The Untold Truth

Chapter 1

The first thing that I registered was the sound of a faint beeping. I was barely able to hear it, but I wasn't able to focus my attention on the sound. It was like my brain wasn't letting me focus on any one thought. The next thing that I registered was the pain. It coursed through me and I felt like screaming, if I was able to find my voice. Where was I? What had happened to me? I tried to make a sound, but nothing came out. It was almost as if I couldn't remember how to talk. I struggled with talking for a few seconds before I just gave up. I relaxed my vocal cords and focused instead on trying to open my eyes. I tried to open them and after a few minutes of struggling, I was finally able to crack my eyes open a little ways.

A bright, white light instantly flooded my vision and I closed my eyes tightly to get rid of the white light. I heard some muffled movement, but I wasn't able to focus on where it was coming from. I was just focusing on keeping my eyes closed so that light wouldn't blind me again. I felt something on my shoulder, but I couldn't react to the pressure. I heard a voice starting to talk, but it sounded like I was hearing it through a pillow. It was muffled and I couldn't make out any words. The fact that I couldn't focus or remember anything only made my frustration grow. I slowly tried to open my eyes again and this time, the light wasn't as bright. I opened my eyes halfway and, after a few seconds, I was able to open them all the way.

I couldn't make out any definite objects, only blurry shapes. After a few seconds of looking around, movement on my left made me turn my attention to that side. A figure was standing above me, but I couldn't make out who it was. The figure was talking excitedly to me and occasionally turning around and yelling something. I still couldn't make out what this person was saying, but they seemed happy enough at the fact that I was finally moving around. Focusing this long on something exhausted what little strength I had left, so I closed my eyes again. I heard the figure yelling something more excitedly than before, but it was almost as if my ears were automatically blocking it out.

I felt the tiredness take over my whole body and before I knew it, I was asleep. When I woke up later, I slowly opened my eyes again. Thankfully, there was no bright light to blind me. The room was remarkably darker and my eyes were able to adjust better than when it was lighter. I was finally able to make out objects that were close to me. I moved my head around to see what was around me, but I had no memory of the place I was in. I could finally control my fingers and I slowly balled my hands into fists over and over again, just to make sure that I really was in control.

I slowly took in my surroundings and saw that I was lying in a big bed that had cotton black sheets with gold accents. I looked towards my left to see if that figure from earlier was still there, but when I looked over, no one else was with me. Had I imagined the figure? I looked up and saw that next to my bed a home-hospital had been set up, complete with an IV and monitoring system. I looked around the room more, but I didn't recognize any of the decoration, or lack there of, in the room. Was I at home? How did I get here if this isn't my home? I tried to remember how I had gotten to this place, but nothing came to my mind.

I tried to remember back to my most recent memory, but all I remembered was ordering pizza, watching a movie, and then...nothing. Fear rose up in me at the fact that I couldn't remember anything. What had happened to me? Confusion ran through my whole body and I wanted nothing more than to just be home in my own bed. I heard the sound of a door opening from my left and my fear spiked into terror. What was going to happen to me? A person walked around the wall that blocked my view of the door and, when they saw I was awake, stopped moving altogether. The person, who looked to be a man, held up his hands and made small steps toward me.

I tried to speak, but all that came out of my mouth was a strangled whimper.

The person stopped for a second and said in a soft voice, "Aleksandria, it's me. Bradan."