I Woke Up

Chapter 1: Waking up

I woke up. But where was I, was I dead? No. not dead I could hear the ringing in my ears, probably a result to the blasting music from last night. But I couldn't remember what happened last night. Then a light flicker on, taking me out of the darkness I had been consumes into. It was a projector propelling the light. I raise my head up to view the projection, my vision still blurry without focus. But I could make out some figures and black and crying? As my eyes focus I realize it's my family at a funeral. I'm missing? "It's been 6 months" said a voice. I opened my mouth to say something. But I realized as I sat there watching my family cry, I couldnt feel anything. I had no emotion. But now I wanted to feel bad for not feeling bad. I looked around the dark room, it was a cage. It looked like someone had been doing tests on me. I couldn't see outside the room but there were many doors lining the walls. I don't feel trapped, although I guess I can't feel anything. I stared at the video of my parents crying for hours, thinking and trying to figure this whole situation out. I must have been drugged by something very strong at the club. I wish I could remember but I must have had a little too much to drink. But why would somebody want to drug me? That brought up so many more questions. Why couldnt i feel? I tried to raise my arms to my ears to block out the sound of my family crying. I tried to raise them but they were so heavy. Was I really this weak? Maybe they were draining my blood? No. that's crazy, but then again whole situation was crazy. They think I'm special for some reason. Maybe they got me mixed up with someone else? But, there feels like theres something I'm here for. A purpose. A man appears in one of the doorways, walking at a quick pace over to me. He was wearing a hood, so I couldnt see him. He said "Drink this" I was hesitant "It will heal you." I gulped it down. I wasnt sure if I believed the man, but I was so weak that I knew I needed something. "Can I have some food?" I say slowly making sure to take a breath in between each word. "Your body cant digest solid foods yet, you're too weak. I'm here to take care of you for now." Who are these people? Why do you need me?" I ask, needing some answers for all of the questions popping into my head. "I can't really tell you much, but you're kind of like a weapon. I assume by now you realize you dont have emotions, you also cant feel physical pain." The man left. How did I not notice the physical pain? That's why I couldn't tell I was weak at first. But, I was a weapon? How could getting answers leave me more confused.