I woke up in a white room, It looked light a hospital room and I heard beeping of a machine. I didn’t mean to ask it but since I heard shuffling I knew someone was in the room with me, “Am I dead?” I couldn’t make out what the person said but I definitely knew there were more than two people in the room with all the shuffling and murmurs. “Welcome back miss Sanders, how are you feeling.” I sat up, they didn’t answer my question though. I looked around real quick A female, and might I say a yummy looking male nurse, the doctor also a female, but the one who caught my eye was an elderly man sitting on one of the chairs in my room. Then it hit me, what had happened I Must have had that realization look because the and I quote again yummy male nurse asked if I was okay, I nodded and looked down at my arm, my left arm thank my god and goddess. I looked at them waiting for them to say something else but everyone except the man was staring back at me. The doctor said to the nurses to check my vitals and make sure I was physically okay. I should and mentioned mentally too. I had my pulse, reflexes, and vitals checked so my blood presser, temperature, etcetera. They asked me if I had any questions, I nodded and asked “How long was I out?” The female said “I‘m not exactly sure but about 12 hours I do believe.” I nodded again, I still didn’t feel like showing much emotion, I was asked if I wanted or needed anything I shook my head to that they walked out of the room leaving me alone with the man.
I didn’t want to be in a silent room I was about to say hello and ask who he was but he started to talk first.
“Hello miss Sanders, I hope you are feeling well. There is another person who would like to see you.” “Okay mister English dude.” he gave me a funny look, what? It was true I didn’t know his name but it was very obvious that his accent was English and he was most likely from Britain. He walked out of the room I knew it was to go get my guest that I had. I was waiting a total of three minutes twenty-six seconds and .45 milla-seconds. The elderly man walked back it with a poorly groomed, slouching man. He had raven black hair, dark eyes, he looked about 20 or so, and he wore no shoes. (The elderly man was carrying them.) The raven haired man spoke “I hope we didn‘t keep you long miss Sanders.” I was starting to get annoyed at the miss part, and Sanders. “Can everyone please stop calling me ‘Miss‘ and ‘Sanders.‘” I sneered those two words making it very obvious I didn’t like being called that. “Okay, then what would you like to be called?” the raven spoke again starting to sit in a weird crouch position and one of the chairs, the sticking his thumb on his lips, concentrating I believe. I said nicely back “How about K-”
“Stop,” both of them just freaking interrupted me, I knew it and they saw my eye twitch. I knew that they realized I do not like to be interrupted. “Sorry madam‘ but we do not want you to use your real name anymore, under no circumstance tell anyone who you are.” The Elder spoke, creepy slouch raven continued, “We would like you to use an alias from now on, do you know wh-” I cut him off this time.
“Yes I do. A false name, an assumed name that somebody uses. Also can be a file or directory name. A name assigned to a computer file or directory, e.g. to make it more convenient to locate or manipulate.” There was a brief pause and I said “How to you like being interrupted.” I said that all with no emotion at all. After that they both nodded and looked up from each other and nodded again, hmm they have a secret code that means I did something they expected, or hoped I would do. The elderly man took a file from a brief case I just noticed, and then a pencil. “Would you please take this and fill it out the best you can.”
I nodded and said “Yep, okay aces lets do this.” I again got another funny look from them. They said to call them when I finished the packet of papers.
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About 57 minutes later….
I knew what the paper what, I’m only thirteen and I knew that this was a S.A.T text college students take. I finished it within’ an hour, well 57 minutes but who’s counting? Well I am, I’m definitely smarter than the average student my age, I was always top student. I called in the pair and took to test back saying that they would be back later. I nodded Yelled adios at the top of my lungs and went to bed, I was about 14.7% sure they were concerned about my sanity and metal health and some of the some I said and did. To that I fell into a sweet sound of slumber, humming the tune lonely girl by tonight alive.
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Broken Memories (Death Note FanFiction)
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