Your World, My World

Chapter 1: Open your eyes

Your World, My World

Chapter 1: Open Your Eyes

My cold breath hits the side of my small pale shoulder. I softly open my eyes and see that my head is leaning hard against my collarbone. I lift my head up causing the long, bright teal hair that was once covering my face now lifting onto my shoulders and dangle along my waist.

My eyes slowly lift up just enough for me to see nothing but a pure white room; a blinding bright white room. Nothing but white paint splattering the walls, floor, and ceiling. I quickly squint so my eyes can adjust to my surroundings. I sling my body forward, focused on moving my small body, but I don't move. Can't move. I quickly glance up at my wrists. They are tied slightly above where my head is in big, heavy silver locks. I trace the chain going all the way to the plain ceiling. As I look up, I can see wires in all sorts of colors come out of my back also holding me back from moving.

Great.

I dangle the bright silver chain, hoping they could break and let me free. But when they don't even give out the slightest noise, I start to panic. I slash both my wrists back and forth, trying to break free from this weird place. I do it over and over again until my breath turns heavy. Just when I'm about to give up, a booming loud voice fills up the empty room.

"How are you feeling?"

I jolt my whole body up. Curious to know where that sound came from and how I could understand it. But when I look around the circular room, there is nothing or no one to be found. Nothing but a girl in the middle of a circular room who just so happens to be me.

"Do you know your name?" The loud voice speaks again, but not as alarming. I do one more quick glance around. But once I again see nothing, I give out a slight sigh and speak, "Where am I?" I can hear a rather dark voice chuckle slightly. As I hear that, I look straight ahead. On the far right corner, I can see a small black dot. That must be where the speaker is. "Answer my question, do you know your name?" The sound in this person's voice is serious now. It makes my head throb. But the weird thing is, I can't remember my name. Do I even have a name? I look straight ahead and answer, hoping to make direct and rude, but coming out soft and shy. I whisper, "I don't know..."

There was a long pause. A few seconds go by, then soon turn into minutes. I wonder if the person behind the voice is still even there. I'm about to continue trying to escape when the voice interrupts my thoughts along with a loud sigh of frustration.

"It seems like we have failed yet another test. Maybe if we program Virus Forty-Seven she will remember," I squint. Wondering what the person could be possibly talking about, ",but for now, I think we need to restart. Again. Get rid of her. We'll just have to start from scratch."

A loud buzzing sound entered the room. Where was it coming from? I looked all around, but nothing was to be found. It sounded like a million bees buzzing at one time. The sound grew louder and louder. But as it grew, something in my upper chest started to burn. The louder the buzzing got, the greater the pain inside me grew-The more it burned. It felt like someone has soaked my heart in gasoline and set it ablaze. Soon enough it was almost unbearable. The pain coursing in my chest was like an electric shock. Only it didn't last a few seconds. In fact, I don't know when it's gonna stop. Or when the pain will die down. I hope it'll be soon. I let out a painful, shrieking scream, which causes only more pain to course through me. When I think I'm just about to burst into flames, it stops. All of it. The buzzing, the pain, the everything. It just all suddenly stops. My weak body lifts up so I can see ahead.

Nothing.

Hmph, then what caused the pain and the buzzing sound to stop?

All of a sudden there is a loud CRASH. My gaze quickly glides to where the sudden outburst was. My shiny, bright aqua eyes widen as I take in what I am seeing. The once plain white wall to the right of where I am placed is now shattered into pieces. Big pieces, small pieces, whatever shape and size have scattered across the floor. Sheetrock is all over the ground, and a newly puffed mist floats the air.