STEViE

STEViE-Chapter 2: Awakening

Chapter 2: Awakening

   My sleep has lightened, but I am still numb. A few minutes pass before I feel like this is the time to awaken. I manage to open my right eye. Something is wrong. My left eye refuses to open. Try as I might, the eyelid would not lift. I tore the oxygen mask off my face and stumbled out of bed. Standing felt different. It felt as if I was standing on air. I brushed my long black hair away from my open eye. I didn't feel the hair between my fingers. I looked around the room and realized something. Everything was in black and white, like one of those old movies. I should be scared right now, I should be panicking. But it feels like the definition of fear is slipping from me.

   I look down at my arms. There are now two purple v-shaped scars on each arm. For some reason I can see them in color. I have difficulty scanning the room, as I can't feel the ground under my feet and my vision has been cut in half. I see a mirror on the opposite side of the room. I walk over to it and look into the mirror. My right eye is now purple instead of chocolate brown. I force open my left eyelid. All I see is a black abyss. I feel nothing. My heart doesn't even skip a beat. I put my hand to my chest. My heart isn't beating. I'm not breathing.

   For some reason, I am able to shrug off the fact that my heart isn't beating. It was then that I realized the simplicity of my thoughts. They were different, but I didn't mind. I opened the door of the room and walked out like nothing had happened. I came out into a long corridor with many doors lining the walls. I looked down the corridor and saw two men talking to each other. I wandered up to them.

  "Stevie says hello!" I blurted out, not even acknowledging that I was talking in third person, I assumed I was talking normally. The two men exchanged glances and then nodded.

   "I see you're awake, you've been in a coma for two weeks. It's a miracle that you seem to have woken yourself up." the shorter of the two men said.

   "We wish to preform further research on you and possibly use you for our plans, and we'll need your signature." the taller man stated. He held out a document with a wall of text on it. Below the text was a line for a signature.

   "Stevie will sign." I agreed. The short man handed me a pen and I signed my name. I signed it as "STEViE" and returned the pen. The man examined the signature and looked confused.

  "You wrote your name in capital letters except for the I." he showed me my signature.

  "Stevie thinks he wrote it normally." I argued. My mind was making me think I'd written my name normally.

   "No matter, but we will promise that we will make good use of you."

    The men smiled.