Repetition

Chapter 1: History Has Its Eyes on You

Chapter 1: History Has Its Eyes On You

Let me tell you what I wish I'd known

When I was young and dreamed of glory

You have no control

Who lives who dies who tells your story

***A/N: Sorry it's kind of late but here you go. The first chapter of Repetition. It's going to be a bit of whirlwind but I hope you enjoy. Tell me what you think!***

Brooklyn looked herself in the mirror. This was it. Today was the day her life was changing forever. It was the beginning of a whole new chapter. It was exciting. She was entranced by every word. Each page left her craving more. Today was the day she got to follow in her parent's footsteps. She'd spent years in school building up to this very moment. She'd walked through the hospital's halls a million times. The brunette knew every corridor like the back of her hand, although today it was different. She noticed every smell and sound as she looked up to the building. She was left in a state of hyper realism. Today she became a surgical intern.

The eager young doctor stood outside the hospital, staring up at the building, taking it all in. Lucas walked up behind her. "You alright, Brooks?" He asked.

Brooklyn jumped slightly at the sound of her name. "What? Yeah." She turned around. A smile grew on her face. "This is where it begins, Luke. All of it. It's what we've been waiting for. It's what we worked so hard for for years. It's finally here."

"Well then let's go inside. I don't think you want to be late on your first day as an intern. The chief wouldn't be too happy."

"The chief is my dad's best friend."

"Alright, yeah. We get it. You're special." Lucas mocked with a smile.

Brooklyn laughed. "You bet I am." She leaned up and gave him a small peck on the lips. The two met at the beginning of medical school but even after dating for four years, they knew they didn't want to get married until after their internships were finished. They wanted to be somewhat stable in their careers before they even thought about anything else between them personally.

As they began the walk toward the door, Brooklyn felt butterflies well up in her stomach. Making their way up to the surgical floor, Brooklyn and the group of bright eyed and eager interns were led back to the OR. For most, it was the first time they'd really gotten to see the inside. For Brooklyn, she'd been back through the ORs more times than she could count. Everyone knew her there and she knew everyone. Still, it felt new and exciting. The whole thing enticed her. It was a new motivation she hadn't felt before.

"Each of you come here today hopeful, wanting in on the game." Derek began. Even with only one sentence it sounded rehearsed. Like a mantra passed from class to class of interns. "A month ago, you were in med school being taught by doctors. Today... you are the doctors. The seven years you spend here as a surgical resident will be the best and worst of your life. You will be pushed to the breaking point. Look around you. Say hello to your competition. Eight of you will switch to an easier specialty. Five will crack under the pressure. Two of you will be asked to leave. This is your starting line. This is your arena. How well you play? That's up to you." The speech sounded ominous although it was all the more encouraging.

Something about this put a fire in Brooklyn. It was a new kind of drive she hadn't exactly experienced before. Excitement coursed through her veins. Adrenaline pumped, making her heart race and her nerves stand on end. The interns were led to a locker room where they were told to change into surgical scrubs before they were given their assignments.