The Sunflower Doll

Dark - Part 1

BEEP BEEP BEEP

Gah, I wished that bloody beeping noise would stop. It echoed through my ears, only making the pounding in my head worse.

It was bright. Too bloody bright. The smell of disinfectant and medicine hung in the air. Right. I'm in a bloody hospital. Just great. I tried to take a closer look at my surroundings when I realised that I can't even move my bloody head.

"Aaaaarrgghhh....." I groaned again as another wave of migraine enveloped my head. I tried to put my hand against my head to still the insistent pounding just to notice that I can't move my right hand as they were in a cast. Bloody great. I tried to move my left hand that was strapped on the bed for some reason but to no avail. Just. Bloody. Freakin. Great.

I turned my head slowly to take in my current surroundings. Well I wasn't sharing my room with anybody and im on a hospital bed (that part was obvious). A mini television was hung on the wall infront of me and my jaw suddenly went slack.

It was me.

In the television.

Apparently somebody videotaped the whole thing and now their broadcasting the damn thing on TV.

Wait.

If this gets out, he's bound to hear it!

Oh shit, then I better-

CLICK

Ah, wait thats-

TAP TAP TAP

I shut my eyes tightly and turned my face away from the direction of the door.

"Kanako."

Voice as sharp as a dagger pierced through the atmosphere of the quiet room.

I slowly turned my head to face him. My father. Ningyou Mashima.

This is NOT good.