Orange is the New Way

Chapter 6-The Brewing Awakening

Seth Wethersfield

Jarred up in a hospital bedroom, for that night, felt like a dreadful cocoon,wrapping slowly around my mind, soul, and then finally possessing my body.

It was simply irregular to find myself nervous. And so overwhelmed. But in such a different, much more intriguing and healthy way.

I should've worried about the fact that they decided to keep me overnight, although the pain had long ago, subsided.

I should've worried about how I would possibly explain this to my mother.

I should've worried about getting home.

Worry about my belongings.

Instead I couldn't help but wonder of the mysterious girl with yet no name except the nickname Orange Girl. In all honesty however, I didn't quite know why that idiotic name came to mind. I knew she was just defending herself when she mentioned that orange was what she lived by. I can bet, that was the only piece of clothing, she had ever obtained in the color of orange. Nevertheless, it felt utterly right. Sue me.

It felt like... Pure emotions bottled up in my body, and I couldn't pinpoint this... Feeling? I think it could be addressed as a feeling.

And no, by now I felt love ... And this mystical feeling wasn't quite love.

At least yet.

I think it was interest. She was so... Out of the blue. Weird almost. Alienated. I sound rude, and to be straightforward, controversial but the things I listed above I mean in the best ways, and intentions possible. To sum up she was different. New. And I awaited this new to ware in. I would be happy to get to know her. I really would.

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I woke up to a torturous day awaiting. I had so many questions... And silence in answer. Faces, so many faces... But yet, meaning absolutely nothing to me... No significance whatsoever. And not one wearing orange. And all so fake. With their phony white smiles. And their high pitched voices, completely bland in their existence.

Fine. I settled for questions having no bold relation connected to Orange Girl.

Why are you holding me here?

Why do you keep injecting me?

Why do you keep checking up on me?

When the hell is that beeping noise going to stop?

Wait... Again?! Didn't you just poke me with that?

WHY????

HOW????

WHAT???

Why am I slipping from the very rim of existence?!

Why do I see everything in techno?

Oh great the techno is getting blurry...

Doctor. You know you look quite funn---

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I remember waking up to the same steady beep of the monitor, warped in an aura of confusion. The barren room stood steady, and the atmosphere had become so casual in the portrayal of my mind, that it had forced me into despising the very room's existence. It could use some color...

I don't know how the mind works, but just the thought of color chained from thought to thought until it halted at Orange Girl. It never ended, as if embedded into my long term memory- I couldn't get her out of my head. It was an excruciating concept; having to be locked up here with the thought that I may never lay eyes on her again...

Yet, I didn't even know her. It spiraled in the depths of my mind... What are you doing? You don't have a clue who she is...

The next hour remained in a melancholy manner, as if the silence deepened around me with every minute. Nevertheless around noon, a handful of overly sophisticated aristocrats in scrubs piled into the hospital bedroom. It took a while but after discussion I had learned I was in need of a PET scan.

I was frightened, I'm not going to lie. I had cursed, regretted this birthday, for me drinking at all, for me even throwing a party. I replayed every event, as if trying to understand, what particular shot would have been a good place to stop. What bottle of beer should've been the last. What physical stage I was in at the start of the night, and how I had felt in the morning. Had Barry poured vodka in my beer? Each question slowly descended from my mind and into the dark pit of anxiety of my gut, as I was wheeled into the operating room; threatening in appearance.

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It was hard to lay still. It felt as if the loud gurgles of the machine were deciding my testimony. Probably because they were.

Everything around me seemed as an excuse to move. The apprehensive mindset bolted into place inside of my mind gusting a tremendous tumor of uneasiness into my body.

That noise? That'snotagoodnoisethatnoisesoundshorriblepleasehelpmeohmygodwhatishappeningaremydoctorsevenprofessionalamigoingtodieinthismachineamiclaustrophobic???

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An opaque gray-scale filter hazed me as they wheeled me out. It was over, but it felt like everything was over. The decision had been made without me knowing. I was left there to rot, to bide for the apprehensive announcement of my very own diagnose. I should have the right to somehow know before the doctors. Because it's not what they will ever have to deal with. It's not what they will have to cope with, battle. And it, evidently, would never be them that would have to mourn over me.

I didn't even care. I definitely thought I could possibly die. I was that dispirited.

The color I saw all my life, the bright beauty of the spectrum had all been absorbed from my body, leaving only gray behind. I realized how stilling tones, pigments, complexion of colors could be. I wanted it back, but I couldn't find it in myself. I missed it...

A/N:

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