Yours Truly

Chapter Two: Flynn

I groaned and slowly lifted my weary eyes. Everything around me was white: white walls, ceiling, lights, etc. For a moment, I thought I had died. After all, ghost shows always talk about the “white light.” It wasn’t until I looked to my left and saw the monitor. There were several wires and tubes attached to it, and upon further inspection I realized that those tubes and wires were connected to me. I gasped. What’s happened to me?

            The door suddenly opened. I had expected to see my father or one of his assistants. I had expected to see a friend or someone I knew. I did not expect to see five complete strangers. At first I had thought that these five strikingly handsome young men were doctors, or interns at the hospital, but after looking them over, I saw no badges or scrubs. They were in normal teenage guy apparel. They all looked at me expectantly, like they were waiting for something or some kind of reaction. When I didn’t say or do anything, they gave each other questioning glances.

            “Who are you?” I asked, finally breaking the silence. My voice sounded a lot raspier than I had remembered. Nervously, I twirled a loose strand of hair in my fingers. Silence. “Why are you here? Did my dad send you or something?” I tried again, hoping to get some form of a response out of them.

            “Do you not remember what happened?” The one on the far left, who was standing closest to me, asked.

            “Remember what? Why am I here?” I demanded. The boys looked at each other nervously; a few of them swore under their breath. The one on the far left sighed and pulled a nearby chair under him and sat close to me. Closer than I had wanted. He watched me carefully, like a scientist examining a newly discovered species. I decided to follow suit and look him over as well.

            He was striking, really. Even sitting, he towered over me. I estimated he was probably around six foot two. He had the most striking blue eyes. They were the color of the raging ocean during a storm; however, they had a subdued quietness about them. He had a very defiend jaw line and it looked as if he had not shaved in a day. The stubble didn’t’ look bad on him; it actually made him look even more attractive and mature if that was at all manageable. His mahogany hair was tousled, but it appeared to be that way on purpose. He was wearing a light blue V-neck shirt and jeans, and even with the clothing covering his body, I knew he was sculpted. He wasn’t a body builder by any means, but he obviously went to the gym.

            The boy in front of me cleared his throat, and I was snapped out of my trance. “Excuse me?” The boy’s mouth twitched up into the slightest f smirks as his eyes met mine, which a moment ago were glued to his abdominal. My cheeks flushed and his cohorts chuckled.

            “As I was saying, do you not recognize me,” he gestured to his friends behind him, “or them?”

            “No…am I supposed to?” The boy glance back at the others, giving them an unsure look. The others shrugged and he turned back to me, their silent conversation apparently over.

            “What’s your name?” he asked, changing the subject. I huffed in frustration.

            “Iris. And you are?”