Refurbished

Chapter 2

A loud horn blast from the overhead jolts me awake. Racing heart and sweaty palms, first thing in the morning. Good job, Jaclyn.

I sit up, reluctantly pushing the blankets away from me. I have a migraine like you wouldn't believe, and luckily enough my face shows no sign of the tears from last night. I blink a few times to get my eyes to focus on the blank white walls around me before shutting them tightly again. They are slightly moist and they burn like fire does on wood. I feel the stinging heat creeping through my eyelids, and I squeeze them tightly.

"Why is this happening?" I mutter under my breath.

I decide against taking the risk of opening my eyes and exposing them to the cold morning air, instead finding my way out of bed with my eyes shut. I use my hands to feel for objects in my way, but there are none until my feet touch the soft carpet. I leave the clothes I wore yesterday on, and i quickly run my fingers through my somewhat knotted, straight dirty blonde hair before sighing and realizing it must be a mess. I don't care though. My eyes are probably red and swollen from crying, and the bags must be from lack of sleep.

I'm still feeling my way through the darkness blindly, and as I reach for the knob I stub my toe on something hard. I clench my teeth to prevent myself from letting out a scream, and turn the door knob. A rush of cold air greets me, and I step out of my cubicle, goosebumps covering my skin. Everything's so cold here, I think. I'm not sure of my location; all I know is that I was hit by a train, I was supposed to die(but I didn't)and now I'm in some safe haven.

"Trust me, honey, it'll be over soon. I promise." I see a woman with a sweet smile peering over me. She looks at my condition pitifully, and again only white walls are visible behind her. She has a syringe in her hand. I whimper, but I can't move because of the pain throbbing in my body. The woman looks at me. "We can make this all go away. The pain. You want that don't you?" she says, and I try to respond but all I do is croak something out. She takes it as a yes. "We're going to fix you up, okay? Remember that." slowly, the vision fades away.

My whole body jerks as my eyes fly open, as if they were in some trance. The cool air encases my eyes in it, and the moisture sinks into my eyes, stinging them and nearly blinding me. I fall backwards, and close them quickly before something else happens.

I stand there, shaking and afraid, not knowing where to go. It feels like I am being watched, and the only noise as far as I can hear is my breathing.

"Looking for something?" a male voice whispers into my ear, and I jump up, my startled break caught in my throat. "Woah, there, you okay?"

"Where'd you go?" I ask, turning in the direction of the voice, lost and confused.

"Here."

"I'm sorry, I can't see."

"Me neither. They are probably going to do something to our eyes. So follow me I think I know the way."

"Do what?" I asked, fear coating my usually calm tone. "Them? What do you mean?"

"Oh, just some modifications. Fix them up. Remodel them. You know."

"No, I dont know." I say defensively. "And you still didn't answer my question." I point out.

He sighs in defeat. "Newbie?"

I glare at him, before realizing he can't see me so I cough in annoyance.

"You almost died, yeah?"

"How do you know that?" I shoot back, twisting around.

"Geez louise, chill girl. Same thing happened to all of us here." he says.