Lights were shining down on me as I moved with the music and sung the lyrics. I seemed to be in a haze, almost like I wasn’t aware that I was doing anything. Just performing my second nature to an audience of cheering people.
It was the cluster of lights that seemed to hypnotize me into another world. They were bright while others flashed to the beat of faint music in the background of my head.
This was all so new to me still, but I was having fun and living my lifelong dream. It was then that I realized this was something that had become my job, and I made it so. It was my job to be in the spotlight, and make use of my moments for others.
‘I am here for you, so please don’t be afraid.’ I sang as I gestured out to the audience. This was my night to have fun and shine in front of the world. A sudden wave of energy shot through me, and I switched to a high vocal note adding a soulful drop and the crowd got up and screamed and applauded for me.
The song ended, and I smiled big while running my hands through my hair. Oh, it felt so good!
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The world was white, and a strong bubble gum smell was in the air, while a clattering of tools filled the room with a cheerful yet dreadful sound.
There were faint rustling movements as if clothes were moving against ones body. A human’s presence could be sensed but there was nothing to sure about it.
My eyes were open, but my mind wasn’t. I was trying my best to figure out where and how I got here, and fogginess was overtaking my thinking while shooting pains rammed themselves into my head.
Suddenly I heard voices nearby, and extra moving and what sounded like rushing as if a bomb was going to go off.
“Oh, no! Nicholas, she’s awake!” A husky light headed voice exclaimed.
Nicholas…. It sounded familiar, but the hands of the clock inside of my head couldn’t tick to the correct time.
“No, that’s impossible! I only put a syringe full of that stuff into her.”
Dad! That was Dad’s voice!
“You…only? You can kill people if you give them that much!”
“No I can’t! Look here, I’m the boss and I’ll tell you how it’s going to go down!” Nicholas slammed his fist onto the table.
“Yeah, and I am an official Doctor who has an actual degree and has gone to medical school.”
“Robert, I said….”
“Oh, shut up! You fight like a girl, now get your coat on and help me push this table over by the wall.” Robert interrupted.
As both scrambled about, I tried to think hard.
I was trying to assess the situation that I was in, like where I was, why I felt so zoned and out of it, and who was Robert. But the only thing my mind kept coming back to was Nicholas. My dad, he was the nicest person in the whole world who loved and cared for me as his own child. He was a single dad, and I never got to know my mom because she died in childbirth. He said that he grieved day and night for her, and I was his only comfort because I was just like her in his eyes.
But one thing that didn’t make any sense was why he talked to Robert in the way that he did. I trusted my dad since I had been born, and now I was feeling weary and helpless and very much in danger.
As I stared out into white space through half opened lids, suddenly a shadow loomed over me. It was the first dark thing I had seen since I had awakened and it was a shock that had made me close my eyes almost immediately and than open them wide to find me dad hovering above.
“Hi, sweetie.” He began to stroke my cheek lightly.
I said nothing; all I could do was stare. As my vision came into clear focus, I studied him like I had never done before. He had some handsome features, but they were marred with a scratch from someone beating on him at a bar, and a two weeks worth of no shaving. He was wearing a white coat which in fact looked like a doctors coat.
I must have had my eyes locked on him for a full minute, because he pulled away quite suddenly after what had seemed like an eternity.
I turned my head and watched him walk over to a table that seemed to have blue latex covering over it with tons of cups, syringes, and dental looking tools. I turned my head the other way and roamed the room with my eyes, only to find complete white walls with a window imbedded into one of them, and a door right by the table which my dad was standing at stirring something.
As I came to my senses more and more, I realized that it was immensely cold, and this room was starting to scare me. I just had to get out, I felt trapped and claustrophobic.
I tried to sit up only to find myself completely strapped to a steel table with a very thin gown on, and no socks, blankets, or even a pillow.
My dad walked over to where I laid.
“Here, drink this. You’ll feel better.” He offered a cup.
I nudged it away, and shook my head the best I could.
I tried to speak, but found that I couldn’t. My voice was shot; it wouldn’t even utter one word. I wanted to speak, I needed to speak badly, but I couldn’t.
This was a set of circumstances, I was in some random place, tied to a table, cold as could be, scared of dad, and couldn’t talk.
And he pushed the cup closer urging me to drink.
Suddenly Robert appeared out of nowhere. He told me kindly to trust him and drink the liquid; otherwise I would be sick all night. I drank the stuff to appease, but I just wanted to leave this place.
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Rolling Thunder Ch.1
FantastikAn unknown star is performing her heart out to the world, when suddenly she lands up in a white room of doom. She meets people she thought she knew, and the events that follow will make your heart beat as she becomes confused, majestically hazed, an...