The Impossibilities of Greendale (2/3) *On HOLD*

Chapter 1

A/N:

Oh ma lord! I'm so sorry for the wait. My laptop broke and I couldn't even write. It's actually still broken, and I'm writing this from my phone. But a few chapters of my story are on my google docs app and I found a way to get them on here. But since I havent updated in 12 centuries, in posting two chapters today, so stay tuned. Okay, here we go.
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I laid there, unable to think. It's not that I didn't want to think. I was literally unable to think.
My brain was lifeless, void of everything, along with my expression as I stared at nothing, as I always did, but this time, with absolutely no thoughts filling my mind. There was nothing to think about.
Because nothing was real.
It's impossible; I was not in a coma! It wasn't fair. All those emotions I felt, all those life changing moments. They were real to me, and I felt them. But suddenly, one day, all those things I went through turned out to be fake, yet my heart still held the wounds. That was not fair.
I continued to sit there and listen to the tantalizing beeping of the alien machines that surrounded me, reminding me that I was trapped inside this madhouse.
This madhouse that was this hospital room.
This madhouse that was my mind.
This madhouse that was everything.

Then, something happened. My brain filled with a sensation I had lost for quite some time: a thought. The first thought that filled my mind since I had been ripped away from Evan;
I need to see him.
With that thought came dozens just like it.
Where is he?
I never stopped loving him, I just had forgotten.
Evan, please come back.
And then all my newfound musing came grinding to a halt as a stinging notion filled my head.
Was Logan just a part of that dream?
I still felt for him. I couldn't change that. What was I supposed to do if I loved someone who didn't exist? I remembered that that seemed to be a question I asked myself a lot lately. And then I remembered that it was all a dream, and everything I thought I knew needed to be reconsidered. Then, my brain started to shut down. I felt unbelievably exhausted, and as fast as they came, the thoughts went.
And I laid there, my mind refusing to concentrate as I stared at the ceiling above me.
I heard a sound, but didn't bother looking up. It was like my head was disconnected from everything. I couldn't move, I couldn't think, I couldn't feel. My senses were muted as far as my brain was concerned. I heard shuffling around the room, the scraping of a chair against the shiny, buffed floors. And then I heard something. It was a voice. But my mind was muffled, remaining unfocused. I heard something again, but still couldn't comprehend it, so I continued to peer at the ceiling.
"Valeri?" A womanly voice boomed into my head. I slowly averted my eyes to her face. She had pitch black hair that was pulled into a long, low ponytail. Her face seemed young, and her eyes were a dark brown. She stared at me with concern.
"Valeri, can you hear me?" she asked. I slowly nodded. "Okay, I'm nurse Rena. I'm here to help you." I noticed she was talking slowly, which was good, considering my head couldn't really understand much at fast pace, so I took no offense. I heard more shuffling, and my eyes surprisingly shifted to the other side of the room. I saw more doctors hurriedly thrashing around the room, trying to get things together. I couldn't make sense of it too much, considering the fact that they looked like blurs to me. All their chaos was giving me a headache, so I tried to focus my attention back to nurse... what was her name again?
A doctor scooped me up, but I didn't want to move. I tried to fight against him, but my limbs would barely even flinch. I had no clue why, but I became overwrought with fury. And then, uncontrollably, I let out the most blood curdling scream my throat could permit, and I had no clue how to stop it. My scream receded back into my body. The doctor quickly sat me back down.
"Valeri, calm down," the nurse said, soothingly. My hands started shaking and I was blazing over in anger. I had no idea why I was so angry. But the thought of how everything I had went through hadn't happened and how they were trying to trap me in here started making me very, very upset. Unexplainably upset. The doctor tried to pick me up again, but I snapped my eyes to him, glaring daggers at him until he shrank back in intimidation. The nurse gave him a look, one I couldn't decipher through my blinding rage.
The doctor then grabbed me before I could realize he did. I screamed as loud as I could in the process, seeming as the only way my mind would let me communicate was through shrieks. He did his best to ignore me. He sat me in the wheelchair, -that dreaded wheelchair- the one that took me away from Evan.
I had already endured the emergency evaluation and the intensive care unit. It had been about 2 months since I had awaken. Though my brain was fried and completely aloof from the rest of my senses, my memory of that day had been intensified, and all I could replay was the look on Evan's face as I was taken away. Since that day, I hadn't said a word.
They took me to a plain, white room. There were many types of equipment. I couldn't really understand them, they looked very complex. The young, black haired nurse moved me inside, stopping my wheelchair in front of a hospital bed against the wall. It was more so a table; the long black ones that you get check-ups on. A doctor I'd previously seen in the other room came in along with one I'd never seen before. The first doctor picked me up again and laid me on the bed, and I didn't care enough to scream at him.
The new doctor had a stethoscope around her neck, furrowing her eyebrows as she looked at a piece of paper.
"Hello, Valeri, I'm Dr. Farren. I'm here to give you a check up," she said, flashing a smile. I noticed she also talked very slowly, but much more condescending rather than nurturing. She approached the table, placing the cold metal stethoscope against my chest. The touch of it was profoundly unsettling.
"Can you sit up for me?" she asked. I could hear sympathy in her voice, as if it was expected of me to just lay there, unresponsive as I stare at nothing in particular. Instead, I realized I wasn't going to get anywhere by not cooperating. So I subtly nodded and sat up, extremely slowly. She seemed surprised, but she continued.
"Very good, Valeri." I scowled in my head. She's treating me like a dog, I thought. How about I roll over so you can feed me a biscuit?
I felt a sense of self assurance when I realized my sarcasm was one thing that refrained from changing.
She placed the frigid instrument against my back, instructing me to breathe deeply, and I did. Then she went on for bodily check ups. She coiled her bony fingers around my knee.
"Can you feel that?" I shrugged in response. My senses weren't very lively anymore, so I could almost feel it, but the sensation was very faint. She checked all around my legs and then went on to my arms. My arms were more intact. I thought once those concluded, that would be the end, but I was wrong.
After checking my throat and ears, she went on to my eyes. She flashed that white light in my irises, and I saw headlights flashing through a windshield. I heard glass and crashing, the wind whipping against my ears, and then I heard a loud crunch.
I panicked, screeching as loud as I could and gripping onto the sides of the bed. I blinked, hoping my eyes would adjust, and then I saw three men rushing towards me. Two of them held me down, and another came up and poked a needle into my arm.
My hysteria died down, and I felt very relaxed in a matter of seconds. I closed my eyes, drifting off into a slumber. All I could hear were the voices that swirled around in my head.