Project Genesis

p r o j e c t G E N E S I S 1

I'm alive.

I'm a human.

Humans like me call me Aria short for Ariana, I guess. That's the name plastered on my patient's plate on my bed. 

My tongue feels dry that results to me having a hard time swallowing even my own saliva. My head is throbbing and I feel miserably weak. I can't even remember how to move.

But wait, I don't have anything to remember.

I stared at the white wall for hours and it feels like a nanosecond for me. The rising and the setting of the sun weren't the greatest entertainment for me to watch but thinking about something is.

Thinking about . . . nothing. Because I literally have nothing.

I chuckled silently not because I thought of something funny, but out of frustration.

My hand instantly flew to my mouth to stop myself from making any sound when I saw the door across me opened.

A woman with kind eyes and pale skin peeked through the tiny slit of the door and met mine. She saw me awake so she opened the door more and entered with syringe and vial on her hands.

As soon as I recognized her face, I remember how she managed to made me eat the vegetable salad served the other day and yesterday. She was the kindest and most patient nurse they've assigned to me so far.

"Hello there," she smiled at me. She went into my side and prepared her syringe by sucking some clear liquid out of the vial. She looked at me once again and laughed silently. "Why are you covering your mouth, silly? You can talk. I'm not like the others."

I slowly removed my hand from my mouth and cautiously spied her moves.

She was still smiling.

"Okay. You know the drill, right?" she asked me.

Drill? What drill is she talking about? Are we having an earthquake or a hurricane?

I stared at her eyes innocently.

"The liquid inside this vial is for you to have the energy that you used to have before faster. I placed it inside this syringe so it can flow inside you more effectively when I stick it inside you through your vein. You only need to relax and make me borrow your arm. You'll feel a little pain but it will go away soon too. Understand?" She explained slowly trying to make me understand. Her voice is so soothing. I wonder if she's a great singer.

When I didn't say something and continued to stare at her eyes, she carefully touched my arm and stick the syringe right into it.

I winced from the prick of pain and felt the clear liquid ran through it. It's a weird feeling.

"Nice," she said as she put away the syringe and put a cotton ball on my arm.

I felt relieved when I saw that the tiny bleeding have stopped. Thanks to this fluffy and fury little ball.

"Ariana . . . " 

I looked at her. She seemed worried and scared because of how I look at her.

"You didn't touch your food again. Why?"

I avoided my gaze. I don't know why this certain woman made me feel like this. She's like a kind mom to me even though she looks like just a few ages older than me. She's not like the others who are mean to me and make me do things I don't really wanna do making me physically fight them. Making me one of the worst patients here in this overly modernized hospital.

"It's tasteless," I quietly answered. Hearing my own voice fascinated me. It was far from her voice that's soft and girly. Mine is raspy and deep for a girl.

"Well," she sat on the side of my bed. "Vegetables are healthy foods so when you eat them regularly, it'll make you stronger soon. You can finally walk around the hospital if that happens."

"Don't we have vegetables that tastes like meat instead?" I scoffed. Eating leaves are boring.

"We do."

I quickly glanced at her. Vegetables that tastes like meat? For real?!

"But the scholars haven't made the right form yet. Our vegetables that tastes like meat have tons of chemicals inside it. The nutrients of the vegetables are still there but the chemicals dominated. As for your condition right now, I don't think it is appropriate if we'll serve you that food."

I bowed my head feeling a little disappointed.

"But we might consider it if you'll take your medicines and vitamins regularly and eat your vegetables for now."

"I'll try," I said.

I grabbed the plate on the bedside table and eat the leaves with mayonnaise with a fork. I swallowed the last bite before I could gag.

Not really a fan of mayo.

"I'm glad you talked to me for the first time today," she said genuinely.

Silence reigned between us when I decided to reply. "I don't know . . . I just feel like I need someone to listen to what I have to say. The thoughts inside my head are silently killing me."

"C'mon then! Spill it all out on me. I like talking and listening."

Out of desperation, I was tempted to say all the things running in my head. "I feel like I need someone to know myself. I . . . it's frustrating . . . it's making me crazy how I woke up inside this room not being able to move, not remembering a single thing. "

I ran my fingers through my hair. This has been my mannerism for a while now.

"Don't you have anyone who visited you for the past days—"

"Two whole weeks I've been imprisoned here and no one dared to visit me saying I was her relative or friend or a lover. And you know what's frustrating? Because all I know about myself is my name. And everytime I tried to ask that ruthless doctor about my life, he'll explain to me that I have an amnesia and it's not the right time to tell me what happened to me yet."

I was surprised when I felt her hand tapping me in the shoulder. It somehow calmed me after my little burst out. That actually felt relieving knowing that at least someone already know how I feel.

"Well, you look like just a couple of years younger than me. And I'm twenty. You can also call me Lorie." 

"What do you think is my age right now?" I asked.

She squinted her eyes and slightly tilted her head slowly studying my face. "Maybe . . . about seventeen?"

I managed to look at her uniform and an idea struck me. "Can you help me?! I mean, you can go find my documents somewhere around here and I can Iook at my information through it."

"Kid, I hate to say this but I'm new at this place too," she said. 

All the hope that tried to ooze up from my spirit a while ago was washed out right into the drainage.

"Then what do you think should I do?" I desperately asked.

"Honestly, for now you really have to do whatever you have to do to recover fully. Being powerful is really essential surviving in this place."

I furrowed my brows out of confusion. "What do you mean?"

"One advice kiddo," The laid-back facade on her vanished and I felt uneasy when I caught a glimpse of fear trying to reflect through her eyes.  "Don't ever trust anyone regarding of who you are."

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A/N: I seriously don't know why I'm starting another story when I'm not even finished with Camouflage but I'll try to work both of these stories at the same time.

Hope you enjoyed the first chapter.

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