Dear Lord, please don't let me die before I can turn seventeen! she prayed. Her whole attitude drastically changed.

Cyara attempted to move her arms, her legs, open her eyes. However, she could not achieve any of it; she could not feel any of it. Her mind felt distant from the rest of her body, as if it was pulled away, her physical form too far for her mental form to retrieve it.

That scared her more than the concept of death.

Cyara was trapped in her own thoughts; literally. The abyss swallowed her even more successfully than she thought it would. Fortunately, she felt no pain whatsoever, but she was slowly forgetting what she looked like. Her memory was deteriorating fast, and Cyara had no idea what was going on except for the fact that it will result in a negative outcome. She decided to pay attention to what was going on more.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Thankfully, the cardiac monitor kept beating, the heart she couldn't feel anymore was not giving up just yet. The doctors and nurses inside the room with her were shouting a myriad of medical terms she did not understand. Maybe she was having surgery? That could be her only guess.

"My baby!" she heard from the outside, a familiar voice wailing intensely. She tried to collect her memories; it sounded too similar to be forgotten. "She didn't deserve this. She's just a little girl. She's my little girl!" Those last words assisted her in jogging her thoughts; it was her mother speaking. The pain in her voice was horrifically evident, and if she could, Cyara would have begun crying as well.